Pain made her arch off the bed.She tried to sit up, but he held her down with a hand on her chest.
“Kelsey,” he cautioned softly, reassuring her.“You can do this.”
“You’ve got way more confidence in me than I do.”
“It’s already been thirty seconds for the first.You’ve endured it.Look at yourself.You’re beautiful.See yourself as I do.”
She lifted her head to glance at her breasts.“Nope.Don’t see it.”
“You will when I get you a set of metal ones.”He offered his hand.“Back into position.You still have twelve spanks coming.”
“What?”
“I told you if you didn’t hold the vibrator in place until we were finished, we would start over.”
From his expression and his tone, she knew he meant what he said.He arched an eyebrow, signaling her to move.
Reluctantly she slid her hand into his.This time, she wasn’t just aware of their size difference and his strength.She was ridiculously conscious of the fact he’d touched her intimately and that he’d blazed her ass with his palm.
Once she was standing, he said, “Back into position.Legs apart.”
The addition of the clips made her movements slower than usual.
She was aware of him going into the bathroom and rinsing off the vibrator, which likely meant he was going to use it on her again.With her current level of arousal, she wasn’t certain she could take much more.“I’m not sure about this,” she admitted when he returned and pressed the tip to her pussy.
“No?”He sounded unconcerned.
He began to slide it in and out by slow measures, going deeper with each stroke.It only took a few seconds for the toy to be completely seated inside her.Then he turned the evil little thing on.
She jerked.“Nathan!”
“Close your legs.”His voice was a soothing contrast to her high-pitched protest.
His touch unbearably gentle, he stroked her spine.
The feel of him settled her, despite the persistent buzzing in her pussy.
“How many spanks?”he asked.
Already, she was having a difficult time thinking.An orgasm was building again.
“Kelsey?”
“Twelve, Sir.”
He landed the first on her right ass cheek, bringing pain back to the area.
She scooted away from him, but that made the wiggling inside her seem more pronounced.
“If you drop it—”
“I won’t.”No matter what, she’d keep the damn thing where it was.She couldn’t start over again.Couldn’t.
He didn’t spank her again, and she finally, impatiently said, “I’m ready.”
The blasted man took his time, layering the next few barely on top of one another.
“I love the sight of my handprint on your ass,” he said, voice gruff.
