Chapter 47 Chapter fourty seven
After placing a hand on the far side of her waist, he spanked each of her buttocks.
She sighed and settled into him more. Damn. Her trust…
He rubbed the affected spots.
“The next will be a little harder. Breathe through it and accept. Struggle will make any pain more problematic. But it will dissipate if you sink into it.”
He stroked between her legs. As hot and swollen as her pussy was, it wouldn’t take much to turn her on.
He gave her two more fast swats.
“Oh, RAFE. I have to… You have to let me…”
“No.”
He delivered the last two that he intended to give her with his hand.
“How are you doing so far?”
“It’s so…amazing.”
Her surrender humbled him.
“My sweet, sweet HOPE.”
He wondered if she’d say the same thing when he switched to the paddle. He stroked her for a few seconds until she tightened her buttocks and began to buck.
Before she could come, he pulled his hand away.
“RAFE!”
“We’re almost there,” he promised, picking up the paddle. “This will hurt more than the hand spanks.”
He pressed the wood against the fleshiest part of her ass.
“Remember my advice?”
“Breathe. Accept it.”
“Close enough.”
He pulled back the paddle, then swung it, hitting the place he’d intended.
She lifted her head, her hair spilling around her like a curtain.
“Breathe,” he prompted.
As if starved for oxygen, she gulped for air.
“And again.”
She did.
“Better?”
He pushed his hand against the heated spot.
She nodded, and the clip fell from her hair to clatter against the hardwood floor.
The pink of her skin was the stuff of fantasies. He’d dream of it forever.
“Ready?”
“Yes.”
He aimed for a spot right above the other. Afterward, he stroked away the pain.
“Oh, God.”
She didn’t have to tell him the problem. He smelled her pheromones.
She liked this. This sexy woman was born for him.
The third strike of the paddle was the searing brand of his possession.
“RAFE!”
This time, he didn’t touch the mark, and didn't try to take away her pain. Instead, he savored the sight and her whimpers.
Mine. HOPE was his, whether she acknowledged it or not.
After the fourth, she understood what to do and found the rhythm he set.
“Beautiful,” he told her.
He paddled her again, much harder this time.
The shameless sub tried to grind her cunt against his thigh.
“HUSSY.”
Christ almighty. He couldn’t enjoy her more.
“Please, please, please.”
“Say it.”
“SIR!”
She turned the honorific into a plaintive wail.
It took extraordinary resolve not to lift her, hold her against him, and give her the orgasm she so prettily begged for.
“Last one.”
He aimed for her sit spot, so she wouldn’t forget it for a long time.
Even though he warned her, she didn’t clench.
“Ask for it,” he encouraged.
“I want you to paddle me, please.”
Like he’d promised earlier, she was begging for it. Pride filled him, and he let the paddle fly.
She cried out as she pushed herself from the floor.
He kept her legs pinned, but this time he rubbed away the pain and pressed a hand against her pussy to distract her.
“You did well. Not that I expected anything different.”
HOPE was shaking as he helped her up. He kept her close where he wanted her, maneuvering her body so that she sat on his lap. He pulled her against him, locks of her hair draping across his chest.
Her body was chilled, and he stroked her arm to chase away the goose bumps while she took a few short breaths.
They remained as they were for long minutes.
Eventually, she placed a palm on his shoulder to push away from him.
“How was your first spanking?”
He brushed back her hair to see her expression.
“It was…” She opened her mouth, but no words emerged.
He understood her conundrum. He wasn’t sure what it meant to him to spank her, either. Her reactions had softened a part of him that he hadn’t realized he’d walled off. What they’d shared had been physical, but emotional as well. Pain. Pleasure. Tying them together, knotting a bond that he might not want to undo. Her screams, cries, gasps had been real in a way nothing else had ever been for him.
“This sounds ridiculous…”
She paused.
“I liked it. The pain went away fast, and then I was hotter than I’d ever been.”
She pressed her palms together.
“I’m not sure how much more I want or could take. I’m ready to lose my mind. The need to orgasm… It’s…more than uncomfortable. I can’t think about anything else.”
“Sweet HOPE, if you were mine, I might keep you like that. Send you to work each morning with your clit throbbing and an order not to touch yourself. Forbid you to wear underwear, perhaps. Call you several times a day and instruct you to masturbate without getting yourself off.”
“That’s terrifying.”
“Good.”
He stood and carried her to the bed, where he placed her on the edge.
“Undress me.”
“Finally.”
She reached for his belt.
Her hands trembled. From their play? Or from anticipation?
Her fingers slipped off the buckle once before she managed to release it. Then she pulled the leather free of its loops.
“Roll it up and leave it on the nightstand. In case I need to thrash you later.”
She gasped.
“You wouldn’t!” Her mouth said one thing, but her eyes gleamed.
What had he unleashed?
HOPE unfastened the button at the top of his trousers.
Before she could lower his zipper, he said, “Shoes and socks.”
Her movements fluid, she accepted his hand, slid from the bed, and onto her knees.
Why in the name of fuck had he resisted the idea of being involved with a woman who was into the lifestyle?
He lifted each foot, and she untied his shoes and removed each of them before taking off his socks.
“While you’re there, you can remove my slacks.”
“Yes, RAFE.”
Every time she said that phrase, her words were more natural, music and eroticism lacing through them.
HOPE pulled down his zipper, the rasp an audible promise of her submission.
She released her grip, and his pants fell to the floor, leaving him in his tight-fitting black boxer briefs.
RAFE stepped out of the trousers, and she scooped the garment from the floor.
“Would you like me to put this on the valet?”
For a moment, he was taunted by the idea of tying her to th
e wooden structure, perhaps making her hold on to the shelf, or the part meant for his suit coat—his valet as bondage equipment. Delicious.
“Thank you.”
Hands on her shoulders, he assisted her up.