He spanks me. Once, twice, three times in rapid succession. My body jerks against the bed, my brain spinning as the sweet torture of pleasure and pain melts into hot, hot ecstasy. Once again, it makes me bold.
“You want me to say your name?” I ask, my voice husky.
“Yes.”
“Daddy.”
“Fuck.”
He goes completely still. So still I become acutely aware of the force of my heart beating inside my chest. But then he takes a hard breath followed by the sound of his zipper being pulled down and his pants hitting the floor. His hands are suddenly back on my hips, realigning me. Holding my breath, I prepare for the feeling of his cock sliding between my pussy lips. This is it. I’ve set him off and now I’m going to pay. I can’t wait.
Everyone says it’s uncomfortable the first time, but I’m not scared. With a dick the size of his, I know it’s going to hurt. I don’t even care.
“Are you trying to make me lose control, Piper? Are you?”
The warm tip of his cock bumps against the seam of my buttocks.Yes. So close.
He kicks my legs apart again and that fat tip presses against my soaked pussy. Holding my breath, I wait for his intrusion and promise myself I won’t cry out, but he simply dips inside the smallest bit, just enough to get his tip wet, then pulls back and slides the length of his shaft along the seam of my lips. The soft-hard heat of him strokes my clit and every nerve ending along the way as he thrusts carefully forward and then draws back.
Again and again until my clit hurts from the force of my need to come. Without ever entering me, he slides perfectly over all my sensitive parts, back and forth, over and over. He’s fucking me while keeping me a virgin.
I didn’t know this was a thing. I didn’t know?—
Nate dips his fingers inside me again and then drags them up between my ass crack. At first, I’m not sure what he’s doing, because I’m too consumed with the feel of his cock sliding against me. He breathes hard through his nose as he meters each thrust until I feel the wave coming.
It’s coming. I want to grip the sheets, but I can’t with my hands bound. Something about being tied up and trapped by his body makes the whole thing more potent.
He touches me lightly on the asshole, his wet finger making a gentle circle as he increases the pace and force of his thrusts. I barely get time to absorb this new touch and all the sensations it brings as my body spirals out of control. Guiding himself with one hand and using the other to play with my ass, Nate gasps low as I come loud and hard.
His hips push forward, and he nearly collapses on top of me. I’m barely aware as he catches himself with one hand on the mattress and hangs his head over my back. My legs give out and I sink against the bed and the wet spot he left on the side of the bed.
Oh my God. That was dirty and nasty and…who am I kidding?
I loved it.
After a minute, he rights himself, breathing hard, and unties my wrists. Carefully helping me move my arms for the first time in what feels like forever, he rubs them lightly to help the circulation return and then pulls up his pants.
“I’ll start the shower for you.”
Searching his face, I sit on the edge of the bed because I’m still too weak to stand.
“Thanks.”
Running a hand through his hair, he walks out of the room. A moment later, I hear the water turn on in the bathroom. I wonder if that was as good for him as it was for me.
I hope so, because I plan on doing it again very soon.
23
PIPER-LILY
“My sister will be stayingwith us for a few days.”
Nate pulls out a chair for me and sits beside me at the small table. The lighting inside the jazz club is low, which makes the mini oil lamp in the middle of the table glow intimately. I’ve never been to this place before, but I like it already. It has a classy, cozy, low-key vibe that’s utterly appealing.
I recognized a few people as we walked in, friends of my parents, but none of them would make eye contact with me. It doesn’t bother me. The same thing happened at the theater we just left, everyone turning their eyes to their playbills instead of tossing me a simple smile or greeting. I’m choosing not to let it bother me. There’s been a little shift between Nate and me and I’d rather spend my mental energy trying to figure that out than worrying about what people think of me.
“You have a sister?” I blurt, unable to hide my shock. Nate never mentioned siblings.
