“Well done,” he said.
She held on to his words through the next few, even as she twitched, not just from the spanks but also the insistent dance inside her pussy.
“How many more?”
“I have no idea,” she said.Then hopefully she added, “As many as you say.”
“Youhavebeen reading.Two.And I will enjoy it.Your ass is so red, hot to the touch.”
Mixing it up again, he seared her right cheek.
She yelped, and he delivered the last spank in a blaze of pain.
Before she finished reacting, he’d taken hold of the vibrator’s shaft and said, “Spread your legs.”
He angled a foot between hers and nudged her right ankle to the side.
While she struggled to comply, he reached up to tug on the clamps.
She moaned through gritted teeth, then he teased her clit.The sensations collided and crashed over her.
Instinctively she thrust her hips back.He pressed against her, and she felt his erection.The realization that Nathan Donovan was hard for her did crazy things to her equilibrium.She’d never been hungrier for a man’s possession.
The image of a silver spiral consumed her mind.
“Come for me.”He pressed on her clit and turned up the dial on the vibrator.
The increase in speed made her cunt clench.
Her legs weakened, but he was behind her, supporting her.His strength took her weight.Desperately crying out his name, she came.
Her body convulsed, and he spoke softly against her ear in approving tones, helping her to ride the crest even longer.
Nathan turned off the vibrator and continued to hold her until her chest stopped heaving and she was aware of him cradling her body.
“Are you back?”he asked.
She slowly, slowly exhaled, her legs feeling heavy.At some point, without being aware of it, she’d unlinked her hands and she was gripping his wrists.
“I want to take off the clips.But first I’m going to remove the vibrator.”
“As long as you promise to put it back at some point.”
“That’s the spirit,” he said as he grasped it and pulled.
It slid out with a slight pop.For some reason, having him remove it seemed potently intimate.
He tossed the toy onto the bed then helped her to stand, and once he’d made sure she was steady, he said, “You won’t have bruises, but this mark”—he pressed his hand into her buttock—“will be there at least until you go to bed.”
She couldn’t believe that by tomorrow she would have no visible signs of that painful a spanking.
Nathan turned her to face him.“It’s going to hurt when the blood flows back into your nipples.”
“I’m ready.”
He slowly removed the first.
“Crapballs.”She’d never experienced that kind of pain from the clothespins.
