Page 75 of Worth the Risk

He leaned in, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. Their tongues tangled as sure as their desire intertwined. As their kiss deepened, Dan’s hands caressed her hair, her breasts, her hips, and her backside, igniting every nerve ending they touched.

He broke the kiss, his eyes filled with a hunger that matched her own. Slowly, he poured a small drizzle of syrup onto the small of her back, watching as it dripped down her curves. He dipped a finger into the small pool remaining and spread it up along her spine then down, stopping at the cleft of her ass. He drizzled more in that spot, and Bella’s breath hitched as it slowly tickled between her cheeks, over her rear hole, and farther down to her pussy, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through her.

“Are you ready, beautiful?” Dan asked, his voice filled with a mix of desire and adoration.

She twisted her neck to where he knelt behind her. “For what, sir?”

“For me to lick you clean.” He didn’t wait for an answer, the question rhetorical evidently then lapped at the streaks of chocolate crisscrossing her body. “Mm,” he groaned between laps. “Fucking decadent.”

Her body trembled as his hot tongue lapped up the cool syrup and shivered when he licked slowly up her spine. One spot at a time, his mouth moved over her rounded hips, sucking off the sticky stuff before moving on to her bottom cheeks. But that was just the appetizer—once he’d rid her skin of syrup, he separated her folds with his thumbs and feasted on her pussy.

“Mercy, please, sir,” she cried. “I can’t take much more.”

“Sorry, naughty girl. This is my treat. You left me hanging again without a word and don’t deserve a reward.” Two fingers entered her pussy and pumped slowly. “Am I wrong?”

“No. But I apologized.”

“So, you did, but I’m not ready to forgive just yet.” He added a third finger and kept stroking, revolving his fingers from side to side and palm up. “What could we do to fix that?”

“You could fuck me,” she suggested.

“Uh-uh, that would reward you. And me,” he allowed, “but I was going to do that anyway.”

“Spank me?” was her next suggestion.

“Now we’re getting somewhere, although I planned on doing that, too, and I think you rather enjoy being over my knee. Maybe we should up the ante, except I didn’t bring my master’s bag with me. I left it at the club where I thought I was going to have a nice relaxing scene after a long day, with my submissive.”

“I’m sorry for disappointing you. But I kind of freaked.”

“And ran. But you aren’t going to do that again to me, are you, baby?”

“No, sir. I promise.”

“What do you have around here that would substitute for what’s in my master’s bag?”

“I don’t have floggers or crops, if that’s what you mean. Sorry.”

“But surely you have something we can use. Ordinary household items we in the lifestyle refer to as pervertables.” He patted her ass, and she lost his fingers. “Stay right there while I have a look.”

She heard the scuff of his boots behind her, drawers opening, and his heels striking tile as he moved into the bathroom.

“These will do,” he announced on his return. But he didn’t reveal what “these” were.

Kneeling behind her, he reintroduced two fingers into her wet pussy, his thumb moving over her clit. In seconds, she was as needy as when he’d left her to explore. As he pistoned in and out of her and rubbed the nub at the top of her sex ceaselessly, a splat echoed in the room from a solid smack to her left cheek. Bella yelped as her head flew up. His fingers didn’t stop, causing pleasure and pain to assail her simultaneously. Before the next smack on her other cheek landed, he inverted his hand. While still gliding in and out, his thumb stroked the puckered hole in back, and she let out a moan instead of yelping.

He applied pressure to that untraveled passaged as he applied four swats from side to side with whatever he was using. The next moment, she jumped when her long-handled bath brush clattered on the floor.

Dan squeezed her hip. “Sorry, baby. Didn’t mean to startle you, but I’m done with that.”

She relaxed, rocking back to meet his fingers, so turned on she didn’t protest when the tip of his thumb pressed inward and up to his first knuckle. Another yelp burst from her lips when a more focused, stingier line of fire landed on her already tingling cheek. Her eyes shifted, and the brush was still where he’d dropped it. This was something else, her punishment not yet over.

But she owed him for standing him up and getting involved when she had no business doing so and keeping secrets she just couldn’t bring herself to tell him. So, like the good girl he often called her, she took what he gave her, at least a dozen burning blows divided equally between both ass cheeks.

She was sobbing from the need to come and from the heat sizzling across her ass when the wand from her bathroom mini-blinds joined the brush on the floor.

“Is that all, sir?” she gasped.

“Who decides that, my beauty?”

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