Page 86 of Crave Me
I slapped her ass and pulled my fingers out of her. “Belt, first. Thank me after each one and ask for another. I’ll give you time to get back into position when you need it. And when you’re ready, ask me to fuck you. Got it?”
“Yes.”
I slapped her ass again, loved the jiggle of her flesh. “Sir. Yes, sir. I get it.”
I bent and picked up my belt, folded it carefully, and gripped the metal parts in my fist.
At the first lash, she jerked. It wasn’t meant to bring pleasure but only pain from the sharp sting. Her entire back bowed off the desk as she shouted and she pulled so hard on the ties the desk moved.
“More?”
Slowly, she released her muscles, pressed her chest back to the desk and flexed and relaxed her fingers. “Thank you, sir. Another, please.”
I repeated the movements, crisscrossing them so another fiery sting seared her already reddened skin. For two more beltings, she cried out, thanked me and asked me for more. It was after the fourth that she cried so loud I couldn’t bring her more pain.
Only pleasure. Only ecstasy.
“Fuck me, sir,” she moaned. “Please, sir. No more.”
I was already rolling on my condom when she said please. Grabbing her hips, I slammed my dick into her. With her legs close together, the fit was tight and both of our groans echoed in my ears as I entered her. I fucked her slowly, took my time to hold her and remember every single feel of her. Her heated skin beneath my hands. The light flowery scent of her perfume mixed with the aroma of her arousal.
“Chloe.” I drove deep inside of her, unable to stop succumbing to our deep connection. I didn’t want to just fuck her anymore. Not all the time. I wanted to worship her like she needed. Bending over her, I curved one hand over her shoulder and rocked into her.
“I’m going to come, sir. Please.”
“As often as you need to.” I whispered in her ear, sucked the skin just beneath it. It’d leave a hickey and I didn’t give a shit. I wanted her marked.
I couldn’t pull her further from the desk to be able to move my hand in front of her and rub her clit so I changed my position. My dick rubbed against her G-spot with every thrust forward and she came. Her pussy clenched around me, her whimpers turned to panting screams and pleas to go harder and faster. I did the opposite and slowed down, dragging out our pleasure and when she came the second time, I was right behind her.
“So damn sensational.” I filled the condom with my cum and listened to her settle her breaths. “Always sensational, Chloe. All the time.”
I quickly undid the ties wrapped around her wrists and rubbed sensation back into her limbs. Bright pink marks were left behind from the bindings, and I flinched, showing them to her as I helped her stand. “Do you have arnica to put on them when you get home?”
Her eyes widened, and then flattened. “Yes, I do.”
I stepped back while she redressed and did the same, shoving the ties into the coat pocket of my suit. “I’ll walk you out,” I said.
The last thing I wanted to do was let her go.
But I still couldn’t think of any way to keep her.
“Simon—”
“Chloe—”
We spoke at the same time and she smiled hesitantly when we reached her car.
I dipped my chin. “You first.”
She shook her head, sucked her bottom lip into her teeth and let it free. “Never mind. Thank you for tonight.”
“Do you mean that? I was hard on you.”
She hitched her purse over her shoulder, digging in to get her keys. “Yeah. But like I said, I like everything you do to me.”
She turned her back to me and opened her door, putting physical space between us. “Are you okay? I don’t want you driving if you need to talk or rest a few minutes.”
I reached for her door but she tugged it toward her. A barrier she’d erected in the last few seconds as clear as the blank expression in her eyes.
“Anything you’d like to talk about?”
Dozens of things floated through my mind. None that we could discuss. None that wouldn’t hurt her more than I was already going to.
I stepped back and shoved my hands into my pockets to prevent reaching out to grab her. “No. I’ll see you Friday.”
“Of course. Happy Thanksgiving, Simon.”
She flashed me a sad smile and slid into her car, shutting the door behind her. I waited in the same spot until she pulled out of the parking lot and her taillights disappeared around the corner of the street.
Shoving my hands into my hair, I groaned toward the sky. Keep her, lose her, claim her, let her go. There was no easy choice, only decisions leading to pain.
