A big, satisfied smile stretched across his face. Fuck, she was perfect.
He got down to business.
Hard smacks landed across each cheek and the backs of her thighs until her whole body trunk region was bright red and screaming at him for more.
“Your skin is so beautiful,” he murmured, his fingers tracing the curve of where her leg met her buttocks. “Pink and soft … and … mine.”
She was his.
His.
“How are you feeling?”
A sob caught in her throat. “M-more,sir …please.”
“Thenmoreyou shall have.”
And more he gave her. Flog after flog came down, and with each one Brock felt his brain slipping into a euphoric state of bliss. The redder her ass got, the slicker her pussy lips became, the more entranced he grew. His cock was already rock-hard again in his jeans and aching to be let free, but a part of him was enjoying the torture. Krista was being punished, then so could he be … just a little.
“Sir,” came a faint whisper. “Sir?”
Brock shook his head, clearing his mind and halting his efforts. “Yes?”
“Fuck me … please.”
Well, she didn’t have to ask him twice.
He’d lost count of how many flogs he’d done. All he knew was that his dick was raging, and he’d never seen anything more beautiful than Krista’s bright pink ass and dripping pussy. Within seconds he was back inside her, taking her at his will.
Taking her.
Because she was his.
Inch by luscious inch, he took her with a deliberation she felt in every nerve, every cell. A faint growl behind Krista had her craning her neck to look. Brock, a big beautiful force inside of her, was taking what he wanted, what he needed and giving her so much in return. The entire evening had been perfect, from his adorable pickup at the front door down to the sexy cop outfit and flogger. The man thought of everything.
Her ass and back burned with a slow, decadent sting as Brock’s skin slappedagainst her with each primal thrust. She’d be feeling those flogs tomorrow. For sure.
His hand wrapped around beneath her, and he cupped her breast roughly, taking a nipple between his finger and thumb and tugging it until her breath hitched and her pussy clenched around his length.
She felt the orgasm. It was slow to ascend and sweet and beautiful in its release. A decadent crescendo that took her almost by surprise. His pounding was so raw and rough that for something so sweet and beautiful to come of it nearly brought a tear to her eye.
Just as that orgasm ended, a bigger, more intense one took its place, shocking her system and making her whole body explode into a million little pieces. Her eyes flew open, as if looking for those pieces so she could collect them later, but it was impossible. And Brock held the biggest piece of all—her heart.
She panted and whimpered as the waves of the climax crashed into her. Her body bowed and flexed as the sensations flew through her. Tremors—big and small—cascaded inside her, catching on his shaft. She pressed back into him, desperate for more of his length, for more of the burn from his thigh hair rubbing against her flogged skin. She wanted more of everything.
More of Brock.
A harsh grunt was followed by sudden stillness. He jerked behind her, sighing with his release. She squeezed her muscles around him, wanting every drop he had to give her. Because as much as she was his, he was also hers. And she wanted all of him.
It could have been seconds, or it could have been hours, but eventually Krista felt herself being pulled off the ottoman and Brock was wrapping her up in a buttery-soft blanket. All she could do was hum. Folding her against him in the big chair in front of the fire, he kissed her temple and asked her if she was okay.
She wasn’t sure if she responded. Maybe a moan or a whine of some kind, but definitely not any words. Krista was deep in la-la land and fully content staying there for a while. That last orgasm had rocked her world and then some.
He chuckled against her ear. “That’s enough for tonight. Here, drink some water.” He pressed a cool glass to her lips. She chugged it greedily, her eyes closing as her head lolled against his chest.
“Wh-where’d you learn to do that?” she mumbled, still not bothering to open her eyes. “Are you a secret Dom?”
He chuckled again. “I’ve been doing some reading. You seem interested in this kind of thing, and I certainly don’t dislike it, so I wanted to do something to surprise you. Besides, you know me, I’m most relaxed, most myself when I’m in control. We should go and get you some chocolate.” She smiled against his warm chest.Yes, shewasgetting to know him. And what she knew so far, she loved.
