“You might think I’m a bit forward.”
“I’ll be the judge of that, Rose. Now tell me.”
I hesitate again. Deliberately.
He makes a soft tutting sound, and though I can’t see him, I imagine him shaking his head, and his gorgeous black hair rippling.
A little tap lands on my right buttock. It’s light, barely a smack at all, but my sex ripples in luscious excitement. He barely has to touch me and I’m soaring toward pleasure already.
Another tap lands and I swirl my hips, rubbing my mound against the mattress, trying to stimulate my clit.
“Keep still. Don’t be naughty.”
He’s fighting not to laugh, and his voice is so warm, so affectionate that I begin to melt in an entirely different way. My spirits sing as I work my crotch, happily defying him.
He smacks again and again, a little harder, warming up my hind parts to match the glow in my sex and in my heart.
“Tell me…tell me everything.” He smoothes his free hand down my back and my flank, the other still softly slapping at my bottom.
It’s hard to answer now because I’m so turned on I can’t think straight to form words, and it’s also getting difficult to keep my hips still against the sheets.
I grab at the pillows, clutching the linen of the pillowcase hard in an effort to concentrate.
“I…I’ve decided that I’d quite like to find out what it’s like to be a marchioness!”
There’s a pause, during which I hold my breath, then I feel a kiss settle on the small of my back like a butterfly.
“Well, I can tell you what that will be like.” His breath is hot against my skin, wafting over my bottom, which is already even hotter. “You’ll never have any money. You’ll spend your life enslaved to a great monster of a house that’ll never ever stop needing attention.” He kisses me just one more time, and then straightens up again. “And you’ll probably get your bottom smacked at least once a day, if not considerably more often!”
Spanks begin to rain down. Hard, loving, rhythmical and stirring. I surge against the mattress, my clit pulsating and my heart thudding and leaping with the purest love.
A while later, I’ve been spanked and I’ve been fondled and I’ve been comprehensively fucked…and I’ve been brought to climax again and again and again. And with each smack, each stroke, each thrust and each orgasm, I’ve been told that I’m cherished and adored.
Christian’s gone back to sleep now, and I’m lying here savoring the peace and the closeness of his beloved body. Pretty soon I’ll have to start making phone calls and explaining a lot of things to a lot of very astonished people. But for now, I’m just listening to my darling’s breathing and the sound of a new, teeming downpour outside.
British weather? It’s not so bad…in fact, I love it! Almost as much as I love the man who’s at my side.
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Chance of a Lifetime
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