by Banks, Maya
“You should probably spank me,” she said, adopting a look of utter seriousness.
He slid his hands down the insides of her legs, and she shivered, chill bumps racing over her skin.
“I’m a little conflicted,” he said, adopting a mock serious tone to match hers. “You’ve indeed been a very bad girl, but you’ve also been very, very good.”
Her lips twisted into another pout and he leaned down, kissing those delectable lips.
“I think the solution is to punish you first and then reward you.”
“Oh, that’s a perfect idea,” she said in a breathy voice that hitched with excitement.
“Up on your knees, baby,” he ordered in a tone he knew she’d respond to.
Her pupils flared and heat flushed her cheeks. Her eyes darkened immediately and her nipples puckered. Hell, he hadn’t even begun yet and just his promise of what was to come had her entire body reacting. She was fucking perfect. Perfect for him. Made for him. He’d never have another woman that could come as close to matching him as she did.
She struggled upward and then a wide, goofy grin split her lips, making him want to take her mouth and ravage it. He grasped her wrists and helped her to a sitting position and then she clumsily turned to get on her hands and knees. She fell flat on her face and a giggle erupted, her entire body shaking. Her ass quivered and his dick hardened to the point of bursting. Oh yeah, he was going to have her mouth, her pussy and that sweet ass, and he was going to fuck her until they both passed out.
When he got her into position, she fidgeted impatiently, turning to look at him over her shoulder. And those eyes glowed with lust and excitement. His hands shook and he clung to his control with a frayed thread.
“So what’s it going to be, baby?” he asked in a silky, teasing tone he knew would drive her crazy. “My hand? The crop? Or . . . we could try something new.”
She went utterly still. “New?” It came out in a breathy sigh filled with anticipation.
“I haven’t used a belt and I haven’t used wood. I have a pliable wood paddle. It has just the right amount of snap and it’ll redden that beautiful ass until it glows.”
“Oh,” she whispered, the word coming out as a soft moan.
“Your choice, baby,” he murmured. “I’ll give that to you. Let you decide tonight. I’m in a particularly generous mood. Because, honey? When I’m done reddening that ass, I’m going to eat that delicious pussy and you’re going to come all over my tongue. But I won’t be done then. Not by a long shot. Because after I make you come, I’m going to fuck your mouth. Then I’m going to fuck that pussy and then I’m going to fuck your ass until you come screaming my name.”
“Oh my God.”
He smiled and stroked lovingly over her ass, anticipation building with every second he waited for her response.
“The w-wood,” she husked out. “I want the wood.”
“Excellent,” he purred. “Very good choice. So good that your reward will be extra nice. You please me very much, Bethany.”
She went soft under his touch, her entire body going lax as her sigh of contentment filled his ears. She turned and looked at him again, her gaze so sweet and loving that his heart clenched.
He leaned down and kissed the dimple just above the crease of her ass. “Be right back, love.”
He fetched the thin paddle from his closet and took his time walking back across the room to the bed, savoring the sight of her on hands and knees, ass perched enticingly in the air as she waited for him. He caressed one ass cheek and then stroked over the other until she arched into his touch and quivered beneath his fingers.
“Give me your pain. Give me your pleasure,” he growled. “I want it all, Bethany. Every sound. Every reaction. I want all of you.”
He snapped the paddle across her ass and she flinched, emitting a gasp of surprise. He smiled. It wasn’t a sound of pain. It was a sound of discovery. Experiencing something new.
He popped again, a little harder this time, and then inflicted one on the other cheek. A red, rosy glow shimmered, turning the skin pink. The contrast between the pale areas he hadn’t yet touched and the spots he’d struck was enticing. He couldn’t wait to redden her entire ass.
But he paced himself, wanting them both to experience ultimate pleasure from the moment.
“Ten,” he whispered. “I’m giving you ten. This is new for you, baby. I don’t want to overwhelm you. Just give you a taste. Count them out for me. Start at one now.”
He cracked the wood over the fleshiest part of her ass, satisfaction gripping him when the red immediately popped.
“One.”
It came out as a moan that made his balls ache.
“Two,” she whispered.
He made himself slow when he realized how quickly he’d administered the third, fourth, fifth and sixth blows. She tensed in anticipation, waiting for the seventh, but he smoothed his hand over her reddened ass, petting and soothing.
“Please,” she begged.
He gave her what she asked for. Seven. Eight. Nine and then ten, featherlight, much softer than the others. She sagged downward and then she turned her face, gazing at him with drunk, drowsy eyes that were now intoxicated with far more than alcohol. She was high on lust and the haze brought on by that edgy line between pain and pleasure. She’d slipped beyond the here and now and he wanted to bring her back down just so he could work her up in an entirely different manner this time.
“Turn over, baby.”
He held his hands out to guide her as she unsteadily turned, falling onto her back, a dreamy smile curving her luscious mouth.
“Gonna have to be bad more often,” she purred. “Had fun and then got to come home to you. Best night ever.”
His heart went soft and he leaned down to gather her in his arms, wanting to hold her before he did anything else.
“You’ll always come home to me.”
“Yeah,” she said in contentment.
“Love hearing you say that, baby.”
She smiled and reached up to brush his hair from his forehead. Then she tipped her mouth up for his kiss and he took the silent invitation, feasting greedily on her lips. Tasting her. Making love to her mouth just like he was going to feast on her pussy.
“You sobering up yet?”
She shook her head, opening her eyes so he could see they were still fuzzy with the remnants of alcohol and the haze of pleasure. There wasn’t a better look on a woman. Drunk on pleasure. Dreamy. Looking at him like he was the only man in her world. Like there’d never been another.
“Going to eat that pussy now,” he growled against her mouth.
“Oh.”
Her excited gasp escaped into his mouth and he swallowed it up, inhaling her deep into his lungs, savoring her there at the very heart of him.
“Prop those sexy heels up on the bed and grab your knees and hold on. Spread yourself and don’t move your hands. Open yourself for me, baby. I’m feeling greedy tonight and I want you to come all over my tongue.”
She arched her body and awkwardly propped her feet on the bed, digging the spiked heels into the mattress. Hell, she’d probably put holes in it but he didn’t give a fuck. He’d buy a new bed tomorrow. The fantasy of fucking her in those heels like she’d wanted so badly was worth the cost of a new mattress. Later he wanted to have her hold the heels of the shoes all spread out while he fucked her ass. Oh yeah, definitely worth whatever damage they did to the bed.
Her hands cupped her knees and she shyly spread her thighs, pushing her legs outward until her pussy lips opened, baring her glistening flesh. The contrast of the dark curls and the puffy pink flesh, moist with her juices, made his mouth water. He knelt on the floor so his head was at a perfect angle and he moved in, dying to fuck her with his tongue.
The momen
t he licked her, she bucked upward and cried out his name.
“Hands, baby,” he commanded. “Keep your hands on your knees and keep yourself spread for me.”
She opened farther for him and he took a long, leisurely swipe with his tongue from her entrance up to her clit, where he toyed and teased, running a lazy circle around the taut nub before flicking it over and over with the tip of his tongue.
She squirmed and fidgeted, but she kept her hands on her knees and she kept her thighs splayed wide.
She got wetter as he ate her, grazing his teeth ever so lightly back down to her opening. He tongue-fucked her, pushing in, licking from the inside out, sucking in her taste and the sweetness of her arousal.
“This is the sweet, baby. You took the pain, now take the sweet.”
“Jace,” she whispered. “Don’t you know? Everything you give me is the sweetest pleasure I’ve ever known. The pain is pleasure. The pleasure is pleasure. Your love is more than I could have ever dreamed of.”
Her words were earnest and so damn sweet that they took his breath away. He tasted her. Ate her. Drank from her and still he wanted more. He wanted to give this to her. Wanted to make it last. Wanted her crazy with lust and high on more than just alcohol.
“I want your cock,” she said, the words thick and clumsy. He didn’t know if it was the alcohol slowing her or if it was her intense arousal and need.
He glanced up and then grinned when he took in her unfocused gaze. She was staring hard at him but she looked to be having difficulty directing her stare where she wanted. So damn cute.
“You’ll get my cock, baby, just as soon as I get you off. You’re going to get a damn lot of my dick before we’re done tonight.”
“Oh yum,” she said with a cheeky grin. “I want to taste you like you’re tasting me.”
He groaned. Alcohol definitely made her less inhibited. She was adorably shy, but tonight the alcohol had given her liquid courage and he may not survive it. He was already about to come in his pants, and he was nowhere near inside her yet.
He had to pace himself. It was something he constantly had to remind himself or else he’d toss those killer heels over his shoulders and fuck her brains out right here and now. And if she knew what he was thinking, she’d be encouraging him to do just that. Tonight she was an impatient, greedy wench and he loved it.
Lowering his head back down he began to lick and eat more boldly, applying more pressure, touching her in the places he knew she was particularly sensitive. He knew every inch of her body. Knew she loved when he slid his finger into her pussy and pressed just so against her G-spot. She loved when he rolled his tongue around her clit, but she didn’t like when he sucked it too hard. And she loved to have the rim of her pussy opening toyed and teased with his tongue, his fingers and his cock. The quickest way to drive her insane was to fuck her with very short, shallow strokes with barely the head of his dick inside her.
“You are a genius with your mouth,” she said dreamily. “I gotta tell Mia about this. All she said was that Gabe fucked her just inside the door, but I bet she doesn’t get this.”
He raised his head, leveling a baleful stare in her direction. “Not cool, baby. Not cool at all.”
Her eyes danced merrily and she giggled, momentarily releasing one knee to cover her mouth to stifle her laughter.
“Hands,” Jace growled.
“Oops!”
“And while I’m giving my beautiful submissive her orders, do not mention my sister while we’re having sex. Ever.”
“Yes, sir,” she said primly. “Or maybe I should say ‘yes, master.’”
“Cheeky wench,” he said with no heat.
He loved the lighthearted exchange. Loved the fun, flirty mood they were enjoying. Bethany had enjoyed herself tonight and it showed. He was seeing another side of her. He was seeing her happy. It made him ache because here and now he was getting a glimpse of the future. Of how things would be between them. And he loved every goddamn minute. It made him hungry for more and he was a greedy bastard where Bethany was concerned.
He licked her roughly from her opening up to her clit, rolled the nub with his tongue and then flicked repeatedly until she squirmed and went rigid beneath him. He worked a finger gently through her swollen, damp flesh and as he teased her clit, he pushed in to the knuckle, flexing the tip of his finger into the wall of her pussy.
“Jace!”
“Want you to come,” he said roughly. “Going to work you right up to that point and then I’m going to suck you dry while you come all over my tongue.”
“Oh God,” she said weakly.
She convulsed around his finger and bathed him in a flood of quick moisture. He caressed the slick, velvety tissues while he worked her clit with his tongue. When her breaths grew desperate, like she was starved for oxygen, he pulled his finger out and quickly put his mouth over her entrance, shoving his tongue deep and sucking.
She went off like a rocket, hips bucking, her hands flying off her knees to tangle in his hair. She gripped the strands so hard that it was nearly painful, but she held him tightly against her pussy as if she were afraid he’d let her go right in the middle of her orgasm.
She arched and rose, pushing herself more firmly against his mouth, her movements frantic. He sucked and licked, eating like a man starved. When she began to relax and her pussy quivered against his tongue, he nuzzled more gently, working her down from her explosive release.
Lapping slowly and leisurely, he alternated swipes of his tongue with tender kisses to the still-trembling flesh.
“Can I pass out now?” she moaned.
He chuckled against her pussy and then lifted his head so he could meet her gaze. She looked even drunker than before, her eyes glazed over, cheeks flushed and her words slurring past stiff lips.
“I’m still going to fuck you, baby. Whether you’re conscious or not. I’d prefer you be awake for the event.”
“Mmmm, me too. Jace?”
“Yeah, baby.”
“I’m drunk.”
He laughed. “I would have never guessed.”
“But it was worth it to have you fuck me in these shoes.”
“Haven’t fucked you yet, baby. I’m getting to that part.”
She let out another dreamy sigh. “I like these shoes.”
He grinned. “I like them on you while I’m fucking you.”
“You gonna fuck me now?”
He laughed at the pouty impatience in her tone. Then he moved up and over her, her breath quickening as she stared up at him, the flirty lightness gone, replaced by lust.
“I’m going to fuck that pretty mouth of yours just as soon as I get rid of my clothes.”
She licked over her lips and his dick screamed for him to get out of his fucking pants.
“Hurry,” she whispered.
“That I can do,” he murmured. “While I’m undressing, I want you to lie on your back, head toward me, and slide over the edge so the back of your neck is on that edge. Wait for me like that. Going to fuck your mouth just like it was your ass on the edge of the bed, your pussy all spread out for me to fuck.”
Though he’d told her to do it while he undressed, he stood next to the bed until he was certain she wasn’t going to fall on the floor. He helped her position her head and made sure she was comfortable before stripping out of his clothing in record time.
His dick sprang free, painful as hell after spending so much time stuffed into his damn pants. His balls ached and he was ready to dive deep. Knowing he planned to fuck her three ways before he came in her ass made him temper his movements. They were both going to enjoy this even if it killed him.
He palmed her face, holding her steady as his dick bobbed just above her lips.
“Open your mouth, baby,” he ordered. “I want you to
relax and let me do all the work. Just lie there while I fuck you.”
Her lips parted on his command and he pushed inside her liquid warmth. The tip slid over her tongue and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head. Jesus, he was going to come all undone in two seconds flat.
He arched over her, pushing up in a position of dominance. He flexed and slid deep, gliding over her velvety tongue. To the back of her throat, resting a moment before retreating in slow, sensual thrusts. She lifted her hands, reaching back tentatively to curl around his thighs until her fingers teased over his ass, almost as if she were asking permission to touch him. He liked it too damn much to tell her to put her hands forward, and she was gloriously uninhibited, determined to explore and delight in her inebriated state.
Low, sexy sounds hummed from her throat, vibrating around his dick every time he sank deeper. As his movements became more forceful, wet sucking sounds filled the room. It was hot. Everything about tonight pushed every one of his buttons. He’d never fucked a drunk woman before. It was a definite no in his book because he never wanted it to be construed that he’d taken advantage of a woman who wasn’t fully cognizant of her actions.
But Bethany was with him. She wanted this. Hell, she’d all but demanded to be fucked in her shoes, adorably tipsy, eyes glowing and cheeks flushed. And he was going to give her what she wanted, absolutely.
He closed his eyes, rocking up on his toes, his palms tightening on her face and then sliding to tangle in her hair as he pulled her to meet his thrusts. Long, slow and deep, he drew out his pleasure, feeling every lick, every suck, every time her cheeks hollowed and then puffed out.
Then he stopped, his breaths tearing raggedly from his chest. She made a low murmur of protest when his hands left her face and he smiled down before leaning in to drop a kiss on her upturned lips.
“Want to fuck that pussy, baby.”
She sent him a goofy grin, her eyes lighting up. “I want that too. How do you want me?”
The simple request sent a dark thrill through him. So submissive. So willing to please.
“Turn around and give me those gorgeous legs. I’m going to wrap them around me and then I’m going to hold those heels, spread you wide and fuck you hard.”