“It might be easier if you didn’t have your finger up my ass.”
He smacked her left cheek with the hand he’d had on her pussy.“Your choice.A spanking?Or I can play with you so that you enjoy the anal more.”
“Sorry,” she said, unrepentant.
“Then we’re agreed.A spanking it is.”
“No!”
He brought down his hand hard on her flank as he drew out his finger and plunged it in again, twisting, prying apart that reluctant muscle.
Being spanked while being anally finger-fucked was the most overwhelming thing she’d ever experienced.She whimpered and cried and begged him not to stop.
Abruptly he did.
She collapsed on the arm of the couch, shuddering.
“You were about to come from anal,” he said.“Tell me again how bad you hate it.”
Sweat drenched her, along with the shock waves from his repeated denial.“You’re a beast, Cade Donovan.”
“I’m still getting started.Back into position.”
“Can I have a moment?”
She heard a terrible scraping noise, and she realized he’d moved aside the steamer trunk.Since she was blindfolded, she had to guess what he was doing, and he’d either crouched next to her or he was bent over, since he spoke directly into her ear.
“You’re so much more than I could have hoped.Tell me yellow and I’ll remove the blindfold.”
She shook her head.“I don’t want you to stop or change it up.I just need to catch my breath.”
“There’s no shame in saying it.”
How could she make him understand?If she looked around, at him, the moment wouldn’t be as intense.“I don’t want to go backward from here.”
He trailed his fingers down her spine and the tension began to ease.Then he surprised her more by wiping her with a cool, damp cloth.He even lifted her hair to soothe her neck before blotting her forehead.
As he continued, she unclenched her feelings and allowed her body to elongate.“I’m not sure how much I like orgasm denial.”It felt as if tiny needles were pricking her.
“When I let you come, it will be all the more powerful.And you’ll do it with my cock buried in your cunt.”
She shivered.
“Let me know when you’re ready.”
“I am.”She spread her legs and adjusted her weight.
“That’s my perfect little submissive.”
His submissive.The words seemed to bounce around in her head and she gripped the seat cushion.
She could never be Cade’s submissive.He’d said he played with women at clubs, that he’d never had a sub of his own, and she knew that was because he hadn’t wanted one.Women would line up for the opportunity to be with a man like him.
But for now, he’d chosen her.For now, that was enough.
“You liked the spanking,” he said.
“Yes.”
