“Bend forward,” he orders, and I brace my hands on the mattress.
The first strike lands squarely on my arse. It stings like hell, and the jolt of pure arousal that ricochets through my pelvis shocks me. I gasp, half in surprise, half in pleasure.
“That’s the paddle,” he says evenly. “What do you think?”
“More,” I whisper, before I can think better of it.
He obliges with another measured swat, then smooths a hand over the heated skin. The ache blooms warm and heady, feeding straight into the arousal already spiralling in my abdomen.
He holds out a hand and pulls me to stand, grabbing my neck and kissing me hard. The paddle clatters to the floor as he devours me, hands threading through my hair, his tongue fighting mine for dominance.
“I need you. Now.” He’s panting as he steps back, stripping off his belt and trousers and jerking his white shirt over his head. I’m only too happy to oblige as I climb onto the bed and wait for him on all fours, practically salivating with the need to feel him inside me.
He kneels on the bed behind me and takes a moment to put a condom on before I feel him nudging at my entrance. I’m just about to push back onto him when he lands a loud smack onto my left arse cheek, and I cry out in shock as the stinging pain increases my arousal. Just as he lands a matching smack on my other cheek, he thrusts inside me and I moan at the fullness as he pauses to let me adjust.
“I can’t be gentle, sweetheart. I’m half feral for you tonight. Is that ok?” he says, gathering my hair in a fist.
“Do your worst,” I reply and he starts fucking me hard, pulling on my hair for leverage. My body is alive with the mix of sensations and it’s all I can do to ride out the pummelling that he’s giving me.
It’s exquisite pleasure and pain all shaken up and though I sense I’ll be sore tomorrow, I’d have to kill him if he stopped. Icould die from the intensity of this feeling as we collide and my orgasm starts to build.
He murmurs sounds of praise as he fucks me mercilessly, then sensing that I’m close, he reaches round and full on pinches my clit. My body detonates, and I scream as Luke fucks me through my orgasm, coming just as I stop convulsing around his cock.
We both collapse on the bed, panting and sweaty, before he rolls off me to dispose of the condom. He scoops me up against him and starts kissing my neck, and I squirm with ticklishness.
“So that’s impact play,” I say, still breathless from the intensity of my orgasm.
“That’s the beginners class,” he confirms. “But you get the idea. Some people are true masochists and will get off on the pain alone but personally I like a healthy mix of both pleasure and pain in that sort of session.”
I murmur my agreement.
He rolls over onto his back, stretching out, and pulls me into him. My head fits perfectly into the nook between his chest and his shoulder and I nestle in as he wraps an arm around me.
“How did I do, Professor?” I say, with a sly smile.
“You’re the perfect student,” Luke replies, kissing the top of my head. “But I’d still like to see you after class.”
I grin and reach up to cup his jaw, tracing a line along his sharp cheekbone with my thumb. He looks down at me, gaze soft, and my heart stutters in my chest.
This is feeling less and less like a casual thing. And I have no idea how to talk to him about wanting more.
“What have you been assigned for Priya’s baby shower?” I ask, abruptly changing the subject, even though I know the answer. If Luke’s surprised, he doesn’t show it.
“Prosecco. I saw Chloe’s been given melon balls,” he adds with a laugh.
“Yes, apparently the baby shower is taking place in 1993,” I reply with an eye roll.
“I’m sure it will be a fun afternoon,” he muses, tucking a stray lock of hair back into place and nuzzling me gently. I feel a wave of pure contentment. He’sexcellentat aftercare.
“Are you though? Because I have to bring supplies for the game where they melt chocolate bars into nappies and make everyone guess what the bar used to be.”
Luke looks horrified and I choke a laugh into his chest hair. I inhale as I catch my breath and get hit with the full force of his delicious, masculine, fancy body wash scent. It’s definitely citrusy. Maybe bergamot?
“Christ,” he replies.
“Quite,” I agree.
There’s a comfortable silence while we lie in each other’s arms. He traces small circles on my upper arms and I feel so relaxed I could doze off. Which is probably frowned upon in a sex club.
