Page 60 of Forever His Brat

“That’s my good girl.” His fingers closed on her left nipple, tightening just enough to ache and then there was a flicking between her thighs again.

She recognized the crop now, with its narrow leather flap. It caressed one moment making her want to press into it. The next, it would slap with a sharp sting, and she’d be rocking back on her heels to get away from it.

But his grip on her nipple didn’t change, so when she retreated it hurt that part of her too. Without conscious thought her body settled into a rocking back and forth motion. Through it all Sam continued to urge her to accept the pain, to take it in.

And she did. She wanted his praise, wanted her Dom to see how hard she was trying to be good. Between the rivaling sensations and the blindfold that limited her senses, Charlie detached from the outside world.

She slipped away, into a place where nothing mattered but her desperate need to please him and receive the rewards of doing so. They were tangible rewards besides the praise he gave freely. Most of it just teased her along, dragging her closer to the edge with little fragments of pleasure.

Two fingers thrusting inside of her, stroked just the right spot. His mouth replacing the pinching fingers, sucking until the low ache of pain vanished. Her clit being stroked and caressed until she was rocking her hips and begging him to let her come.

At one point he held her back against him and demanded she lift her hips so he could deliver five burning slaps to each inner thigh. Those made her cry out but then he dragged his fingernails over the burning patches the spanks had left, and she thought she’d come from that alone.

She did come soon after when he sucked her clit into his mouth while fingering her. She shouted his name and probably a lot of other things that didn’t even make sense. She had no idea what came out of her mouth then.

While she was still pulsing and clenching from the aftershocks, he guided his shaft into her entrance and thrust into her with one hard snap of his hips. He spanked her as he fucked her. Fast, punishing spanks that made her cry even as another orgasm rocked her.

With the blindfold on it was a little disorienting. She knew his body well, but without her sight it felt different—more intense.

He continued to work in and out of her, ignoring the way she shook and moaned from too much of everything. “You’re mine, Charlie,” he said one more time. His voice was raw, ragged and tight from strain as he held on to get in a few more thrusts.

She knew when he found his own climax because she could feel it in the way his body tensed, and he froze in mid-stroke. His hands dug into her soft flesh painfully as he tried to hold onto it. She lifted her hips and tightened around his length, drawing him over the edge.

He managed one more thrust, but it hit the right spot. Not that she needed much by then, she was so overly sensitized. It felt like literal fireworks had gone off.

She’d always thought that was just a fancy way of describing an orgasm but later she could swear dozens of colored lights had spun in the blackness the blindfold kept her in. She was dizzy and panting when he pulled out of her.

Normally they both preferred to stay connected as long as possible and he would stay in her until he softened and slid out, but that was awkward with her arms cuffed behind her back. He fumbled at the cuffs, unhooking them so she could bring her arms around front was the best he could do with his hands shaking.

The cuffs remained, but they were fur-lined and comfortable enough that she didn’t care. They curled up on the floor in front of her fire. His arms wrapped around her, holding her tight as they watched the flames cast dancing shadows on the walls to lull them to sleep.

There were no blankets or pillows, only the carpet beneath them. They would feel that when they woke up hours later and the fire had died down to embers. The aches and pains of the scene didn’t make her wince nearly as much as sleeping on the cold floor had.

They stumbled off to their much more comfortable bed with a lot of complaining between them. Yet neither of them could regret it. There had been something raw about collapsing in front of the fire, exhausted but sated.

It had been a long time since Sam had driven her so hard, put her through her paces and reminded her that she was a submissive, his submissive. She couldn’t even remember everything that had happened during the scene. It had been long, and she’d been so out of it at times.

She only knew that it had been badly needed. Charlie felt completely wrecked, but in the best way. She stretched on the smooth sheets and enjoyed every ache and bit of soreness.

Mentally there was just a low hum of satisfaction. The stress was gone. All the worries and fears had been smashed flat, and in their place Sam had left her the assurances she’d needed.

Despite life’s complications making things difficult, nothing between them had really changed. He was still her Daddy. She still belonged to him because that’s what they both needed.

The problems had been only a momentary hiccup and now they were back on the road they needed to travel, together. It was a nice realization to fall asleep on and her eyes drifted closed, too heavy to stay open any longer. She snuggled back against him, and he automatically tightened his arm around her in his sleep.

EPILOGUE

Charlie was so nervous she could barely sit still. Katie was patiently trying to pin up her hair in the elegant updo she’d chosen, but she was struggling with Charlie constantly moving. Katie sighed when Charlie jumped up and made another trip to look out the window.

“If you don’t sit still, you’re going to end up looking like you just rolled out of bed.”

“Sorry. Sorry, I’m just… I wish Sam was back. I’m so nervous.” Charlie swept the long, draped folds of wedding gown to the side and dropped back into the chair with a loud huff of impatience.

“First off, you’re a bride. You’re supposed to be nervous, it’s a whole thing. And second, he’ll be back soon. The plane was probably late or something.”

“I know, but Sam and my mother don’t get along. I didn’t intend for him to be the one to pick her up. Mike was supposed to but—”

“Char-LEE,” Katie cut through, emphasizing her name to catch her attention. Charlie closed her mouth and frowned into the mirror. “It’s going to befine. Whatever happens you’re getting married today. Nick is with Sam and he’s good at mediating when he has to, okay?”

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