Slowly, her eyes on mine, she obeys. With her hands by her sides, her breasts are perkier, bared and gorgeous.
I bend to her and kiss the valley between her breasts, first one side, then the other. She’s warm and soft, and I love the little moans she emits the closer I get to her hardened nipples.
While I kiss my way across her breasts, I bring one hand between her legs and gently stroke. She sighs, and her eyelids flutter closed.
“If you move your hands, I’ll punish you. You’ll feel my belt again, and this time I won’t take it easy on you. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” she whispers. “I understand.”
“Good. Then lie there and take this, babygirl.”
She likes that, I know she does, by the way her lips curve upward in a smile, even with her eyes still closed.
I lap at one nipple, then the other, as I stroke and fondle her until her back arches.
“Tate,” she whispers, her voice strangled. She moves her hips as I finger her, arching into me, then back again, and my movements become faster, more hurried.
“That’s a girl,” I whisper in her ear. “I want to see you come, love. Let yourself go. Feel.”
I suckle her nipple and stroke her again until she stops breathing, giving a strangled cry, and I imagine what she’d look like when ecstasy comes.
Christ.
Gorgeous.
Seeing Fran in the throes of ecstasy… I need that in my life.
She does nothing half-hearted, and I imagine that includes climaxing.
I could almost see the way her head would fall back, the way she’d scream with pleasure, not even trying to be quieter. She’d yell my name and call to heaven, saying her final prayers, as I wrung every ounce of pleasure from her body.
It’s killing me not to fuck her. Killing me. I want to feel her wrapped around me and join my pleasure to hers.
But I can’t. Not now. Maybe not ever.
So I’ll take this. All of it. Her submission, her beauty. And this… right here… her absolute trust in me, the way she loves every moment without reserve, it’s goddamn beautiful.
She trusts me. Even after I punished her. Even after I’ve taken her.
She trusts me.
And that’s the best fucking gift anyone’s ever given me.
But she’s right.
We aren’t through yet.
CHAPTER TEN
Fran
I've never had an orgy.
I've never had a threesome.
I've honestly only ever been with a handful of guys, and they were really, really bad in bed.
Maybe that's why I started imagining and fantasizing. I wanted to give women really good orgasms, and lots of them. I tell myself it's because I enjoy writing about happily ever afters. I tell myself it's for a lot of reasons. But I think deep down the truth is, I know that real men aren't always that good in bed.
