Page 40 of Degrees of Innocence
“You’re going to have to stop tempting me or you’re going to find yourself across my knee or in my bed all the time,” he says.
“What if I want you to put me across your knee?” I ask, hearing an audible intake of breath.
“Have any of your former lovers spanked you, Katarina?”
“No, nothing like that,” I say, feeling the blush rise to my cheeks.
“I’m curious about your interest, Baby. If you want to experiment, I’m more than happy to oblige,” he says, guiding me to the couch and onto his lap. “But when I say punish I mean it in the sexual context of driving you absolutely crazy, nothing more. You’ll need to tell me if there is something that you don’t like, Katarina.”
“I can barely think straight I’m so turned on, Chase. I’ll tell you if I don’t like it,” I assure him.
He brushes the hair out of my eyes, kissing me gently before laying me face down on his lap and slowly pulling my dress up to my waist. I am completely exposed in this position. He caresses my ass with gentle hands, before crossing one of his legs over the back of my thighs, easily restraining me. His fingers follow the curve of my back from the waist down to my highly exposed ass cheeks, tracing around each, sending shivers of delight through my body, building the anticipation.
“Your ass is so beautiful, tight and firm…” He reaches between my legs so he can explore me with his fingers. “You’re so wet and ready,” he says, pushing a finger deep inside of me, and then two, making me squirm before he pulls out. “Are you sure you want to do this, Baby?” he asks, again.
I nod, my throat dry and hoarse with eagerness.
“Okay, I am going to spank you a total of eight times, but if you don’t like it, tell me and I will stop.
His hand lands firmly on the right side of my cheek, startling me and at the same time sending a tingling sensation deep into my body. He rubs the spot lightly before delivering another smack to the left side, and again he rubs the spot before the third is felt in the center of my ass, as well as the fourth and fifth and then the rest. He parts my thighs and enters me with two fingers…pushing in deep and slowly pulling out.
“Baby, you are absolutely soaked.”
He increases the rhythm of his fingers inside of me and begins rubbing my clit. I am almost immediately lost to the trembling that overtakes my body. He caresses me through it, extending my release until I am completely spent and breathless “Baby, I love being intimate with you,” he says, kissing me gently.
“Have you ever used toys, Katarina?” he asks.
I shake my head. “I haven’t except for the ties today,” I say.
“Come with me,” he says, guiding me into the bedroom and pushing me into the softness of the down comforter before he opens the nightstand. He pulls out a dildo with an attachment on the end. I’ve seen it advertised in magazines and even entertained the idea of purchasing something similar at one time, but was too shy to go through with it.
He pulls a bottle of lubricant out of the drawer and opens my legs, positioning himself between them so I am completely exposed and on display to him. He bends down, eyes still holding my own captive, and blows on my clit, before inhaling deeply. He has not touched me, but I feel myself moistening in anticipation, as he opens the top of the lubricant bottle, dribbling a few drops onto his fingers before warming it with his breath. He glides his index finger over my clit, ever so slightly, and then allows it to enter me slowly. He pushes it in deeper, twirling his finger inside of me, ensuring the lubricant is well dispersed. He repeats the pattern, pushing into me deeply with one finger, and then begins to caress my clit with his thumb. “Chase,” I moan, lifting my hips to take his finger in deeper.
“There, now you’re ready, Baby,” he says, rubbing the large dildo against the moistness of my body, before sliding it into place. I gasp at its depth and rigidity. He does not move it but gives me a few moments to acclimate before gliding it slowly out of me and then back in. The end of the attachment rubs against my clit each time he pushes it into me and my body is shameless, rising up to meet him thrust for thrust.
“Don’t stop, Baby. I’m going to turn the vibration on and you’re going to need to tell me if it’s too intense,” he says.
He turns it on and it is intense. The pulsing sensations are fast, rubbing deep against my insides while grinding and almost squeezing my clit with every down stroke. My breathing has become ragged and I cry out, but he does not stop. “Cum for me, Baby. I want to see you shake again,” he says, pushing me over the edge as another orgasm overtakes my body. He gently repositions me to the end of the bed before rolling a condom onto his engorged penis. His body is magnificently chiseled and I reach up to stroke him.
He groans, lowering himself to me, taking possession of my lips as he pushes into me. “Baby, you are so tight… I can barely think straight,” he says, his eyes dark with passion. He pushes in deeper, exploring with each penetrating thrust. I wrap my legs around his back and pull his body closer as we find our rhythm. He is intentionally slow, bringing me right to the edge and then changing course, keeping me poised and wanting, shamelessly arching to meet him stroke for stroke. He grasps my hips firmly, lifting them and I gasp as he penetrates me even deeper, over and over until I am crying out and he releases deep inside of me. He holds me close against his chest, as our bodies recover, pushing the hair out of my face and gently kissing my lips. “Let’s relax a little in the whirlpool,” he says, guiding me into the bathroom, discreetly discarding the condom before turning on the whirlpool and sprinkling bath crystals into the warm and inviting water.
I look into the full-length mirror and gasp with feigned shock. “Chase Prestian, you have spanked my ass red.”
“Get into the bath, Katarina. Your playfulness makes me hot for you, Baby. I’ll pour us a glass of wine,” he says.
I smile and slide into the water and can’t help but admire his washboard abs, muscular thighs, chest and arms as he returns with our wine and slides in.
“Baby, I want you to tell me how you felt today when I put you in restraints and spanked you.”
“You really want to know?” I ask, embarrassed.
“I need to know Katarina, but I have a difficult time thinking about anything except fucking you when you’re blushing at me like this.”
“Well, you ask such embarrassing questions. I’ve never talked to anyone about stuff like this.”
“My intent is not to embarrass you, but to make sure your needs are met, Katarina.”
“I can try. I’m just not used to talking about these types of things,” I explain.Here goes…“It made me feel completely exposed and on display this afternoon. When you restrained me earlier, I didn’t know what to expect. I’ve never been held in place by anyone, but I trusted you. The way you made me feel was like nothing I’ve ever experienced. It was the same feeling tonight when you pushed my dress up around my waist and my ass was uncovered. It almost felt like I was on exhibit and when you were spanking me, I felt a little embarrassed at first and having said that I have never felt so liberated, wanted and sensual in all of my life,” I say, looking into his intent and steely green eyes. “I absolutely love how you make me feel, Chase.”
