“Now, that was the name of my last album. You have been paying attention.”
He smacked my bottom three times as an answer. “I do keep up with my entertainers, so I know what I’m dealing with to develop a plan of how to handle them.”
“So you’ve planned this all along?”
In the reflection, I noticed him rubbing his jaw as if that’s exactly what he’d been thinking about. “Let’s just say I knewI was the only man who could handle such a troubled girl, providing her with exactly what she needed.” Maybe the foreplay was over because when he brought his hand down again, the strikes were much harder, catching me exactly on my sit spot.
I wiggled and moaned, shocked that the pain had slipped all the way to my toes. Panting, I pushed up from the table, part of me ready to beg him to stop. Even apologizing for some unknown bad behavior.
But the other part of me wanted more. Craved more. Why? Because my pussy was on fire, clenching every time his hand connected. My bottom was already aching and I had no doubt I’d feel the spanking in the morning. Maybe I just had very tender skin, but he wasn’t letting up. If this was supposed to be foreplay, he didn’t know when to stop.
I cinched my eyes shut, twisting back and forth on the table. My pussy was so wet I felt the juice on my inner thighs.
How was it possible that the pain felt so delicious? Even the sound as he spanked me was like a different type of music to my ears. After he’d issued at least ten more, I was panting like some wild dog, tingling to the point I couldn’t think clearly.
“I can tell how much you need a spanking,” he said gruffly.
“How?”
“Because your pussy is glistening.” Maybe to prove a point, he slipped his hand between my legs, cupping my mound and I almost lost it. Every nerve was on edge and the way he rubbed up and down was the most incredible moment of friction possible.
He even thrust two fingers inside, pumping a few times. But the joy and relief were short lived when he resumed the spanking. The pain was biting, but I was joyous, trembling from the rush of electricity.
“I think you’ve had enough. For now. But remember, little butterfly. I will be happy to give you what you need. Just ask.”
“I won’t.”
“Oh, you will.”
Why was it that his confidence thrilled me, pushing me to a different edge? Allowing me to be someone I wasn’t. Or perhaps he was giving me permission to be the woman I knew existed inside. As soon as the spanking was over, he flipped me over on the table once again, pushing me into the center.
“Open your legs for me, butterfly, and keep them there. I need to see your sweet pussy again.”
He rubbed his arms and I was momentarily caught in enjoying the view. The man was absolutely gorgeous in every way. Every tattoo. Every muscle. Strange how I wanted to lick the edges of the tattoos as if they each had a different taste.
Seeing a quick lift of a single eyebrow, I did as he’d commanded. Once I was fully exposed, he shook his head. Whatever he’d said in Russian this time I didn’t need to know. Just the sound of his voice was enough to seduce me.
Leaning over the table, he gathered my legs into his arms, splitting me even wider before burying his face into my pussy.
Almost instantly the shivers began all over again. He was no longer the tender man from before, now feasting as if this was his last meal. I kept my eyes locked on the reflection of myself, noticing that for the first time in as long as I could remember, the girl staring back at me was happy.
Maybe only for a little while, but right now that was enough.
The part that I’d held so tightly deep inside, the girl terrified to be herself for fear of what others would say if her music career started to slip. In the next few seconds, every piece of armor I’d placed so carefully around myself slowly began to fall.
As if Sasha had won in battle, defeating the enemy.
It was crazy what I was thinking, a ridiculous love song, but that’s the way I felt. With all the emotions that I’d stifled, all the anger I’d kept pent up, a man I barely knew and one far toomany people had told me to stay away from had found the right key to the rusted padlock.
The joyous feeling transcended everything else and the moment he thrust his fingers inside, my body reacted as if firecrackers had gone off. The orgasm swept through me so unexpectedly that when I opened my mouth, there was no sound. Nothing.
Not a whimper.
Not a moan.
Sasha kept me pulled wide open, growling as he continued the feast. I was shocked how sexy the sound was to me, yet everything he did was sensual as hell. I placed my fingers across my lips, trying to control my breathing, but all control was lost to me.
Especially since he refused to stop.
