Page 34 of The Boss

I ran my hand over one ass cheek and then the other, earning a breathy moan. I made the first smack a light one, easing her in as I did the same thing to the other cheek. When she didn’t try to get away or protest, the second time my hand came down was harder. She gasped at the third, and her skin started turning pink.

Four.

Five.

She squirmed, but judging by the way she was pressing her thighs together, I was taking it as a positive reaction.

For the final two blows, I put a little extra force into them, and she gasped both times, her head falling down as her hands gripped the comforter, but unless I was completely off base, those had been sounds of pleasure more than pain. Once I was done, I ran my hand over the flushed skin, appreciating the shudder that went through her body. Then I dipped my hand between her legs, and she made a squeaking sound that made me smile in amusement as much as it did in arousal.

“In a minute, you’re going to move to the bed. Stay on your stomach. I’ll join you, and we’ll get to that de-virginizing.”

I waited until she nodded and then helped her over to the bed. I stood, removing my clothes while keeping my eyes on her. She’d folded her arms under her head to allow her to keep her face down, her hair hiding her expression. Her breathing was slow and steady, which I hoped meant she wasn’t regretting her decision.

She’d said she wasn’t looking at this as some big thing, but I knew she’d always remember her first time, and everyone who came after would be measured by this bar. At least I hoped she’d remember it. My own first time was a blur. Fourteen, I’d been half-drunk during my first high school party when Hallie – a sixteen-year-old cheerleader – had pulled me into a room. It’d been over in minutes, and neither one of us had taken off our clothes. I was pretty sure she’d been a brunette, but I couldn’t swear to it.

That wasn’t going to happen with Ashlee. I planned to make it so that every other man would fall short in comparison. Maybe that was selfish of me, but I couldn’t bring myself to give her less than an incredible first experience.

Reaching into the bedside table, I retrieved a condom. I might not have brought a woman to my home in the past, but I believed in being prepared, which meant I had condoms stashed all over the house. It also made it easier to grab a couple when I was heading out.

I rolled the condom on, for once grateful that it would dull sensation. It’d help me last long enough to make this good for her too. I was so hard it hurt, and I could already feel my control slipping, neither of which I’d experienced any time recently. This was going to be a challenge, and in all honesty, that alone turned me on more than Roma had in weeks.

Ashlee’s breathing caught when the bed dipped under my weight, and I put my hands on her calves. Her entire body jerked, and I stilled, waiting to hear her safe word, but it didn’t come. I ran my hands up her legs, parting them as I settled between her knees. My palms continued to skim over her soft skin until I reached her hips.

“Up.” I helped her arrange herself until she was exactly how and where I wanted her: on her hands and knees, that fiery curtain of hair cascading down her back and over her shoulders.

I let my hands roam, gliding across her back, down to her stomach, between her legs, along every crease and dip. She still wore her bra, but it was easy to undo those hooks and let the filmy undergarment hang from her shoulders. I was tempted to turn her over so I could pay attention to her breasts, but I didn’t want to do this face-to-face. Some women thought looking into a lover’s eyes meant something more, and I couldn’t risk that with her.

I cupped her breasts, teased her nipples until they were hard, and she was panting, soft sounds spilling from her lips. When I tugged on them, her entire body twitched, ass pushing back against me, and I wondered what she would do if I sucked on them. They seemed sensitive enough I’d have to ease her into using clamps, but I could only imagine the way she’d writhe with them on.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” I warned her, pinching her nipples hard enough to make her yelp. “I can’t promise to be gentle. I’m not gentle.”

“It’s okay. I don’t want…I mean, I want…fuck.” The last word came out in a frustrated growl.

“What do you want?”

She shook her head. “I don’t know.”

“I think you do,” I countered. “Tell me,le soleil.”

The endearment slipped out before I even knew I was going to use it, but I didn’t take the time to consider what it meant because she was answering me, and my responsibility as a Dom was to take care of my sub first and foremost. For tonight, she wasmine.

“I don’t want gentle. I want it to hurt a little. I want to feel it tomorrow.”

I closed my eyes and cursed. Who the hell was this woman? I opened my eyes and used one hand to guide my cock as the other held onto her hip to keep her from moving away. If she said the word, I’d let her go, but if she didn’t, I was going to give her what she said she wanted.

Once the tip of my cock was resting on her entrance, I asked, “Ready?”

She nodded, and I could see her muscles tightening.

“Ashlee, relax.” I squeezed her hip. “Trust me,le soleil. I’ll make it good for you.”

She inhaled slowly and then let the air back out the same way. I felt most of the tension leave her and took that as my cue. One smooth thrust, and I was buried deep inside her. She cried out, muscles tensing again, and I ran my hand up and down her spine, all the while trying to ignore the way her pussy had clamped down on my dick.

“Breathe,le soleil, breathe,” I murmured the words over and over until she relaxed. Only then did I move inside her.

A couple shallow, easy strokes to start, as much for me as for her, and then I gave her what she wanted. I pulled back until I was almost completely out and then drove right back in. She cursed, but rocked back against me, and I knew I could do it again.

I reached for her hair, wrapping some of it around my hand to use as leverage. Any doubts I might’ve had about taking her this way vanished as I fucked her. Less than a dozen strokes, and she was moving with me, driving me deeper and harder until the sound of flesh slapping against flesh became louder than our harsh breathing, an accompaniment to the curses that flowed freely from us both.

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