“My naughty girl broke several rules earlier tonight, didn’t she?”
Sasha’s heart raced. Shit. They hadn’t been in D/s mode when she’d broken most of his rules. Would he punish her for offenses committed when they weren’t playing? She hoped not. It would get confusing. And for as much as she enjoyed him dominating her, she also recognized she wasn’t the sort of submissive who would enjoy a twenty-four seven arrangement. It was too intense. Draining. Too many things to remember all the time.
She hoped he would be willing to negotiate something part-time. She also hoped he would be willing to spend the rest of their time engaged in normal vanilla life. Easy laughter. Meals together on his back porch. Watching television. Going to dinner. Regular things.
He can. She felt confident. After all, he’d told her he would give it all up for her. Every single aspect of BDSM. So, surely it would be easy to negotiate something in the middle.
Suddenly he was kneeling in front of her face again. He’d taken off his T-shirt. His six-pack caught her attention when his abs flexed. She wished she could run a hand over all that hard muscle. Later.
He stroked her cheek with his thumb. “What’s going on in my little girl’s head?”
Ah, he was so observant.
He smiled. “Nothing gets by me, sweetheart. I told you I’m good at this. Now, you clenched up when I suggested punishing you. What happened?”
“Shouldn’t there be a distinction between when we’re playing and when we’re not, Sir? I mean, it doesn’t seem fair that I be disciplined for perceived disobedience I committed when we weren’t in the role. That would imply I’m always really your sub, and it would be too stressful. I don’t think I can do twenty-four seven, Lincoln.”
He smiled wider. “Ah, such good questions. I’m proud of you. Never hold back that curiosity. If you have a concern, bring it to me immediately.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“To answer your question, no, I will never punish you for anything you did while we weren’t playing. You have my word. Won’t even bring it up. In this case, I was just pretending as part of the role-play.” He winked. “Pretend offenses will be followed by a pretend punishment that will be nothing like the last time I spanked you.”
She blew out a breath, relieved. “Okay. Thank you, Sir.”
“Little girl, I’m about to rock your world. You have no idea.”
Heat rushed over her cheeks. If he did anything half as erotic as what they’d already done, she would die happy.
“Shall we resume?”
“Yes, Sir.” She relaxed into the bench once more, deriving comfort from the cuffs at her wrists and ankles. They kept her from having to proactively hold still for him which was also hot in some circumstances, but could be stressful at the same time.
For this scene she was relieved to have the option to escape him taken out of her hands.
For several minutes he said nothing as he resumed petting her, stroking her skin everywhere. He even unstrapped her heels and slid them off to tease the soles of her feet. She giggled.
Finally, he was back between her legs. He adjusted something on the bench between her thighs and they spread open farther. Obscenely farther. “Oh, yeah. That’s better. I like my little girl’s pussy wide open so that it drips onto the floor with nowhere else to go.”
She moaned. Please touch me.
She got her wish when he dragged one finger slowly through her wetness. “So wet for me. Do you know how hard my cock is, little girl?”
“No, Sir. Show me?”
He chuckled. “Sassy, aren’t we?”
“Sorry, Sir. I just thought you’d like me to maybe lick it.” She was definitely testing the waters with her smart mouth, but it was a scene after all. She might as well tempt him to either give her the contact she needed or spank her.
Not to mention the fact that she had yet to take his cock into her mouth. She was anxious and curious about doing so.
Lincoln’s palm squeezed her butt cheek so hard she winced. “I warned you about trying to top me.”
She swallowed. Had she tried to top him? Oh… yeah… probably. Apparently she shouldn’t make suggestions during a scene based on what she craved.
“I’m gonna have to spank this sweet bottom until you show me proper respect.”
“Yes, Sir.” Was he still playing the little-girl scene? Or was he really going to punish her?
Two seconds later she found out when his hand lifted and came back down on her bottom right at the junction of her cheeks and her thighs.
She lost her breath and then held it, not sure she could move an inch or breathe without coming.
“I think she sees the difference,” he teased, again slipping out of the scene. No. It wasn’t that he left the erotic D/s scene, it was that he had occasionally pulled away from the sub-scene in which they were role-playing that she was his little girl. Confusing, but it didn’t matter because the same rules applied. They were in D/s mode no matter what.
His hand lifted and swatted her again two times, once on each cheek. Again, low. Not as hard as he’d struck her to discipline her on Saturday. No, this was more sensual. Erotic. And it was working.
She would come a second time if he struck her again. “Sir, I need to come.”
He soothed her cheeks with his palm, molding them and squeezing them, pulling them apart. She tried to ignore the fact that he could see her rear hole every time. She knew when it was visible because the cooler air in the room hit the puckered flesh.
“Good girl. Catch your breath. I’m not done yet. You don’t have permission to come. Not for a while.”
Not for a while? Shit.
“Did you just cuss at me in your head, little girl?”
Shit.
He must have taken her silence as affirmation because his hand swatted her again right between her cheeks.
She gasped, squeezing her eyes shut to keep from coming. He wasn’t even touching her pussy or her clit.
“Is it appropriate for little girls to use four-letter words, sweetheart? Even in their heads?”
“No, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”
“You know I won’t tolerate your pretty mouth being soiled with inappropriate language. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.” She gritted her teeth.
He might have thought he could bring her back from the edge if he stopped spanking her to engage in conversation, but he was wrong. Every time he insinuated she was a disobedient little girl she grew hornier.
Who knew she would enjoy any of the things she was experiencing tonight? He had unleashed a monster.
While he smoothed his palm over her warm cheeks, he kept talking. “Someday I’m going to use a flogger on your bottom, little one.”
Her breath hitched as she squeezed the muscles in her ass.
He chuckled. “Yeah. I haven’t forgotten the way you squirmed while you watched that first scene at Breeze. I thought you were going to come from the voyeurism alone.”
Oh God. He saw that? How long had he been at Breeze watching her? Duh. Probably the entire time.
Now both his hands were on her ass, molding it, parting her cheeks. “If you like being spanked, you’re going to love the soft thump of my flogger.”
She had no doubt.
“I would never use a tool that left a mark on your skin, but I can’t wait to lull you with thick strands of soft leather.”
She really needed him to stop talking. If he thought this short break from spanking her was meant to draw her back from the edge, he was wrong. Talk of flogging her sent her heart racing. So much wetness between her legs.
He leaned forward and kissed a line up her spine. When his lips reached her ear, he whispered, “Here’s what we’re going to do, little one. I’m going to spank your bottom rapidly until you come without me touching your pussy, and then while you’re still screaming out your release, I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t know how many orgasms you had in the end.”
She nodded, unabl
e to speak. Wanting what he offered more than anything in the world.
“I need words, little one. Repeat back to me what I just said. Paying close attention to me is an important part of the lifestyle. I expect you to do so when we’re playing.”
Was he kidding? How was she going to utter a syllable, let alone repeat his erotic suggestion?
“Did you like what I said, little one? Did it turn you on?” He brushed her hair from her face.
“Yes, Sir.” She hardly heard herself.
“I’ll wait for you to repeat it, and then I’m going to make it real.”
She swallowed. She had to do this, because she really wanted the end result. “You’re going to spank me until I come without touching my pussy, and then you’re going to… have sex with me.”
He chuckled. “Good girl. I like the way you didn’t use forbidden words.” He righted himself.
She didn’t have time to think another thought before his hand lifted off her bottom and he swatted her rapidly, over and over, spraying the lowest part of her ass with so many blows she couldn’t count. Not hard. Just right. Every single one made her arousal rise.
He spanked her upper thighs too and then struck several times right in the middle, hitting both cheeks and her thighs. The vibrations went straight to her clit, and she came hard, screaming out her release.
True to his word, she was still pulsing around the orgasm when she heard the distinct sound of his zipper lowering followed by the rip of a condom wrapper. And then he slammed his cock into her channel.
She lifted her face, gripped the pads under her fingers, and shouted, “Lincoln. Sir. Oh. God. Oh. God.”
He pounded into her, his grip on her hips. Her legs so obscenely wide that she couldn’t do anything but take every thrust and enjoy the best orgasms of her life.
Chapter 26
Sasha was burrowed so far under the covers of his bed that Lincoln had to dig around in the tangled mess of sheets and comforter to find her small body. He was laughing by the time he found bare skin.
She moaned, swatting at him as he cupped her breast.
He chuckled again, sliding his front along her back and settling her against him with a hand around her waist. He kissed her temple as he pulled the comforter away and kicked it to the foot of the bed.
She was a heater. He would burn up if he let her continue to snuggle so deeply like that. She shivered. “Lincoln…” she pleaded. “I’m cold. And I’m tired. Let me sleep.”
He propped himself on his elbow to look down at her. Her bottom hand was pulled in tight to her chest, her fingers fisted. Her top hand lay between her tits doing the same.
His cock was hard. He needed her again. Now. And he felt confident he could get her easily on the same page even though he’d only let her sleep a few hours and it was still dark out.
He teased the skin of her arm until goosebumps rose. She groaned in protest, but he wrapped his fingers around her wrist and pulled her arm above her head to trap it between his chin and his shoulder.
Her eyes finally opened. “Lincoln…” She didn’t sound as disgruntled anymore. That was good.
“Go ahead and sleep, baby. I’m just going to explore.”
She tipped her head back to blink at him. “Seriously.”
He nodded. “Yep.” With her arm trapped, her breast was high, her nipple puckered. He tweaked it slowly until she shuddered and her eyes fluttered closed.
Oh yeah.
He wedged a knee between her legs, pushing the top one up to her chest. Opening her pussy. It had been less than a minute, but when he touched her, he found her soaking wet. “Sleeping?”
She whimpered.
He pushed two fingers into her. “Insatiable.”
She said nothing, but she rolled farther forward and pressed her face into the pillow.
He circled her clit and then pinched it.
She writhed, tugging on her arm and pushing her leg against his thigh.
He kissed her neck. “Need you, baby.”
“Okay.”
He chuckled. “Just okay?”
“Whatever.” Sass. Pure sass. Did she think he wouldn’t fuck that sass right out of her?
He thrust into her again, still so tight. She gripped him as his thumb landed on her clit. He fucked her warm pussy with those fingers so fast she caught her breath. “Lincoln…” This time his name on her lips was pleading. The sass and the sleep were gone.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Stop teasing.”
“Whatever.” As he repeated her word, he pulled out his hand, rolled her onto her back, and slid down between her legs. His cock was rock hard, but he needed his mouth on her first.
As he sucked her clit between his lips without warning, she gasped, her hands grasping at his shoulders. “Lincoln…” Her legs trembled, and her fingernails dug into his skin.
Oh yeah. Drowsy Sasha was delicious. He flicked his tongue over her clit and then suckled it again.
Her legs clamped around his head.
He released her clit and dipped a finger slowly into her tight pussy. “You saved this for me, didn’t you?” he whispered. Ever since he’d found out she hadn’t penetrated herself with anything in her life, he’d suspected as much, but he wanted to hear her say it.
“Yes…” The one word was barely audible. She didn’t meet his gaze.
“Sasha, baby, look at me.”
She swallowed as she dipped her chin to meet his gaze in the near darkness.
“Baby, you intentionally saved yourself for me. Not just your virginity, but you let me be the first to enter you at all.”
“Yes,” she repeated, shivering beneath him. “I wanted it to be you. Maybe that sounds ridiculous, but I wanted everything to be you.”
“I’ll never take that for granted again, baby. It humbles me. I hate the way I treated you the first time I took you. It won’t happen again. You deserved better.” It would take a lifetime for him to forgive himself. “I didn’t even use a condom. If—”
She stopped him with a tight grip to his shoulders. “It wasn’t the middle of the month or anything. Don’t worry.”
He sighed and kissed her clit reverently. He wanted to tell her how committed he was and that he would do right by her no matter what, but it seemed she understood without him saying more.
She reached with one hand to cup his cheek. “Stop punishing yourself for the way you took my virginity. It was amazing. In my wildest imagination I couldn’t have come up with a scenario that hot. Maybe in the future don’t walk away from me after you fuck me against the wall, but before that part, you stole my heart and made me the happiest woman on earth.”
He closed his eyes. He didn’t deserve this woman, and yet he had her anyway. Needing to taste her again, he lowered his face and sucked her sweet pussy lips, dipping his tongue inside her.
She writhed, bucking her hips as he held her down.
He thrust his tongue in and out of her until she cried out.
But he didn’t want her to come yet, so he released her, licking her sweet taste from his lips. “Legs open, baby,” he murmured. It was difficult to focus. He couldn’t wait any longer. He grabbed a condom from the bedside table, rolled it on, and climbed up her body to fuck her. On a bed. In the most basic of positions for the first time.
It was earth-shattering. He knew this was as true for her as it was for him because she screamed loud enough to shake the foundation.
Sasha awoke to the smell of coffee and bacon. She smiled and stretched out against the sheets. She sighed, determined to make sure the first thing she and Lincoln did today was talk.
After he’d fucked her into the next month last night at the club, he’d driven her sleepy body to his house, put her in his bed, and then reached out to fuck her again at some ungodly hour. She sighed as she remembered his mouth on her pussy. So hot. She had yet to wrap her lips around his cock, and she intended to rectify that as soon as possible. Somewhere in between the talking they needed to do.
At least he’d let her sleep after sucking on her sex and then filling her pussy again, but there hadn’t been much time for conversation yet.
She winced as she eased from the bed, every muscle in her body sore. And then she glanced around to take in Lincoln’s bedroom for the first time. As she would have guessed, it was bland. Dark wood, black and gray accents, thick gray carpet. He seriously needed some color.
She padded to the attached bath and nearly giggled at finding the same décor. After making quick work of using the toilet and cleaning up from middle-of-the-night sex, she found a new toothbrush on the counter, brushed her teeth, and headed back to his bedroom.
She considered remaining naked, but then grabbed his black tee from last night and pulled it on. It gave her some level of protection. Not much. But some.
It wasn’t hard to find him. He was in the kitchen looking like a master chef instead of a Master Sadist. His body made her mouth water even more than the scent of food. No shirt. Bare feet. Low-hanging gray sleep pants. He must have sensed her because he turned as she approached, reaching out his arm and pulling her into his side. “Hungry?”
“Starving.” Would he let her feed herself? They had so many details to iron out. Here she was in his home on a Thursday morning. What was next?
He kissed her forehead. “Sit, baby. I’ll bring the plates over.”
She slowly made her way to the table. What did he mean when he commanded her to sit? She was afraid to guess wrong, so she stood near the table and waited for him.
He set two plates on the table, glancing at her quizzically. “Sore bottom?” he teased.
“No. I wasn’t sure where you wanted me to sit.”
He shrugged. “I don’t care. I don’t have some special chair I prefer. You pick.”
She nodded. “That wasn’t what I meant,” she stated as she chose a chair and lowered herself onto it.
He plopped down on the one diagonal from her and picked up his coffee, staring at her over the lip of the mug. Finally, his eyes widened and he set it down. “Right. Shit. Sorry. We have discussed nothing. You’re confused. And you have two thousand questions.”
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