Page 85 of Crave Me
“Yes, sir,” she nodded, difficult from her cheek pressed to the desk. “I know what I want.”
Fury blasted through me. Pushing it to the side, I took the ties and wrapped them around her wrists, leaving her only inches to struggle against them. With the other ends, I knotted them to the desk’s leg.
“You’re doing very well, Little One.” I ran a finger from the tie knotted around her wrist up to her shoulders, massaging them roughly but firmly.
“You doing okay? Hurt anywhere?”
“No, sir.”
“Good. Then I’ll give you a choice. Would you like my hand or the belt?”
“Belt, sir.” Her decision was made so quickly, so decisively, I hesitated.
“Why the belt?
Her breath went ragged. Her back rose and fell as she struggled to calm her breathing. I settled a hand on her spine to help calm her and I waited until she relaxed.
“You haven’t answered, Little One.”
“I know, sir. I’m not sure what to say.”
“Why’d you choose the belt?”
“Because I like it.”
“You think I should punish you with something you enjoy?”
She struggled, her boots slipping on the concrete so I pushed my feet behind her and rubbed her ass to warm it. “The problem is that I like everything you do to me, sir.”
“Thank you for your honesty.”
I continued warming her ass, squeezing it and rubbing the backs of her thighs until her breathing slowed and she arched into me.
“If I were to test, would I find you already aroused?”
She pulled on the ties and pushed against my hand, giving me a better view of her ass. “Yes, sir. I’m so wet for you.”
She slayed me. With every perfect, submissive gesture. With every word. The scent of her invaded my senses and all I wanted to do was sink into her. I wasn’t planning on fucking her, but I changed my mind. This might be the last time I touched her. I would feel her one last time.
I dug a condom out of my wallet and tossed it to the floor before I loosened my belt. She tensed when I pulled it through my belt loops and snapped it into the air. Before she could prepare for her first spanking, I brought my bare hand down on her backside.
She jolted and cried out from the sting and surprise.
“Fifteen with my hand, as many as you beg for with my belt, Little One. You ready?”
“Yes sir. Please.”
Damn. Perfect. I spanked her again, repeatedly. I covered her ass with my hands in a way it’d leave small bruises on the fleshy globes before moving to spank the backs of her thighs. Changing the tempo and locations, not spanking her in a pattern so she could never anticipate where the next one was coming from. My palm burned by the time I’d counted to fifteen. Her cries of pleasure and pain went straight to my dick. I was so damn hard for her. Could practically taste her already. Based on her breathy little moans and gasps and croons of thankfulness, she was close to coming.
I couldn’t resist her. “You are wet,” I whispered, leaning over her back and sliding my fingers through her tight slit. Moisture had dripped down to her thighs and I spread it around, teased her clit and shoved three fingers into her without preparation.
“Oh God, so good, sir. Please, I’m so close.”
“You’ve asked for my belt.”
“Please, Simon. Sir. I need you.”
I rocked to my heels at her proclamation. Stunned at the depth in her voice, the sweet sincerity of it that made me want to claim her. God, I craved this woman, every piece of her.
