Page 71 of Healing the Heart

“Mm, mmm,” he growled as he stared into the heart of her. “This is my idea of the perfect midnight snack.”

One finger ran through her slit. Although she was expecting his touch or his tongue, she jumped. When he slid the same finger inside her, a soft sigh escaped her lips. Soon, another finger joined the first, moving in a slow, rhythmic motion. Restlessly, she shifted on the desk, her body stretching and undulating with each sensual glide.

“Be still,” he directed, as he lowered his face to her splayed center. “Moan, whimper, and purr all you like, but don’t you dare move.”

“If I do?”

He raised his head and peered at her over her bare belly. “What was that?”

“I asked what happens if I dare move?”

“Is that a challenge?”

Since they’d been together, he hadn’t once punished her. The flogger, the way he used it, sure as heck didn’t count, and she wondered what being disciplined by Master Noah would entail.

Her answer was a teasing and vague, “Maybe.”

He inverted his hand, palm up, and massaged the ultra-sensitive spot in front with the two fingers inside her.

“How does the expression go?” he asked, as his thumb rubbed her clit. “Fuck around and find out.”

“Now that,” she panted, “is most definitely a challenge. Because I’d give anything to find out.”

Not to be left out, his other hand joined the fun. After gliding through her wetness, it moved downward, until his thumb pressed against the smaller hole in back.

“Ungh,” she whimpered as the tip penetrated. Combined with the stimulation of her clit and G-spot, the triple sensation was overwhelming. Her back arched, lifting her hips off the desk, and her thighs trembled.

Without warning, his fingers vanished, and a harsh, grating noise filled the air.

Fiona’s gaze darted downward between her spread thighs, her eyes widening as she watched him retrieve a wooden ruler from the pencil drawer.

“You lose, naughty kitten.”

“How? What did I do?”

He leaned over her, one dark-blond brow arched. His lips hovered just above hers, close enough for her to meet them with a slight lift of her head.

“You fucked around by moving,” he explained an instant before he pressed his mouth against hers in a hot, intense, all-too-brief kiss. Then he straightened and pushed her knees to her chest. “Now, you get to find out.”

A crack echoed through the room immediately followed by another. It shocked more than it stung. By the time he repeated it ten more times, with Noah holding her legs in place as he moved the improvised paddle from side to side, heat exploded in a fiery swath across both cheeks. After he’d delivered a dozen stinging strokes, he glided the smooth side of the ruler over her hot skin.

“Challenge met?” he asked. “Or does my naughty kitty need more?”

Fiona panted, her butt on fire but incredibly turned on at the same time. She didn’t want to test him or the tolerance of her tender backside further and yielded. “I’m good. You win, sir.”

He dropped the ruler into the drawer and shut it.

“No, Fiona. We both do. Hold your legs for me.”

Her hands curled behind her knees, obeying his command without question, no matter how revealing, and salacious, the position. Then she heard crinkling and the unmistakable creak of the lid to a bottle of lube.

She’d inquire later why he had supplies in his desk. For now, she didn’t care. She just wanted him inside her.

“To the victor belong the spoils,” he murmured as he sheathed his cock in a condom and applied a translucent drop of lube to the tip. “A confusing outdated phrase for some,” he continued. “Reward is a more fitting term. And this, without a doubt, will be a gratifying reward for me.”

His thumbs parted her cheeks. She felt cool slickness then pressure against the tight pucker. She sucked in a breath as the smooth, broad head stretched and tested the ring of resistant muscles as he sought entrance.

“Breathe,” he urged as his thumb returned to her clit and his two long fingers curled into her center once again. “Anal wasn’t a hard limit on your list, kitten. You have done this before?”

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