Page 19 of Long for Me
And holy shit. I’d never a seen a man watch me so intently. So fixed on me that I actually saw lust and need hit him so fiercely he clenched his jaw to keep from growling. Whether that was what Bennett did or not, didn’t matter. It was what it looked like, what it said to me, and that look, that tightness in his jaw and the low groan deep in his throat sent something else spiraling through me. Something unknown and unexperienced.
Confidence.
Before that evaporated, I removed my strapless bra and dropped it to the floor.
“Stop.” He’d removed his hands when I reached for my dress, but now they were back. Thumbs at the satin edge of my black thong. Eyes glued to the center of my thighs.
“Bennett? I mean, sir?” He hadn’t spoken, hadn’t moved. But his heated gaze was doing wicked things to my nipples. They pebbled and tingled. Painful. Hard. God, I wanted to pinch them to relieve the ache he created. “You staring at me is making me wet.”
He nodded once, brushing his thumbs beneath the band of my panties.
“Thank you for your honesty.” He gripped the thin satin strip of my thong and tugged. He leaned forward, his lips resting just below my navel. “I’m taking off your panties. God, I can smell you. Do you know how delicious you smell when you’re aroused? I could bottle this, inhale it every time my dick gets hard and it’d get me off.”
His words were nasty. And yummy. Was this what D/s was all about? Making someone else so turned on they turned to a puddle of goo? So far, he’d been bossy, but respectful. And every time he commanded me to do something, he followed it with a compliment so descriptive I could probably get off by his words alone.
The cool satin slid down my thighs and my pussy clenched as cool air grazed across the exposed parts of me.
“I want to kiss you,” he whispered. “Can I? Here?”
I didn’t even understand why he asked. But before I could answer, his thumb brushed against my already swollen clit. “Yes,” I gasped, my knees wobbling. “Please.”
His lips brushed against me. “I wasn’t expecting you bare, but fucking hell you’re sexy, sub. So damn sexy.” Another brush of his lips, no tongue, only little flickers of his lips on my clit and above it.
“Please,” I whispered, gasping as he continued teasing me. “I could come.”
“I know. And you will.” He pulled back, pushing me with his hands at my hips as he stood. He didn’t let go of me until he stood directly in front of me. “As soon as you’re done with your spanking, unless you don’t come during it.”
“Oh God.” I swayed forward and he placed his hand at my hip. “I don’t know...”
“You can do this. You’ve been perfect so far, a spanking will be mind-blowing. Trust me, Rebecca.” One hand at my waist another slid up my arm to my shoulder and cupped the side of my throat. Both of his thumbs moved, tender, caresses just beneath my jaw and at my lower stomach. “Are you ready?”
“Yes,” I croaked. I cleared my throat. “Yes, sir.”
“Good. Then show me to your room.”
I didn’t want to go there. My room, my bed, my personal space. It seemed so intimate, and this was quickly unraveling into something more than what seemed like a session. He was being too tender, too gentle.
“Can we stay out here?”
“Is going to your room a hard line for you?”
I blinked rapidly. How could I explain without seeming naive? Impossible.
“Let me guess,” Bennett said, he tugged me toward him until my breasts brushed against his shirt. The fabric abraded my nipples and I moaned from the friction. His lips were at my ear, warm breath skating across my cheek. “You don’t want to go to your room tomorrow or the next day or in a week, and have to look around your room and have the vivid memory of what you know is coming. You want the distance and the separation so when I’m walking by you at work,notmentioning this night, you won’t later return to your room and remember the way my body makes you feel still lingering in your bed.”
Since I couldn’t argue with him, I stayed silent.
And that was when he rocked me more than he already had. “Here’s the thing, though, sub. Is that I want you to have those memories. I want you to have those struggles, because I want you to someday walk into my office, drop to your knees, and ask me, beg me, to do this to you all over again, as often as I want.”
Shit. He had to be kidding.
“Now, we’ve discussed this before. Room or Red.”
“Room,” I breathed out before I could overthink it. I wouldn’t beg him. I wouldn’t drop to my knees on the floor of his office regardless of how good the night was. I was a woman of my word, and I’d already set the parameters.
I would never kneel before Bennett in his office and beg him to spank me.
“I’ll follow you. For too many weeks now, I’ve jacked off to the sway of your ass, wondering how plump and perfect it would be, and now I get to see it.”
