He nodded. “You still need to be punished, though.”
The pulse along her neck picked up and she licked her lips. “Yes, sir. Of course.”
Oh, she was good.
But he couldn’t lose his cool. Gruffly, he murmured, “Safe words.”
He waited until she nodded.
“Stopwill make me stop.Slowwill make me ease up. Andmore,well, that speaks for itself. Do you understand?”
She nodded again.
He narrowed his eyes at her. “What was that?”
She fought to stow another smile. “Yes,sir.”
“Good. Now suck my cock, you dirty little thing. You got me all riled up earlier with nowhere to finish. On your knees.” He began to unzip his jeans.
She dropped to the floor in front of him, bringing him out of his boxers and licking her lips as he continued to grow in her palm. Her plump lips encircled the crown, and then she immediately took him to the back of her throat, letting him bottom out until sexy tears sprung out at the corner of her eyes. He pulled her hat off, chucked it across the room and fisted her braid. She took all of him. Only she could satisfy him.
He was close in seconds, but he didn’t want to finish this way. He needed to be deeper inside her. Using her braid, he pulled Krista’s mouth off him with a wetpopand helped her to her feet, angling her over the brown leather ottoman he’d placed in front of the fire. Without any further ado, he impaled her. Two quick, growl-fueled pumps and he was coming, biting her shoulder blade as he dug his fingers into her hips, claiming her, marking her.
His.
She was his.
When he was finished, he stood up and tucked himself back into his jeans. A firm hand on her back told her he wanted her to stay there. He reached to the mantle and grabbed his weapon of choice.
“Do you know what this is?” he asked, circling in front of her.
“A flogger,sir.”
“And how do you feel about it?”
Her legs trembled as she looked up at him from her willing but also vulnerableposition on the ottoman “More,sir.Please.”
“Good. How many spanks do you think your little ‘public display of affection’ has earned you this evening?” he asked, bending down until his mouth was right down next to her ear. He reached below her and inside her shirt, fishing out a nipple. He tugged hard enough to earn that delicate little squeak.
Chuckling softly and removing his fingers from her breast, he stood up and circled around behind her, lightly dragging the flogger across her exposed flesh.
Her ribs expanded and released quickly. She was panting. “H-however many mysirthinks I deserve.”
He grinned. “Good answer. Well, I think you’ve earned twelve.”
“Yes,sir.”
“If you want me to stop at any time, just say ‘Stop.’ ”
“Yes,sir.”
He decided to ease her into it. The first one came sweet and innocent and light against her back. Like a gentle tap with a sting at the end. Krista twitched slightly on the ottoman and her breathing quickened.
The next few flogs were a little harder and faster, landing closer to her butt. He couldn’t wait to flip up that slutty little skirt and get her ass good and pink, watch her pussy drip down her inner thighs as he made her wetter and wetter with each flog.
“You okay?” he asked. She’d been surprisingly quiet. Barely an inhale of breath or a squeak.
“More,” she breathed. “More.”
