And I wasn’t certain I’d mind.
He twisted his fingers, shifting the angle and that was all I could take, a blinding and breathtaking orgasm shooting through me.
“Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.” Both my palms were planted on the counter, fighting to move.
To breathe.
But I was loving every second of what he was doing to my body.
Even before my body began to come down from the high, he was pushing my legs further apart. The spoon suddenly appeared in his hand.
Another twirl.
Another single crack on my bottom before he smacked my pussy lips.
The pain was ripe and raw, so much so I was stunned into utter silence.
He rubbed his fingers across my sensitive tissue, even driving them inside while my pussy was still convulsing. He wasn’t ready to stop tormenting me, issuing another smack across my pussy. The repeat nearly threw me into a whiteout, the heat blinding.
I realized I was bucking against the spoon even as he slipped the handle into my tight channel. I was momentarily shocked, incapable of moving.
“Relax. I have no intention of hurting you.”
With every slide of the wood, I gyrated my hips, my pulse skyrocketing. I’d never felt anything like this before, shocked that my body seemed to crave what he was doing.
He continued to shake things up, shifting from the brutal crack against my tender tissue to the rush as my muscles clamped around the thin handle.
I was bucking in rhythm, finally able to push up from the counter as soon as he’d released his hold. There was nothing so sweet, so satisfying as the combination of pain and pleasure.
Just as I thought I was ready to let go again, I suddenly felt his hot, wet lips on my pussy lips, his tongue replacing the wooden implement. As soon as he drove his tongue inside, that was it. There was no chance of holding back another even more powerful orgasm.
“Yes. Yes… Oh, my God.”
Time had no meaning as the wave shifted, ebbing so slowly I remained lost in the sweet fog. With my face pressed against the counter, all I could do was to count my breaths.
The sweet peace was interrupted by a noise I hadn’t heard before.
He tossed the spoon on the counter and I knew instantly that something was wrong.
By the time I had my feet on the floor, his face was completely different than before, showing signs of rage.
“What’s wrong?”
“We’re being watched.” He threw a look toward the windows. “And I don’t like it one bit. I’ll be right back. Do not go anywhere.”
“Oh, no, you don’t, Kendrick. We are in this together whether you like it or not.” I was determined to discover what he was referring to.
His grimace was as dark as his mood had just turned. With an irritated hiss, he headed to the control room, moving toward the bank of security monitors.
We both stood in front of them. Finally, I noticed movement. “There.”
His exhale was long and even. “Fuck. At least now we know we’re being checked.”
“Maybe a good thing.”
While there was no way of seeing what we were dealing with, it was obvious whoever the visitor was standing off to the side at the back of the house.
With a clear view of the majority of windows. “Fuck the asshole. I’m fucking sick and tired of waiting and playing games.”
