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His thumb settled against the throbbing bud that was the source of her need, and she groaned as she lost her battle to keep still. “Still, pet, or I stop.” A strangled growl came from her throat as she leaned against him and fought the urge to squirm against his probing fingers.
“That’s better,” he said, and nipped her neck with his teeth. She could feel the pressure building inside her as he moved his thumb in a circular motion. One long finger slid into her tight entrance and she nearly lost control. The pace of his assault on her clit slowed just enough to bring her back from the edge.
“Bradley please,” she whimpered. The vibration of his voice and flutter of his breath as he chuckled close to her ear sent shivers all the way through her.
“I’m Bradley, am I?” She growled in frustration as he slowed his fingers almost to a stop. “Oh, growling at me won’t help you any at all, pet,” he teased, but once again his fingers were moving, and she was soon on the brink again.
“Please, Sir,” she moaned.
“Come for me,” he whispered, and she flew over the edge, calling his name as she fell. He tightened his grip on her to keep her from slipping as the waves of pleasure continued to roll through her. When she settled down, he turned her in his arms.
“Well, that was a delightful way to start the day. I think I’m going to keep you.” Feeling shy again, she buried her face in his chest and let the last aftershocks from her orgasm subside. When he reached behind her and shut the water off, they both stepped out of the shower.
Bradley insisted on drying her off before they headed back into the bedroom. They dressed together in silence before she went back to the bathroom to fix her hair. A few minutes later she was pulling her hair back into a ponytail when he came into the bathroom and set a mug of coffee on the counter for her. “Thank you.” She smiled at him in the mirror.
“You’re welcome, baby.” He watched her for a moment before turning to leave. Stopping in the doorway, he turned to face her and said, “I like it when you wear your hair down.”
She grinned at him through the mirror, then pulled the ponytail down and went to work taming the wild curls so she could wear it down without it driving her crazy.
24
A few days later, Bradley had to go out of town with the senator and would be gone several days. They had spent the early part of the week in complete Dominant/submissive roles and Darci’s body ached—in a good way. Now they stood in his living room, and Bradley kissed her tenderly before giving her instructions to listen to her security detail.
For some reason, Darci thought it was a good idea to salute him when he finished. Before she realized what was happening, his hand was around her waist, and she found herself flipped across his lap. He was apparently still very much in dominant mode.
“Well pet, I was going to leave you with a kiss, but I guess I’ll have to leave you with a sore bottom instead,” he said as he tugged her pajama bottoms and panties down.
Sharp smacks rained down on her ass cheeks in quick succession. Darci squirmed, but he trapped her legs with his and continued the spanking. Several minutes later the sharp stinging swats stopped as abruptly as they had begun. He released her legs and shoved them apart with one foot as he gently caressed her stinging bottom.
His hand drifted between her thighs, and he hummed low in his throat. “Seems a sore bottom isn’t the only thing I’m leaving you with.” He teased her with his fingers for a few minutes before standing her up. “I’ve got to go, pet. No touching that pussy while I’m gone unless you call me and ask me first. Is that understood?”
When she nodded, a swift slap landed on her ass.
“Yes, Sir,” she yelped.
He grinned. “Much better.”
Standing, he pulled her into his arms. “I’m going to miss you.”
Resting her head on his shoulder, she drank in the comfort of his arms embracing her. Her ass was smarting from the spanking, but it was the ache between her thighs that was most uncomfortable.
“I’ll miss you too,” she whispered, wanting more than anything for him to take her into the bedroom and make love to her. But he was running late already, so they said their final goodbyes and Bradley was out the door.
It was still early, so Darci had some time before she had to be ready for work. Making her way back into the bedroom, she rubbed her sore bottom with a grin on her face. Back in bed, she picked up her phone to browse the morning headlines. It was then she noticed a text from Carrie.
Peter is finally home. Wanna get together for dinner?
How would Bradley feel about that? They hadn’t exactly talked about her relationship with Peter and Carrie beyond the fact that they were her best friends. Not that she planned to sleep with them. But the three did share a sexual history and chemistry. She flipped over to her contacts screen and clicked Bradley’s name.
“Calling for permission to touch yourself already pet? I thought you would at least last a day,” he said after one ring.
She giggled. “No! I’m calling because I have an awkward question.”
“What is it, pet?”
“Peter and Carrie want to take me to dinner now that Peter is back. Will that be OK with you?”
For a moment, the line was silent, and Darci was worried he was going to tell her she couldn’t go out. Finally, he spoke.
