“You will practice your piano like a good girl,” he said, “or else you’ll be spanked like a bad girl.”
“Spanking? Are youserious?”
“Do you want to use your safe word?”
“Oh,hell,no. I know that game. If I say ‘invisible,’ you will totally stop, and I’ll be wound up like this all night long. You arenotgoing to trick me into doing that again.”
He strokedher, on her folds and then in between, until she was panting for him to let her come, and then he spanked her again.
A bright bolt of pain shot up her ass. “All right, all right! I’ll practice!”
“That’s a good girl. I must say, I like your ass all pink and sore like that.” He smoothed his hand over her stinging skin. “It makes me want to take you right now, but I’m a patient man. You’ll haveto wait until tonight.”
“Tonight? I have to waitall day?”
Crack!“Okay! I’ll practice!”
When he let her up, his eyes were sharp with lust. “Now stand and practice the piano so I can run my hands over that sore, hurting ass of yours.”
He had teased her all day—sitting her on his lap and sucking her breasts until she was moaning or laying her on top of her baby grand piano and eating her outuntil she’d been crying from need—and when she complained, he’d spanked her again.
That night, he’d stroked and mouthed and caressed her more, denying her when she pleaded with him, until he slowly pushed himself into her ass. He stroked her slowly until the pressure and pleasure overwhelmed her, and she’d come so hard that she’d lost her mind, begging him to pound her harder.
After that, herass had been as sensitive as her core, and he’d been able to make her come any way he’d felt like.
High in the Stratosphere hotel, with his hardness cramming into her ass, the burn turned into pleasure. Dieter gripped her shoulders and pressed himself inside her, stroking slowly in and out while she got used to it again. She bowed her head as he took her, pushing backward to meet him.
With hishands on her shoulders and his staff in her ass like that, she felt so small, like he was everything to her and she was a toy to be used.
Or a doll to be held.
Or a pet to be protected.
She groaned and pushed back harder, feeling the hard pleasure of him grinding into her until the fire burned up her spine to her skull, annihilating her.
Through the pulses of insanity, she heard Dieter’s shout.His fingers dug into her shoulders as he came, bucking his hips and shooting deep inside her body.
He gathered her in his arms and laid her on the bed, wrapping his arms around her.
Between his lovemaking, bites, his mouth sucking on her, and his fingers grabbing her, her skin was sore all over. She was sticky from his sweat and hers. If someone had powdered her, his fingerprints would havelooked like lacework over every inch of her skin.
Every ache and scrape felt divine. His touch and his scent and his skin enveloped her.
Dieter whispered, “Remember, every inch of you is mine. All your fears are mine to deal with. You belong to me, now.”
She curled closer, breathing in the musk of his sweat and sex and the warm scent of cinnamon. Under her fingers, his smooth skin skimmed overhis hard, thick muscles.
Somewhere in the back of her head, dark tendrils wove through her thoughts. Some of them were images of Pierre’s hand around her wrist or the clench of his fingers on the back of her neck. She blinked to forestall a wince.
Dieter’s arms firmed around her, holding her to his chest. “I mean it.”
She breathed, blowing through it.
She wanted Pierre out of her life andout of her head. Dieter had washed her body clean with his, covering her in his scent and touch.
Her mind was the last place that had to expel Pierre. “What if I can’t?”
He grinned, even though he was still breathing fast. “Then next week, we’ll do the bungee SkyJump.”
