Page 6 of Jurassic Submissive

“I love it,” he kissed her cheek. “It’s perfect.”

Then he dropped his hands from her waist.

“Strip.” Patrick commanded.

Bianca, still with her back to him, did not turn around. She knew better than that. Patrick had asked her to take off her clothes. He didn’t ask for a striptease. He didn’t ask to watch. She would give him exactly what he commanded: nothing more, nothing less.

She unlaced her corset and let it fall to the floor. Her breasts were heavy and full, but she knew he would love them. Even though she was curvier than many of the dinosaur women, she didn’t mind. She knew Patrick wouldn’t either, if he was anything like Joseph. Joseph swore that all dinosaurs liked their women with a little bit of meat on them.

Bianca kicked her shoes off and unzipped her jeans, wiggling out of them and depositing them on top of the corset. She stood before him in just her panties, but soon those, too, joined the rest of her clothing. She heard Patrick’s breathing deepen and she wondered if he noticed hers doing the same. There were goose bumps covering her skin and she shivered, slightly, in the darkness.

“Oh, my sweet human,” he murmured. “You truly are a gift.” He moved up behind her and traced a finger down her spine. She arched her back into him and he laughed. “You like that, pet?”

“Oh yes, Sir,” she said breathily.

When he reached her ass, he stroked each round, pink globe before smacking her several times. Bianca did not cry out. She didn’t make a single noise. If Patrick was surprised, he said nothing as he continued spanking her slowly. He wasn’t gentle on her, by any means, but he did take his time. When he was done spanking her, he rubbed her ass slowly, then slid a finger between her legs.

“You’re wet,” he said. “Did you enjoy your spanking?”

Bianca nodded, but quickly felt her head being jerked back. Patrick fisted her hair and yanked her head toward him

“Answer me,” he said.

“Yes, Sir,” she said quickly. Shit. She was more out of practice than she thought. “I enjoyed my spanking.”

“Would you like another spanking?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Ask me to spank you.”

She bit her lip. This was what she missed. This banter. This playfulness. This commanding atmosphere. He would make her beg until she cried and then she’d beg him some more.

“Please, Sir, will you spank me?”

“No. Beg me to spank you.”

“Sir,” Bianca heard her voice grow whiny and needy. “Please, please spank me. Will you spank me, please? I need it. I need you to spank me, Sir, please.”

“Very well,” Patrick said casually. “Choose how you would like to be spanked.”

At this, Bianca turned around and Patrick saw her breasts for the first time. He sucked in his breath sharply at her gorgeous, round tits and her silky, shaved pussy. She knew from the look in his eyes that neither one of them would last long tonight.

“I would like to be spanked over your knee, please,” she said. “With a paddle, Sir,” she added quickly.

Patrick nodded and walked over to his wardrobe. He pulled out a small paddle and headed to a large chair that sat in the corner.

“Come,” he commanded, and Bianca started to walk over. “No,” he stopped her. “Crawl to me, little pet.”

She didn’t hesitate.

She dropped to her knees and crawled to him, slowly, taking her time. She wiggled her ass as she crawled, loving the way she was completely giving herself to him. She was already soaking wet and they had barely started.

Bianca wondered what would have happened if Hank hadn’t tried to hurt her tonight. Would she and Patrick have ever discovered their mutual need? Would they have ever connected? She hated thinking that there was a chance this might not have happened. She pushed the thought from her mind and focused on crawling. When she reached Patrick’s legs, she knelt in front of him, keeping her eyes down.

“You look like you have a lot on your mind, pet,” he said.

“Yes, Sir,” Bianca told him. “I just…” She hesitated. Should she tell him how she was feeling? She knew trust and open communication was key. They hadn’t talked about much before agreeing to come upstairs. They were both so eager and needy they had hurried to the bedroom. Was Patrick the type of Dom she could confide in? Was he the type of Dom who would stop a scene if she needed a moment to process what was happening?

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