“Did you like that?” he asked, and there was genuine interest in his voice.
“Yes, Sir,” I panted.
“Good.” He stroked his hand through my hair, gently brushing his fingers beneath my eyes where mascara-laden tears streaked down my cheeks. I wasn’t crying—at least, it didn’t feel like the sort of tears I was used to. They weren’t tears of sadness or even joy—it was simply too much emotion. Too much too soon and I wasn’t able to process everything I was feeling. “When I do something that makes you feel good, what do you say?”
Without thinking, I glanced sideways at Jude.Thwack, thwack!He smacked each nipple. “Let’s try that again,” he said. “If someone gives you a gift, you say…”
“Thank you,” I said. The quivers of excitement had morphed into full-on shivers now and my body was convulsing with need. Never in my life had I felt this turned on.This alive.
“And when it’smewho is giving you that gift… what do you add to that?”
“Thank you, Sir.”
I wanted to sneak a glance at his cock. I wanted to see how hard he was. To get a glimpse of whether or not his cock was straining against that proper suit of his.
When the crop came down, it smacked against my belly. Each hit went lower and lower down my abdomen, over my pelvis, until he smacked the crop against my clit once more. This time when it reached my bundle of nerves, I braced for it. Was ready for the jolt of pleasure and pain. It was like a current of electricity surging through my whole body. I moaned with it and immediately thanked Jude for the gift.
“Turn,” he said. “Bend over, grasp the edge of the bed and spread your legs.”
I did exactly what he said, completely exposing myself to him; bare and vulnerable in a way that was utterly intoxicating. Though I couldn’t see Jude, I felt his greedy gaze on me, burning me from behind. Blood rushed in my head, my pulse pounding in my ears. Waiting. Anticipating.
“You only have to thank me at the end,” Jude said.
“The end?” I turned to look at him and in one swift motion, he had his hand wrapped in my hair. The sharp bite of his fingers at my roots made me gasp as he tugged my face forward. My nipples grew even tighter, my breasts heavy and achy.
“Eyes ahead,” he said roughly.
Then with no warning, the crop came down hard against my spread pussy. Each hit managed to connect with a slightly different area of my sex. Behind me, I heard Jude’s satisfied grunts with each hit, and a ripple of heat snapped through my body. Everything was so sensitive—heightened. My sharp breath punctuated the sound of leather slapping flesh. My skin erupted in a fiery burn that was somehow diffusing and melting into velvety bliss. My traitorous body should be in pain, and yet all I could feel was the sensation of pleasure. My pussy was drenched, my clit full and hard. Out of reflex, I bucked my hips against the hit, leaning more into it and my wails echoed within the room. I heard his zipper behind me, then the soft rustle of his pants falling to the floor and the sound of a wrapper tearing. I was desperate to see him, to feel him. The feeling of release was right there in front of me, like a beast, ready to claw up my core. I was wet and aching and my pussy was ignited in more ways than one. Climax was just out of reach—ready to explode within me; ready to buck my hips and curl my toes.
“Are you going to come?” Jude asked, as he resumed hitting my sex with the riding crop.
“Yes, Sir. Please, may I?” I managed to cry out.
“When? Tell me when you’re going to.”
“Any second now. I can’t hold on,” I said. “Please—”
“Come,Poppy.”
The moment the words left his lips, I felt that undeniable clench of my core. “I’m coming,” I panted as my orgasm crashed over me like a rogue wave. He plunged his cock inside of me just as I released around him. My pussy convulsed against his unbearably thick length, rippling as he sunk deeper, harder inside of me. Then he withdrew, hard and fast, pumping in and out of me as I held onto the bedpost with clenched hands. My knees quivered, my thighs tightening as each one of his sensational strokes extended the orgasm. I screamed, as the blissful shocks receded into mere flutters. Even in the wake of my climax, I still throbbed for him, yearning for more.
His fingers bit into my ass, clenching my tender flesh with his grasp, and his hips wedged between my spread legs. He plunged in and out of me furiously in hard, punishing thrusts that slammed his cock against the wall of my cervix. Those same hands that were gripping my hips and ass so hard, swept over my body in long caressing strokes.
Together we were all sweat and skin and pure, undiluted lust. Both of our grunts filled the otherwise silent room.
His fingers glided over the side of my hip and clamped down on my clit once more. The stroke of his skilled finger was such a contrast to the riding crop—it was just too much. “I-I can’t. Not again,” I whispered and shook my head, gripping the bedpost tighter.
“That phrase doesn’t exist within these walls,” Jude said. “You remember what you say if you need me to stop or slow down, right?”
I nodded and my body shuddered, my pussy clenching beneath his fingers. I was achy and tight, and the feeling was right on the edge of being so good that it physically hurt.
“So, do you have something you need to say to me right now?”
My body had never been so responsive, so sensitive to sensations. It was an intensity I wasn’t prepared for… but it also wasn’t bad. Actually, it was good.Reallyfucking good. Jude would take care of me. He wouldn’t leave me needing and wanting without the payoff. With a deep breath, I shook my head no.
Hot air hit the back of my neck in a deliciously agonizing way as he whispered, “Then just let go, Poppy.” His fingers moved against my clit once more, clamping it, and stars flooded my vision. I gripped the bedpost tighter, my thigh muscles shaking with suppressed need. My spin curved, arching into the bewildering pleasure.
It shouldn’t feel this good. Being hit with a riding crop—being ordered around, commanded, owned. Slamming into me from behind, Jude was in a frenzy, thrusting wildly.
