Page 12 of Defended
Holy shit, he's actually into me...
At least physically. Evidence like that didn't lie.
“Is this the kind of scene you enjoy reading about?” he asked as the Domme moved back into position, rubbing her submissive’s already bright red cheeks before lifting the paddle again.
Melody winced as the leather slapped against hot flesh with a loudthwack. “Yes, but…”
“But?” he asked, sounding somewhat amused, pulling her more tightly against him and rocking his hips against her butt. It broke the tension she was feeling, and she giggled, twisting her head around to look up at him. He smiled back at her. The warm feeling that rushed through her in response had nothing to do with sex and everything to do with the look he was giving her. The gleam in his eyes was both indulgent yet somehow authoritative at the same time.
Thwack!
She winced again at the sound.
“But not that hard,” she whispered.
“Not if you’re a good girl,” he agreed. Melody gulped, pressing her thighs together again as the ache between them intensified by a thousand. The hanging threat, that if she was a bad girl she’d get a hard spanking like the one they were watching, was somehow the hottest thing a man had ever said to her.
Maybe that made her a bad feminist, but it’s not like she could control what turned her on.
And apparently her hot Asian lawyer hinting that he’d give her a hard spanking if she was a bad girl just flat out did it for her.
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The way Melodywas squirming against him gave Kawan all sorts of ideas.
She was enthralled by the spanking. Turned on by his veiled threat. And her lips were slightly parted as though she was begging him for a kiss. So he decided to accept the invitation.
“Remember, your safe word is ‘stop’.” That was all the warning he gave her before dipping his head, slowly enough for her to read his intention and give her the chance to say something, and taking her lips in a kiss. Her body lifted, leaned, her head falling back to give him better access to her mouth. Her back arched, pressing the rounded curves of her bottom against his cock and thrusting her breasts out.
Kawan kept one hand on her stomach, dragging the other hand up her body, over the swell of her breasts, to curve his fingers around her throat. She whimpered at the touch, shuddering, and he could practically feel her melt against him with the intense sexual heat flaring to life inside of her. His cock throbbed as he deepened the kiss, tasting her, seducing her, feeling her instinctive submission to his touch.
When he lifted his head again, her pupils were so dilated that she appeared almost dazed, her lips still parted as she panted for breath. Still holding her throat, Kawan stroked her soft skin with one finger. If she wasn’t so new to all of this, if this wasn’t her first night at Black Light, he’d be dragging her off to scene right now.
Unfortunately, he didn’t feel comfortable doing that. Yet.
He still needed to know more about her.
“So you like spanking books,” he said, keeping his voice low. Intimate. “What else happens in your books?”
Her little pink tongue flicked at her lips as she blinked, gathering herself enough to focus on answering him.
“Um, bondage,” she said, her voice soft, hesitant. She gestured around at the club. “Pretty much all of this.”
“Any specifics? Medical play?” He kept stroking her throat with that one finger, holding her gently but firmly with the rest of his hand. The slow movement was soothing, hypnotic. She was still blushing, but she wasn’t tense. Her eyelashes fluttered, closing.
“Um, I’ve read some,” she admitted. Her head tilted back, resting against his shoulder.
“Pet play?” Not his usual kink but he sometimes enjoyed playing with a kitty-girl.
“Yes.” She giggled, adding shyly, “I don’t think it’s my kink though.”
“Daddy Dom?” he asked, careful to ask with the same inflection he had used for his previous questions. Especially with a submissive, he didn’t want to accidentally influence her answer. There were plenty of age play books out there though, and he wanted to know if she’d come across any of them.
To his delight, her blush darkened, and another little shiver went down her spine.
“Yes.” She dragged her teeth across her lower lip, shifting her weight again. “Um, I’ve read a few.”
That was said in a completely different tone than she’d used for her first answer.
“Only a few?” He slid his finger up under her chin, holding her in place against his shoulder. He deepened his voice, letting his Daddy Dom out to sternly demand the truth. “Answer truthfully, Melody, unless you want to find out what happens to naughty little girls.”
Her breath caught in her throat as a shudder wracked her body, her fingers clutching at the arm across her stomach. Fear, lust, eagerness, all flickered across her face.
Maybe she did want to find out what happens to naughty girls.
