Temptations--Three Book Bundle

by Miranda Forbes

  Slap – slap – slap.

  “Yes, yes, I know – but please!” she whimpered, rocking back and forth, so that her nipples grew hard against the wood and she was wet, so wet, between her thighs. His fingers delved lower, noting the heat and wetness that she couldn’t disguise.

  “Oh, Fenella,” he said, his voice a caress. “Oh, what a very naughty girl you are.” One finger slipped inside her, pressing against her most sensitive places. “This is a punishment, Fenella. And you … you’re wet, you’re giving, you’re begging me, are you not, to make love to you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Yes…?”

  “Yes, sir!” The words were almost screamed as one finger became two, became three, thrusting in and out of her.

  “Tell me what you want, Fenella. Tell me exactly what you want.”

  The fingers did not stop their movement for a second. He had no mercy.

  “Oh, God.” Without the slap of his hand on her arse, she could feel it tingling with need. With his fingers inside her, she could hardly think – hardly breathe – for wanting him. “Darling…”

  His other hand was on her neck suddenly; his voice a savage whisper in her ear.

  “But I am not your darling, am I, Miss Grant? I am your teacher, and I want to hear you beg. I want to hear every word of your disgraceful fantasies. I want to hear everything you’ve ever dreamed of me doing to you.”

  She wondered if he could make her come just from the sound of his voice. Perhaps she had not been the only one with this particular fantasy in mind. Her voice grew husky.

  “Sir, I … I’ve been such a bad girl.” The fingers thrust hard inside her and she bucked under his pressure. “I have … I have dreamed, I have wanted you to …” Now his palm was on her bottom again, stroking the reddened skin. It was heaven. “I have imagined you doing just this to me, sir; spanking me until I couldn’t take any more, until I screamed out for you …”

  “Yes …?”

  “Until,” her voice sank to a low moan, “until I begged you to take me. Until I was so wet, so throbbing that I couldn’t live without you inside me. And then you … you …”

  “Tell me more.”

  “You pushed inside me, sir. You fucked me, over and over and over. I came, and came again, and it was your name – your name, sir – on my lips as I cried my desire aloud. Punish me, sir. I shouldn’t have thought such things.”

  “Oh, Fenella, Fenella.” He spoke with mild disapproval. “Oh dear. You are such a very bad girl.”

  The hand had gone from her neck, and she could hear the sound of him unzipping his trousers. It was unbearably exciting.

  “Please, sir!” she begged.

  “What did you say you wanted?” he demanded softly. She could feel his erection pressing against her. He was so hard. “Did you want me to do this?” He thrust inside her and she moaned against the desk. “Did you?”

  “Oh, yes, sir.”

  “And then,” he continued, pushing further inside her, “you wanted me to …”

  He was moving back and forth, gently at first but with ever increasing pressure until she too was thrusting against him, wantonly demanding and receiving pleasure.

  “Yes, yes!”

  “Yes …” His voice was lower, but his breathing too was fast now; she could feel that he was on the edge, close to tipping over.

  “Yes,” she echoed, and opening her eyes saw the sight of her pure white panties, two inches from her face.

  It was the last touch. She came, crying out his name, just as she had told him. She felt him climax, too; throbbing inside her in a heavy breathing silence more sensual than any words could have been.

  Later, much later, he spoke again, smiling.

  “I think I could grow to like your fantasies, Fenella.”

  “Me too,” she said, contentment etched across her body.

  “Me too.”

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