Page 18 of Trusting Laurence
“Okay? The blindfold isn’t too tight?”
“No, Sir. It’s fine.”
“Very well. You’ll count again. Another ten. And remember, no coming.”
“As it pleases you, Sir.”
“Here we go. Ready?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Without another word, Larry swung his arm and watched with satisfaction as Ginger’s ass cheeks jiggled under the strike of the paddle.
“One.”
Whomp. The paddle landed on the opposite side.
“Two.” She groaned long and low in her throat.
Ginger continued to count out the smacks, her voice becoming progressively hoarser as they neared the last one. Her state of euphoria was palpable. Eyes completely glazed over with passion. Her legs trembled violently. Before she could collapse, he lowered her gently to the floor within the cradle of his arms, smoothed a hand over her hair.
When she’d come back down sufficiently, Larry lay her down and stood. He collected the crop and flogger from the small table he’d left them on and put them in his bag along with the paddle. He picked it up and slung the bag crosswise across his body before returning to Ginger. Then he bent to pick the young woman up from where she rested.
Larry was so hard he feared he might bust the zipper on his pants. As he held the slight weight of Ginger in his arms, his erection pressed into her hip, demanding attention. He made his way to the nearest empty privacy room, set her on her feet, and closed the door behind them.
“Onto the bench, little one.”
Ginger made her way over to the bench, while Larry went to put his bag down on a table on the opposite side of the room. Removing his boots, he left them beside the bag. He turned around in time to watch as she gracefully draped herself face down on the padded bondage bench. By this time, his cock was throbbing from being confined, and he had to bite back a groan of relief as he eased the zipper down, stepping out of his pants. He made short work of sheathing himself, eager to sink into Ginger’s wet heat.
Gently, Larry wrapped the long golden braid around his wrist, tilting Ginger’s head back. His kiss deep, he plundered the warm depths of her mouth, and he eased himself into her in a single glide.
As he powered in and out of her, he placed open-mouthed kisses up and down her back, then sank his teeth into the fleshy part of her shoulder. He felt a shudder roll through Ginger’s body in response.
“Oh god, please, Sir.”
“Do you need to come?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Hang on just a little longer. We’re almost there.”
Larry could smell the scent of her arousal and felt his balls tighten. Gritting his teeth in an attempt to make it last, he felt the tell-tale tingle start low in his spine. He fought to stave off the orgasm he felt looming.Just a little longer. It had been so long since he’d lost himself in the warmth of a woman, he wanted to savor the moment.
When he could hold out no more, he leaned over and whispered in Ginger’s ear, “Come for me. Let me hear you.”
He latched his teeth onto the delicate shell of her ear. With a wail of release, she let go and came all over his cock. Her inner muscles gripped him like a vice as her orgasm washed over her, milking him for all he was worth. His own orgasm left him spent and replete.
For a moment, he leaned his torso over her and rested against her back to catch his breath.
“Okay, little one?”
Ginger nodded, still breathing heavily. He eased out of her, disposing of the condom, and pulled his pants on before he went over to his bag. Quickly stowing his gear, he returned to help her up.
Larry settled in a nearby chair, cradling Ginger in his arms. Completely drained, she lay her head on his shoulder, eyes closed. He pulled a soft blanket over them both before offering her a sip of water from the bottle he’d taken from his bag. Then he cared for the little sub as was his duty and his privilege, feeling at peace for the first time in a long while.
When Ginger was finally ready, he placed her gently on her feet and stood himself.
“Thank you, Sir.” Ginger placed the softest of kisses on his lips.
