She turned, gripping the back of the futon and scooted her knees to the edge. The edge of her purple nightie rode up, exposing the bare curve of her bottom. He couldn’t resist the invitation, so he smoothed his palm up her hip, pulling the fabric with him until he could feast his eyes upon her. The only other scrap of fabric in his way was a tiny thong that barely covered anything.
He placed the paddle against her thigh and dragged it up. She arched her back and pushed harder. The track of skin grew red as he brought it up over her ass. He smoothed his palm over the lines. There was nothing left of last night’s play. Then again, he had gone for gentle.
Kaspar bent over her, until her spine aligned with his sternum. He pressed the rice paddle to one thigh, just above her knee, and his palm on the other. As he dragged both up, toward her hips, he turned his face into the crook of her neck, breathing in her fragrance. Her body trembled, from fear or desire, he didn’t know.
“Where are you?” he whispered.
She rattled off his address.
“Good.” He pushed the satin fabric up until his fingers slid over the strap at her hip.
He slid his hand—and the paddle—down, under the band of lace, and dragged it with him as he retraced his path to her knees.
“When you can’t answer my questions, we stop.” It wasn’t a great plan, but it would keep her there, with him, and not wandering in her memories.
“Okay. Sir.” She lifted one knee, then the other, allowing him to remove her underwear completely.
He stood back, gripping the paddle’s handle as he stared at the erotic tableau. This room would never be the same, not with the memory of her permeating the space. He took a deep breath and stepped in close. There was a line to find, the one where her limits met his needs. How far could they go? And would it be enough?
Kaspar dragged the paddle across her bottom, using the raised bumps to warm her up. She wiggled her hips, pressing into him, welcoming the abrasive toy. He kept the paddle against her, and drew his left hand back. While she was focused on the toy, he swatted her with his palm. Once to each cheek, hard and fast.
Rosaline rocked forward, yelping and kicking her feet up a little.
“That was mean,” she said, peering over her shoulder at him.
“That was what you asked me for.” He held her gaze and swatted the curve of her ass with the paddle.
Her eyes fluttered open wide and she gasped. He didn’t stop there. Kaspar stepped to the side and peppered the backs of her thighs with swats.
“What’s your favorite color?” he asked.
“Purple,” she moaned.
Kaspar snatched a feather duster from the trunk and in one smooth move, switched the toys out. At the first brush, she jumped, her whole body tensing for the sting of the paddle. He grinned as the muscles in her shoulders and back slowly relaxed, and she let out sigh.
“That’s not a spanking,” she said.
He couldn’t see her, but he could hear the smile in her voice.
“No, but I want you to last and enjoy it. If I just wailed on your ass, you wouldn’t stand it very long.” He bent and pressed a kiss to her spine as he continued to draw patterns on her with the feathers.
She hummed and arched her back.
“Thank you? I think?” She chuckled.
“You’re welcome.”
He trailed the feathers down her thighs, over her ass and followed it with his hand. Her skin was only slightly warm to the touch. He could fix that.
“Lace or silk?” he asked.
“Where?”
Kaspar grasped a leather handle sticking up out of the trunk and changed his stance. He stuck the duster in his pocket, grabbed the leather paddle with both hands, and firmly smacked Rosaline across her ass.
“Shit.” She groaned and rocked forward, going down to her forearms and peeking back at him.
“Anywhere. Panties?” He smoothed his hand over the hurt, and she pushed her hips back, fitting the curve of her ass into his palm.
“Neither. I actually don’t like underwear. At all.”
“Don’t you?” A hundred images flipped through his mind, each of her in business attire—and now he wondered if she wore anything at all underneath.
“Wear underwear? Not when I can help it.” She wiggled back and forth, reminding him that she wore nothing now, save for the flimsy lingerie.
Kaspar shoved his desire aside and dug a hand into her hair. He twisted the curling strands around his fingers and she gasped, going limp and sagging against the back of the futon. He sat down next to her and hauled her across his lap by her hair. Rosaline squealed but didn’t protest much.
No sooner than she sprawled across him, than he started paddling her in earnest. He delivered a series of hard swats to each cheek, careful to hit a different place each time. She kicked her feet and groaned, lifting her hips to meet him.
And she claimed she only wanted sensual play?
“Men, women, or both?” he asked.
Rosaline grunted, her face buried in the cushions.
“I didn’t hear you.” He smacked her particularly hard, hard enough her head snapped up and she yelped.
“Men. Only men.”
He gentled his touch, smoothing his hand over the splotches of red, with their bright color.
“When you touch yourself, how do you do it?” Why was he torturing himself with these questions? It was stupid. He shouldn’t go there. He didn’t need the visual.
“I’ve got this big vibrator. It’s blue.” She panted and lay completely boneless across him.
He passed the toy to his left hand and before he could think better of it, he thrust two fingers into her. Rosaline groaned and her legs shifted apart a bit, giving him better access. He pumped in and out of her slowly, savoring the way her internal muscles hugged him, how she moved with him.
She might have moaned his name, he couldn’t tell with her face buried in the cushion. He popped her ass with the end of the paddle and her pussy became incredibly tight, fitting around him so snug, sucking him in deeper.
The angle was awkward for using the paddle, so he dropped it and swatted her ass with his left hand, pumping her pussy with his right. She pushed her hips up, rising onto her knees slightly. He slapped the curve of her ass, releasing some of his tightly controlled strength, his full concentration on her and the way her body reacted, and the helpless noises of pleasure she made.
***
Rosaline gasped and fisted what she could get a hold of. She felt each stroke of Kaspar’s fingers deep in her core, and every blow to her bottom deep in her bones. It was as if he were reaching far inside of her and drawing out a side of her she’d never known before. She struggled to stay rooted in the moment, to resist the siren call of subspace because she didn’t want this to end.
Kaspar leaned over her and she heard him pull something new from the trunk. She was both fascinated and afraid of the trunk. Unlike previous partners who’d administered spankings, he was different. It was the way he touched her, the mix of pleasure and pain, the intoxicating endorphins and dread. He had her well and truly bound to his will. Did he know that?
“On a ten point scale, what’s your pain level?”
She rolled the question around in her head. It actually wasn’t as bad as she’d thought. It was nearly impossible to focus with his fingers gliding in and out, in and out. Every couple of strokes he’d brush her clit.
“Four, ten being the highest.”
“Really?” He withdrew his fingers from her and she whimpered. “Shhh.”
Kaspar rolled a cool, thin rod down over her bottom and thighs. What the heck?
The rod lifted and for a moment there was silence. A high-pitched whoosh was the only warning she got before the rod impacted her ass. It was sudden, not quite painful, but it stung. She squealed more from the surprise than anything else.
He pushed her down onto his lap and she felt the hard line of his erection at her hip. Over and over, he pelted her bott
om with what she could only imagine was a cane. He worked from the backs of her knees, up her thighs and all across her ass without respite. Warmth seeped into her very bones. The more he pelted her with it, the more it began to sting.
Logically she knew the more he used it, the more blood rose to the skin, creating a state of heightened sensitivity, and without varying the strength, it was going to start to hurt. But her mind was slipping, coherent thought fading until she thrashed under his touch and fought to get closer just as much as she flinched away.
“Rosaline? Rosaline.” Kaspar’s voice penetrated the fog.
“Huh?” She sucked in a deep breath, blinking into the cushions.
He grabbed her arm and hauled her upright until she sat awkwardly across his lap. His brow was drawn down and he scowled.
“I asked you a question, and you didn’t reply.”
“Oh, well, what did you ask?” She snuggled closer, pressing her face into the crook of his neck.
“Doesn’t matter.”
“Of course it does.”
“Then you should have paid attention.”
“I was paying attention,” she pressed her palm to his chest, feeling the beat of his heart in time with her own, “to the way you touched me, to the feel of your skin on mine, your fingers inside of me, the way you breathed, how you varied the strength, your cock pressed against my hip.”
Speaking of that cock…
Rosaline straddled his lap, but before she could do more, he wrapped his fingers around her wrists and pulled them to his chest.
“Oh come on, you aren’t going to say no now, are you?” She glared at him, but as usual, he didn’t appear moved by her ire. “If you don’t want me, then say so, but don’t you dare blame this on what happened to me.”
He covered her hands pressed to his chest, capturing her there, their faces inches apart.
Kaspar opened and closed his mouth. Nothing at all to say? Not a word? Maybe because he couldn’t deny that there was something between them? She’d felt it the first time he’d looked at her. Last night she’d blamed it on being horny, but now she thought it must have been him all along. It was as if their bodies spoke the same language, and they just needed to catch up.
He sat up and cupped her face. She held her breath, yearning for him to want her in the same way she wanted him. He kissed her, gently suckling her lower lip. She twined her arms around him, sighing as he deepened the kiss.
Finally!
Kaspar cupped her ass and stood. She gasped and he thrust his tongue into her mouth. She clung to him as he carried her from his office into his bedroom and set her down on the edge of the mattress. He yanked her lingerie up over her head and tossed it on the floor.
She reached for him as he leaned over her, grabbing the hem of his shirt and shoving it up. Last night she’d lain against him, feeling him, but not touching. Now, she wanted to map his chest, his body with her hands—and maybe her mouth. He tossed his shirt behind him, and she grasped the tab on his pants.
Maybe later she’d get to memorize him. The desire coursing through her veins spurred her on as she hooked her thumbs into his underwear and drew both down his thighs. Kaspar hissed as she freed his erection. And…what do you know?
She grinned and wrapped her hands around his cock, sliding her thumb over the curved barbell piercing the mushroom head. It was always the quiet ones, wasn’t it?
“I’ve never been with someone who had a pierced penis,” she said.
“I promise it’ll feel good.”
“Oh, I don’t doubt it.”
Kaspar slid his fingers into her hair and curled them, tugging on the roots. She smiled and her body went limp.
“Lay in the middle of the bed and hold onto the headboard,” he said in a tone that made her shiver.
She did as he bade, stretching out and grasping the thin bars above her. The sound of a wrapper being ripped open made her smile all over again. Yes, thank you, and finally! If she’d thought she’d wanted sex yesterday, it was nothing like the need riding her now.
Kaspar crawled up the bed and knelt between her spread legs. Rosaline couldn’t spare a moment to be nervous.
He grasped his cock and slid it through her folds. She gripped the bars harder and stared at him as he pressed the blunt head against her. He lifted his gaze, staring at her as slowly, inch by inch, he sank into her. Her jaw dropped as she felt the slight drag of something a little extra.
“Oh.” She gasped as he withdrew slightly and the jewelry rubbed her.
“You like?” Kaspar grinned.
“Mm, harder.”
“Don’t let go of the headboard.”
He thrust once more, sinking deep. Her eyes nearly rolled back into her head when he rocked against her, teasing her with his cock.
“Don’t come until I tell you to,” he whispered.
“Don’t let go. Don’t come. Exactly how many instructions do you think I’m going to be able to follow here?”
“All of them.” Though his tone was hard, she heard the laugh and her heart fluttered. A man who could fuck, spank, and laugh? Oh, she was in trouble now.
He withdrew and she arched her back, feeling the pass of his cock in a way she’d never felt before. Their gazes locked as he thrust, and they breathed in sync.
“Harder?” she asked.
Kaspar chuckled and levered up on his arms. She felt the press of his thighs against hers as he repositioned and withdrew. This time, his thrust was hard, fast, and drove the oxygen from her lungs.
“Oh, God,” she muttered as he didn’t pause.
He pistoned in and out of her, invading her body and soul as he fucked her. She couldn’t look away from him, and stripped bare, there was nowhere left to hide, nothing to shield herself from as he became her world.
She planted her feet on the mattress and thrust up against him. He groaned and his rhythm faltered, but only for a second. He cupped her ass, digging his fingers in as he urged her to move in time with him. He dropped to his forearm, their faces so close she could see the varied pattern of browns in his eye.
“Don’t come,” he said through clenched teeth.
His chest hair rubbed against her breasts as he moved. He canted her hips just a little bit and she gasped, seeing bright colors blossom behind her eyelids.
“Don’t come,” he said again.
“Can’t,” she said on a wail.
“Not yet.”
His thrusts grew jerky, uneven.
She tossed her head back and moaned, unable to withstand him anymore. The coil of desire deep in her abdomen released, rocketing her over the edge. Her internal muscles clamped down on his cock, and she tossed her head back as her orgasm spiraled higher and higher.
Kaspar thrust again and stilled, gasping for breath while his lips roved over her cheeks, her face, and finally landing on her mouth. She kissed him, drinking him in and wrapping her arms around his chest.
“You didn’t wait,” he said, smiling against her lips.
“Too many orders. Keep it simple.”
He smiled and his features softened. She wanted to stay like this, with the sense of openness between them, basking in his warmth.
“We’ll see about that.” He brushed her cheek with a kiss before easing off her.
Kaspar let her have his bathroom while he retreated to the other. She only took a few moments to clean up before crawling back into his bed and grabbing the remote. She turned the TV on and smiled when one of her favorite cartoons flickered on.
Mr. Toodles leapt onto the bed and strolled toward her. She smiled at the cat and scratched behind his one good ear. This felt—normal. As if she’d been in this bed, in this space a hundred times.
“I see you’ve uncovered my secret.” Kaspar slid under the sheets, displacing Toodles and pulling her against his chest.
“That you like the same cartoons I do?”
“Guilty.” He chuckled.
She smiled and rested her head against his shoulder, em
bracing the sense of rightness.
“You okay?” he asked.
Rosaline considered the question, taking stock of how her body felt, where she was emotionally, and what was going through her head. It was complicated. She was beginning to suspect that she’d changed months ago, but never realized it until Kaspar shined a light on it.
“Yeah. More than okay. I’m really good.” She smiled at him and his lips curled up. When he smiled, it was devastating.
“Good.”
She bit her lip, studying his profile as he went back to the cartoon antics.
“I’ve never been spanked like that before. I mean, I’ve been spanked, and I sort of grit my teeth and bear it, but this was different.”
Kaspar slanted his gaze toward her and muted the TV.
She took a deep breath and kept going. “Sure, it stung, and a couple of times you rattled my teeth but…it felt good, and I was able to trust you.”
“There are a lot of idiots who think you can just wail on someone’s ass and call it a spanking. You don’t want to break your toys. Even the human ones.” He picked up her hand and kissed her knuckles before laying it over his heart.
His toy.
She liked the sound of that.
Chapter Seven
Kaspar groaned and slapped in the general direction of his nightstand.
“Oof! Hey.”
He sat up, staring at the woman lying on her stomach in the bed next to him. Mr. Toodles had stolen half her pillow and glared at Kaspar.
“What’s that beeping?” he asked, glancing around.
“Beeping?” Rosaline pushed up on her elbows. “Your phone. Where is it? I forwarded the alarm to our phones.” She sat up, wrapping the sheet around her.
He swung his legs out of the bed and grabbed his pants off the floor. Sure enough, his phone blared a warning bell.
Rosaline was already up and out of bed, the end of the sheet trailing after her as she quick-stepped into the living room. He paused long enough to pull on some shorts.
“Kaspar,” the alarmed note brought him up short, and he left off digging for a shirt.
“What?” He stepped into the living room. Judging by the gray skies, it had to be early morning, maybe five or six.
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