“You’ve thought about spanking me?”
He laughs at my surprised tone. “I’ve thought about doing everything with you, Van. There’s nothing you could think up that I haven’t already fantasized about.”
I’m intrigued, and I want to ask a lot of questions, but he’s already grabbing my hips and rolling me over. The bracelet slides down my wrist when I move, the slight weight of it still feeling foreign to me. It draws my eyes away from the fadingred marks from when I’d been cuffed. The delicate pattern of diamonds and sapphires instantly makes me think of Niki and it pushes aside the other memories that try to breach the surface.
As if sensing I need a distraction, he gives my ass a soft pat and then fills his hand with one of my cheeks. The deep, masculine groan he gives pushes aside the embarrassment I feel at having my ass on display.
“That counts as my first one, right?” I ask.
“Sure, baby,” he says. “I’ll give you that one. Plenty more to go.”
He lets go of me right before I hear him shedding his clothes. I stay on my stomach, enjoying the anticipation of not knowing what he’s going to do next. I’m nervous, but I’m also curious. I’m not into pain, but something tells me that’s not what this is going to be about. Niki would never get aroused by causing me pain. I trust him, so I’m not at all surprised when he grabs my ass again and says, “If you don’t like it, tell me, and I’ll stop, okay?”
“Okay.” I grip the bedding in my fists, waiting for the sharp smack of his large hand, but instead it’s his mouth I feel.
“God, I love your ass,” he groans as he gives me a soft bite and then kisses the sting away. “I’m fucking obsessed with it, Van.”
His mouth always drives me crazy, and it turns out the butt is far more of an erogenous zone than I thought it’d be. With his fingers curled around my hips, he takes his time, licking and kissing and sucking on both my cheeks until I’m fisting the sheets even tighter and slowly rocking up to meet his eager mouth.
I’m so lost to the way he’s dragging his tongue along my skin that I let out a surprised yelp when he brings his other hand down, spanking my left cheek hard enough to get my attention. My skin stings and burns, but then he moves and kisses what I’m guessing is a sizable red handprint on my ass.
The stinging fades, turning into a deep ache that I feel between my legs. His fingers graze my skin before dipping lower. The soft drag of his finger along my slit has me arching up even more as I moan into the bed.
“I think someone might like this,” he teases.
“You make everything feel good,” I tell him. “I don’t think there’s anything you could do to me that wouldn’t feel good.”
“Your faith in me is a huge turn-on,” he says. “Have I told you that?” His finger slowly starts to press inside and I immediately tighten down on him, wanting him deeper. “I love how your body responds to me.” He slides in some more. “I love that your pussy is always so fucking wet for me, and I love the way you wiggle and whimper and get impatient when you really want to come but I want to take my time.”
“Like right now?” I groan, rocking back and trying to get him deeper.
He lets out a soft laugh. “Exactly. My birthday girl is so eager to get fucked.”
I turn my head and try my best to glare. “Don’t forget I’m older than you. Doesn’t that mean you’re supposed to listen to me?”
His answer is another sharp smack to my ass.
“Ow,” I say, making his smile grow.
“Just for a couple of months,” he reminds me. “You’re too young to get grumpy, Van. You’re only twenty.” He nips at the spot he just spanked. “And I’ll be catching up soon enough.” A wet heat trails along my skin, causing a ripple of pleasure to run through me. “Now stop pouting so I can make you come again.”
He knows I’m about to tell him I’m not pouting, so he smacks my ass before I have the chance. The distraction works. Instead of opening my mouth to make excuses, I end up moaning his name and arching my ass up in a way that can only be called obscene. He doesn’t seem to mind. The deep, appreciative groanhe gives makes it clear that he approves of the new view I’m giving him. With anyone else, I’d be mortified, but not with Niki. I feel safe with him. I can let myself be vulnerable because I know he’ll never use it against me. To know that is freeing. It allows me to try new things without fear of consequence or rejection. I can experiment with him, discover what I like and don’t like, and the fact that we’re able to do that together is a precious, beautiful thing.
When he palms my cheek in one of his big hands, massaging my skin while he slowly twirls his other finger inside me, I lift up even more so I’m on my knees with my upper body still pressed into the bed.
“Goddamn,” he groans. Sliding his finger out, he drags the wet digit further back until it’s resting against my back hole. Circling the skin that I had no idea was so sensitive, he says, “Sweetheart, this feels a lot like an invitation.” The pad of his thumb drags along the puckered skin, making me gasp at the sensation. “When you get on your knees and present this tight little asshole to me, Van, I’m going to assume it’s because you want me to do something with it.”
I let out another whimper and clutch the bedding when he presses firmer against me.
“Hmm, sweetheart?” he asks, leaning down so he can kiss along my cheek while his thumb continues to tease me. His mouth gets closer, licking and kissing until I can feel the heat of his breath along my crack. “Maybe you want me to taste you here?” He drags his tongue lower, the sensation of his thumb and tongue working together make it impossible for me to answer him with actual words. He hears my grunt and gives a soft laugh.
“I’m going to take that as a yes,” he murmurs against my skin. “Unless you tell me otherwise, I’m going to assume you want me to eat this ass while I use my fingers to make you come.And then when I finally slide inside you, I’m going to assume you want me to fill this tight ass with my finger.”
He trails his tongue lower, getting so close to where his thumb is but not close enough for the two to meet.
“Van? Are you listening, baby?”
I groan my response, feeling the heat of his laugh against my wet skin.
