Page 32 of Midnight Danger

Xavier never touched me, merely allowed my flesh to become accustomed to the crop. He stepped up close behind me, his breath fanning my ear. “Ready?”

“Hmmm.”

“Take a deep breath and let it go as the leather kisses you. I’ll count for you this time so you know when to expect it. One.”

I didn’t take a breath, shock making my lungs freeze. The crop struck my ass, and my body stiffened. It wasn’t painful in the way I expected, but neither did it have me writhing in ecstasy the way that woman had. Did they fake it down here in the subs layer?

Xavier’s strong hand caressed over my flesh, kneading my ass. “You are so fucking beautiful.” He pressed kisses from my neck down my spine, his hands skimming along my sides. His tongue flicked over where the flesh on my ass burned.

He stood, his fingers light on my waist. “Ready?”

I nodded because I couldn’t find any words.

“Two.”

This time I’d already filled my lungs, the breath hissing out when the crop connected. It alleviated the shock of the sting. His hand was automatically there on my ass, smoothing over the injury. Both cheeks now burned from the crop, and both my face and ass cheeks heated.

“When you’re used to it, the crop can be used on your pussy and nipples to create a delicious friction.” His deep voice and the image in my head made my stomach tighten and the flesh at the apex of my thighs pulse with longing. I wanted to be that woman for him, the one who fulfilled all his fantasises.

He swatted my nipples gently, but it gave me a sneak peek into what to expect and Xavier had taught me to love nipple stimulation. Before him, I’d hated when guys sucked and sucked as if they were searching for milk. I arched my back to present my breasts. He caressed then with his hands, flicking my nipples with the tip of his tongue. I moaned in protest when he moved away.

He moved behind me again, the softness of his fingers trailing on my skin making me hyperaware. The alternation between soft and hard left me trembling, butterflies beating against my stomach.

“Three.” He struck my right ass again. This time it didn’t sting in the same way.

“Four.” The burn flared on my left ass.

Every time he massaged the flesh, his fingers dipped between my legs to find my clit and circle his fingers over it. I moaned, my head falling back onto his shoulder. His lips found mine, one hand splayed protectively over my stomach. I’d feared pregnancy, but Xavier took it in stride, allowing me to be excited instead of afraid.

“Five.” The heat started to give way to a different sensation.

“Six.” There was no pain as my ass began to accept the strikes.

“Seven.” My back arched.

“Eight.” I leaned forward in the arm supports so that my ass was fully presented.

“Nine.” To my surprise, I had actually begun to anticipate the strike, my teeth digging into my bottom lip.

“Ten.” I slumped forward, letting him soothe my heated flesh.

The crop clattering to the floor was the only warning I had before he ripped my lace panties and surged in deep with one powerful movement. His teeth bit into my shoulder as he thrust up again, forcing me onto my tiptoes. Over and over, he ignited me with his touch, every stroke stoking that fire. He’d been right, the heat in my pelvis made everything more intense, more powerful as he pushed us ever higher.

My fingertips gripped the leather wrist clamps as I desperately tried to cling onto something. I was floating off without any gravity to ground me, my body shaking with every thrust. My legs wobbled as my knees began to tremble.

Xavier didn’t coax my reaction, he destroyed me until there was nothing left but raw emotion and sensation. He hauled down my defences until I was bare and exposed.

His fingers dug into my hips to allow him to push into me fully. The angle and our location made it intense, the friction driving me insane with lust. Xavier held me even as I fractured apart from the inside out. My womb exploded into an orgasm that rippled out through my limbs, infecting every muscle and nerve ending on its scorching path of devastation.

Xavier lasted a few strokes longer than me, but my body milked him hard, my breathing ragged.

“Fuck, baby,” he muttered against my ear, his damp forehead resting on my shoulder.

My ass throbbed with heat, my legs wobbled, and my core continued to contract around his length lodged deep inside me. I never expected to enjoy something like this, imagining The Twilight Rooms to be about my hands tied to the bed. There were a lot of scary-looking implements in that cupboard. Add that to the furniture I saw in the other rooms, and I’d wandered into a world I knew little about.

Xavier clung to me as if I was a lifeline, while I leaned back into his strength because the only place I belonged was in his arms.

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