Page 52 of Forever Finds Us
In fact, I wanted to slap them out of her.
Standing, I positioned myself on one side of her body. She hadn’t spoken since I began strapping her up in black leather, and she was quiet now, but her breathing had quickened, so I explained all the things I wanted to do to her.
“You lied to me, Roxanne,” I said, my voice almost a whisper because I was so fucking turned on, I could barely control it. “You’ve earned my punishment. Do you consent?”
A pulse of air rushed out of her mouth, and riding it was the “Yes” I wanted.
“Good. Remember your safe word?”
“Basketball,” she breathed into her duvet.
“Good girl. Don’t forget. I’m gonna slap your beautiful ass twice for each lie you told.”
She nodded silently, her forehead hitting the mattress eagerly. God, this woman! She wanted whatever I had to give, even though I had no way to explain to her why I wanted to punish and restrain her.
I just… needed it.
I licked my lips and dug my teeth into the wet skin, watching her from behind as she began to tremble.
“Are you afraid, Roxanne?”
She stilled. “No, sir.”
Goddamn, my heart beat so fast. My chest heaved. The trust she gave me was intoxicating.
Lifting my arm, I tightened my muscles, wanting to hit her hard enough to see my handprint flare on her skin, but I didn’t want to hurt her. Not too much. Not so much that she’d make me stop. I’d lose my mind if she did and beg on my knees to fuck her.
She pressed her ass back and higher in the air, inviting me to smack it, so I did. I brought my hand down hard, watching her skin ripple and react to the sudden pressure.
She moaned, and my whole body hardened. Pleasure shot through me like a drug.
The second time was even better; she spread her legs wider, and I caught a glistening glimpse of her pussy and the arousal now rimming it.
My hand rubbed circles over her skin, smoothing the redness away. “That’s one lie punished.”
She nodded and wiggled her ass a little, seeking pressure, so I pressed against her, the fly of my jeans soaking up her wetness and rubbing her roughly. She moaned and pushed harder against me, trying to ride the hard ridge of my cock beneath the denim.
She pulled at her restraints, and I smiled when they left her frustrated.
“You wanna touch yourself right now, don’t you, Roxanne? Rub your tight clit round and round and get off?”
“Yes, sir.”
I slapped her ass again, harder this time but on the other cheek, and she tensed and surged against the mattress.
“Would you like me to finger fuck you? Slide one inside your wet pussy? You’re practically drippin’ for me now.”
“Yes. Please.”
“Have you earned it yet, Roxanne?”
She whimpered and shook her head, her face rasping against her bedcovers. “No, sir.”
My hand cut through the air again, but when it made contact, my ring and pinkie finger slapped her cunt. She gasped and groaned, and a flash of heat pulsed off her skin.
Fuck.
“Did you like that, beauty? You liked what I gave you?” I asked, my rough, calloused hands molding over and caressing the soft, round mounds of her ass.
