Page 21 of Long for Me
He was torturing me. My thighs quivered, tension and heat barreling through me as his fingers teased me until I was standing at the edge. Toes curling over, staring out into an abyss that held the promise of bliss. This was one night. He needed to get started.
“Nine more. Ready?”
He stepped back, dropping his hand from me and I moaned. “Damn it.”
“Trust me. Waiting will make it better. I asked you a question.”
I was ready to come. I was ready to throw myself at a man who only hours ago, I’d believed to be cockiest man I’d ever met. I was also ready for a spanking.
“Yes, sir. I’m ready.”
I barely got the word out before his palm came down, slapping against my other cheek. Two more in quick succession followed and I focused on the spreading heat. The way it blistered and fanned out until it threaded down my thighs.
“You doing okay? Want me to continue?”
“Please, sir.”
His hand came back and he worked in a pattern that had me arching into him, but never quite knowing what to expect. I counted every one, focused on breathing. Focused on the fact that he was getting off on this.
Like I could forget the size of his erection.
“Nine, Mr. Ashby.” I was breathless. Aching.
His hand came down one last time, hand covering my entire ass. It stung and I arched forward, screaming. My arms collapsed, fingers slipping on the wall but I didn’t hit it. Bennett’s arm wrapped around my stomach and he pulled me to him while my limbs went liquid and then his hands and fingers were exactly where I needed them.
“Oh God,” I moaned. He pushed two fingers inside me. His thumb pressed against my clit.
I shattered into a thousand pieces, collapsing from the sensations thundering through my body.
“Bennett!” I screamed as my orgasm pulled me under, ripped me out to sea and sent me spinning in a thousand directions until I was in his arms.
And then I was up, cradled by his strength, and flying down on the bed.
He was between my legs, hips pressing against me and I clawed at him as the tide pulled me back to the shore, my heart rate calming.
“Holy shit,” I whispered, fingers digging into the cotton of his shirt. “I’ve never...”
“Come so hard? Amazing what a spanking can do for you, huh?”
Back to cocky. I couldn’t summon the strength or energy to roll my eyes. My limbs were heavy, languid, yet as Bennett’s lips came down and brushed against my cheek, slowly moved toward my lips, I turned to him.
“Please, fuck me,” I rasped against his lips right before they pressed against mine.
He took my mouth, plundered me without hesitation and I met him instantly. Our tongues tangled together, his chest fell to mine, the weight of him perfectly delicious.
“Hands above your head,” he said and I listened. There was no reason to hesitate. I’d already enjoyed him too much. He pinned me with my arms above my head, stretched tight above me and looked down at me.
And when he spoke, he assured me the best parts of the evening were still to come.
