“On your stomach, sub.”
She took her time climbing back onto the bench, swaying, moving her body into position with the grace of a ballerina.
“Teasing me, sub?”
She looked over her shoulder?“Me?”
He smacked her ass.
Her smile widened.
“I’ve created a sassy submissive.”
“And what are you going to do about it, Sir?”she asked.
“Fuck you as hard as you deserve.”He fingered her a few times, being sure she was wet for him.
“I’m ready,” she insisted.
“You are when I say you are.”Nathan teased her clit, stroking over it, pressing it, remembering the way she’d screamed when he dripped the wax on her.
Finally, when she was pushing her bottom back toward him, silently asking for more, he repositioned her, pulling her hips toward him.Her knees were near the edge, meaning she was precariously perched, dependent on him to keep her from falling.
It also led to deeper penetration, a greater feeling of possession.
The word was barely visible, but there were a few light marks from the flogger.
He began to ease into her, and she pulled away with a tiny moan of protest.
“It’s different with the plug,” he said soothingly.
“You’re telling me?”
“Give me a second,” he said.“Move forward.Put your knees on the bench.”Nathan left her long enough to squirt lube on his cock before going back to her.He went slowly, going in a fraction of an inch at a time then easing back out then, when he was all the way in, he pulled her hips back.
“God,” she whimpered.“This is so hot.So worth it.”
He fucked her hard then, deep, fast, filling her cunt, digging his fingers into her hipbones.
Kelsey responded in kind, thrusting her hips back to meet him, asking for more, telling him what she wanted.
Showing complete trust, she allowed him to take more of her weight, and he bent his knees to piston into her.He felt his orgasm build, but he wanted her to come first.“Give it to me,” he encouraged.
She shook her head, and her hair spilled riotously around her.Nathan gripped her tighter, and she moved one hand to her pussy to play with her clit.
The difference in her from when they’d started to play was startling.It was as if she’d decided to embrace her sexuality, abandoning embarrassment.He couldn’t be any prouder.
She began to jerk, and he ground his back teeth together to distract himself.
“Fuck me, Sir.”
“Happy to accommodate.”He lifted her slightly to gain greater leverage, and he pumped his hips faster.
She arched back, and he bit the tender flesh between her shoulder and neck.She screamed then, convulsing, shaking, calling his name.
Only after she’d come did he unleash his orgasm, and he ejaculated in hot, thready pumps that jolted him.
He held her for long seconds, hearing her breathless gasps, aware of the aerobic-like rise and fall of his chest.He maneuvered her back on the bench, making sure her body was supported before he withdrew his cock and pulled away.
