Page 24 of Her Double Desire

He hasn't touched me in a few minutes, so when his fingers pet over the nape of my neck, shifting my hair away, I jump. His breath rustles over my sensitive, naked shoulder. “Oliver is a powerful man,” he whispers. “He has high expectations for anyone he surrounds himself with. Only perfect slaves should wear the mark of his house.” He strokes my tattoo. “I'll work hard to make you the next best thing.”

His palm swings around, catching me on the ass. Yelping, I can't stop myself from starting forward to escape; my brain is on autopilot.

Shawn wraps an arm around my shoulders, halting me before I can go far. I freeze, my spine pressed on his chest, my plump ass shoved against the front of his pants. “I told you not to move,” he says into my ear.

“I'm sorry,” I blurt, “you surprised me!”

He nuzzles my shoulder. Reaching between us, he cups my rear end, massaging the place he spanked. “It's fine. I wanted to surprise you, I like the sounds you make. Bend over, grab the table.”

I shoot my eyes forward and spot the coffee table. It's only as high as my knee; if I reach for it without moving my feet, my ass will be pointed straight up in the air. And I know the view he'll have. “Hold on,” I start.

Shawn kneads his fingers into my ass. It's painful and pleasureful all at once. My mouth falls open, a tiny whimper escaping. “Be a good girl and do what I tell you. We'll both have a lot more fun this way.”

He eases his hold on my skin. Before he lets go completely, he tugs at my hip, driving my ass into his pelvis. The distinct, very firm shape of his hard-on jabs into me. Is he ready to go again already?

Shivering, I lean down and brace myself on the table. His cup is near me; I see my reflection in the leftover coffee. Some strands of hair are stuck to my forehead. My lips are parted from my anxious breathing.

Shawn rolls his fingers down my thighs, then up again over my hips. “Stay like this. Idon'texpect you to move this time. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” I whisper.

His touch slides over my ass, one hand reaching around to stroke my hip-bone. Then he slides lower, outlining my panties. Winding the lacy edge in his grip, he snaps it sharply, throwing the underwear aside.

Goosebumps rise on me from his aggression. With them comes a new, agonizing rush of arousal. Shawn caresses my hairless pussy, his fingers spreading on either side of my puffy lips. All of the cells in my body vibrate expectantly. I want him to touch me—I also want him to back off. It's so damn confusing.

He plays with me for awhile, just grazing his fingertips over my skin. He explores the dip of my waist, the groove of my spine. He edges close to my cunt, then moves away, touching me less than the air is.

Soon, I'm quivering on the spot.

When he finally runs a single finger through the dripping cleft of my pussy-lips, Igroandesperately. “So fucking turned on, aren't you? Let's see how you like to this.” His contact vanishes, long enough for me to wonder if he left the room. That's when a sharp spank arrives, cracking directly onto my right ass cheek.

Squealing, I gape over my shoulder at him in disbelief. He smacks the opposite muscular globe next. Shawn locks eyes with me. Then he glides his fingers back over my pussy, stroking my clit with expert skill. “Oh god,” I whine. He makes small circles, and before I squeeze my eyes shut, I spot his wicked grin.

He'slovingthis.

A third spank comes; then a fourth. Shawn alternates between brief bursts of hot pain on my skin and rewarding me with contact on my eager clit. My arms tremble as I hold the coffee table tight, my fingers going numb. I forget which end of the world is up. I can't process everything he's doing to me.

Another spank. “Ah!” I gasp.

Those amazing fingers swirl along my pussy's seam.

Hanging my head, I give in to the waves of passion. I'd have come by now if he wasn't tempering my pleasure with his attacks. A bolt of muscle-clenching delight steals my breath when Shawn pushes two fingers into my cunt.

It's fucking heaven. I'm on the edge, so close, so ready to finally orgasm after everything I've been put through today. I'm buzzing like a live wire. Holding still is impossible, I rock side to side, hungry to get him to stuff more fingers inside... get them deeper, do anything to get me off.

“Fuck,” he breathes out, and I know he's losing some of his control. “You want to come so badly, you'd do anything for it, wouldn't you?”

My only response is an obscene whimper.

“Beg me, you filthy girl,” he says.

“Let me come,” I sob, unable to fight back. Unsure why I'd even want to. Everything he's doing feels so good I'm dizzy from it. If this is what it means to serve in this house, then maybe... maybe it won't be so bad at all.

“That's not begging.” He palms my ass, the tender skin tingling. Spreading me wide, he starts to slide his fingers out. “Begging is pretty. Begging is exposing your soul. Try harder.”

I whip my head back; something wet hits my cheek.Coffee?I didn't notice my hair had slid into his abandoned cup. I contort my body so I can stare at him. Shawn's pupils are dilated, his mouth a severe line free of any expression. But I don't need any hints about his mood, I know what he wants.

“Please, Sir, let me come. I need to come so badly, I'm going crazy. Please... please, I can't take it!”

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