My heart races from both excitement and fear. “What are you going to do tome?”
“I’m going to spank your ass so that you’ll wear my marks when I fuck you.” The thought alone triggers a tingle between my legs. “Take off yourclothes.”
I turn around and lift my hair. “Unzipme?”
Tristan lowers my zipper, and my dress falls from my shoulders. I expect him to lean in and kiss my skin or whisper something filthy in my ear, but he doesn’t. Instead, he walks away, and I immediately feel the loss of his warmth. I’m surprised by the disappointment that Ifeel.
I’m completely bare when Tristan returns, stalking toward me. “Turnaround.”
I turn and face the bed, awaiting his next instructions. He grabs my hands and pulls them to rest at the small of my back, binding them together with something that I can’t identify. It’s not cold as I would expect handcuffs to be. Mayberope?
He pushes a finger between my wrists and whatever is tied around them. “Not tootight?”
“No.”
“Put your knee on the bed.” I do as he says, and he helps me climb onto themattress.
“Like this, on myknees?”
“No. Facedown.” I was afraid of that; I won’t be able to see what’scoming.
He helps me lower my upper body so that I don’t face plant. And that’s how I lie while he strips out of his clothes. I wish I could see him getting naked. Watching him is like having my own private strip show, only a thousand timesbetter.
His hands roam my shoulders, my spine, my ass and then they move down the length of my legs, each touch sending me up in flames. He delivers a light smack over one cheek with his palm, and I immediately gasp. Then he pets the area, soothing away the hurt as the warm burn of pleasure rapidly takes over. Before I’m able to brace myself for the next one, he brings his hand down over my opposite cheek. Fire singes over my skin, but the pain disappears quickly, replaced with the warm hum of decadent, forbiddenpleasure.
“How many should I give you, bebelle? How many can youtake?”
I know the answer that he wants to hear. “As many as you want to give me,Master.”
He rubs his palm over my cheek. “Who do you belongto?”
“I belong to you.” I think he must love hearing those words from me; he asks me sooften.
“I’m angry with you, bebelle. Very angry.” I wait for the next swat, but it doesn’t come. “I didn’t like seeing you with that man, and I damn sure didn’t like your gambling with hismoney.”
“I’m sorry, Tristan. I was only passing the time while you were tied up with your meeting. I’m yours and only yours. Yours to do with as you please. You knowthis.”
I slipped. I called him Tristan instead of Master, yet I know that I’ve pleased him by the warmth and gentleness of his caress as he rubs his hand over the area he juststruck.
“You were made for me, bebelle.” I hear satisfaction in his voice. “And yes, you do belong to me, and you are mine to do with as Iplease.”
He pops my other cheek, causing me to flinch and then moan as euphoria swallows me. The events of the evening fade to obscurity, forgotten, as he delivers my spanking, each swat harder, stronger, than the last. He’s careful to not overwhelm me. He gradually works me up from lighter to harder and as the pain increases, so does the indescribablepleasure.
“Your ass is red with my mark, my stamp of possession. So. Fucking. Beautiful.” Tristan’s voice is gruff as he rubs his hand over my throbbing flesh. “Tell me, bebelle. Do you want more? Or do you want me to fuck your sweet pussy that also belongs tome?”
My pussy clenches when I hear Tristan say that it belongs tohim.
“I want it all, Tristan,” I whisper. “I want you in me, on me, around me, all at the sametime.”
My words barely leave my lips before he moves to his knees behind me. He fingers me lightly, smearing the slick moisture over my lips, before spreading them apart and plunging hard and deep into mypussy.
He pumps into me over and over, his hips smacking hard against my ass. I close my eyes, squeezing hard around his cock as he rides me hard, almost brutally. I jolt when his hand swats my hip, fast and furious. The edge of pain mixed with pleasure is a heady sensation, and I close my eyes, biting my bottomlip.
I begin trembling as Tristan brings me closer to release. Just when I think that I’m going to topple over the edge, he withdraws and leaves me so very close toorgasm.
Shit. Is he going to deny my orgasm as punishment? Probably. It’s much crueler than any kind of spanking he could giveme.
“Please don’t do the edging thing, Tristan.Please.”
