Page 54 of Beneath the Scars
I created my list of fantasies out of the limited knowledge I have about the BDSM world. Michael’s experience far surpasses mine, which means the options are endless. I’m practically vibrating out of my skin with anticipation.
I gasp when Michael picks me up bridal-style. My legs are over one arm, while the other is banded around my back. Before I can worry about being dropped, I’m placed on the bed. The thought of being uncomfortable on my back has barely passed through my head when Michael turns me over onto my stomach.
The slick sheets are cool under my heated skin. Not being able to see anything is heightening every other sensation in my body. I’m breathing hard, trying to listen for any hint of what Michael’s planning.
I jump when his hands slide up the outside of my thighs.His deep chuckle rumbles through the air, making it clear he’s enjoying this far too much.
One of his arms goes under my hips, and then he lifts me to slide a cushion between me and the bed. My ass is officially on display for him. It’s taking all my concentration not to ask what he’s planning. The anticipation is almost too much.
But I have no doubt it will end with an explosive release.
The bed dips as Michael settles behind me. He palms the flesh of my ass, spreading me apart to see all of me.
“Still green?” he asks, pressing kisses to my hips and lower spine.
“Yes, Sir.”
He bites my ass cheek, making me jump. The jerk laughs at me, but I can’t stop my lips from tipping up in amusement too.
The smack comes out of the blue, the sting blooming across the skin where my thigh and ass meet. Michael rubs at my abused flesh, soothing me before another smack lands in the exact same place, but on the other side.
Somehow, with every blow, the pain sends a bolt of pleasure straight to my clit. It’s as if he’s rubbing me there instead of spanking me. I had no clue it would feel like this. It’s simultaneously making my head foggy and electrifying me.
My arousal is dripping down my thighs, and just when I don’t think I can take any more, Michael grips the outside of my thighs and licks me from clit to ass. He uses his thumbs to spread my lips, giving him full access.
One swipe of his tongue has my hips grinding against his face, begging for more. Then he sucks my clit into his mouth, and I detonate. Michael groans against my flesh, prolonging the orgasm until I deflate into the mattress.
“I’m not even close to done with you yet,” he growls.
My restraints get released, allowing my aching shoulders areprieve, but I don’t have time to focus on it. Michael slams his cock inside me without warning.
I cry out at the invasion, gripping the sheets to keep me grounded. The way his hips are pushing against my bruised ass has a second orgasm building quickly.
My nipples are rubbing against the sheets, and Michael reaches around me to strum my clit. The stimulation across my entire body is overwhelming.
Before I’m prepared, I come again. It’s just as intense as the first orgasm, and tears leak out of my eyes to help me cope.
Michael pulls away from me, and I gasp at how bereft I feel.
He flips me over, moving the cushion out of my way before I can think too hard about it. My hips braced against his strong thighs, his knees pressing against my back. He keeps my legs spread to an obscene degree, and I’m grateful the blindfold keeps me from seeing what I look like.
The buzz of a vibrator fills the room. My hips lift in anticipation.
You’d think after two powerful orgasms, I’d be satiated, but apparently not.
Michael teases my pussy lips with the small vibrator, allowing me to get used to the gentle vibrations before he slides it up against my clit. I still gasp. Everything is extra sensitive now, and he has to use his free hand to hold me down.
“I want two more from you before we’re done, Adalaide.”
“Two?” I cry out.
“Two. I know you can do it. Show me what a good girl you can be.”
My desire to please him outweighs my protest. He feels my acquiescence and begins to use the vibrator in earnest. It’s on a low setting, but the stimulation is enough to get me close. I start to doubt my ability to come again when Michael thrustshis fingers into my pussy. That extra bit was all I needed to fall over the edge for the third time.
He keeps the vibrator against my clit as he lowers me to the mattress. Then his cock is pressing against my entrance again. This time, his thrusts are deep and forceful instead of hard and fast. I clench around him with every slide into my body.
He kicks up the intensity on the vibrator, and instead of doubting, I let everything go. Michael knows my body better than I even do, and I trust him.
