“Mmm. Not convinced, Elissa.”
She shivered, more from anticipation than fear, he surmised. “Let’s attach you to the bench in a more conventional way, shall we?”
He relished the sight of her as she straddled the top, then settled in. After she was in place, he grabbed some ties to hold her securely. “What’s the appropriate punishment?”
“Forced orgasms, Sir.”
Jacob laughed. Her response had been too quick, as if she’d prepared in advance. “Try again.”
“Uhm…” She moved around until she could see him. “A spanking?”
“And you’ll watch from beginning to end?”
“I’ll keep my eyes open this time, Sir.”
If she became as lost in pleasure as he intended, there would be no way for her to do as she promised. He strode across the room to select a small leather flogger.
When he returned to the bench, her body was supple with relaxation, despite her bonds. In fact, they seemed to free her. “Gorgeous.”
“Touch me?”
As if he could refuse her anything. Gently he rubbed her back and shoulders.
Her breaths became deeper, and she sighed. “Could we do this all night?”
“We could. Maybe a little oil and candlelight?”
“Sounds nice. But I’d prefer something a little different.”
Their gazes met in the mirror, and she gave him a soft, serene smile he would never forget.
“I can get a massage at any spa. But I’ve never had another experience like this. I’d rather scene with you.”
With long, slow motions, Jacob moved lower until he reached her buttocks. Then he increased the pressure to warm her up.
He continued, until even the backs of her thighs were light pink color.
Only when he was sure she was ready did he pick up the flogger.
For the first few minutes, she was able to keep her vow. Then as he heightened the intensity, she rested her cheek on the vinyl pad and seemed to fall into a light sleep. “Are you with me, Elissa?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
He was flogging her in earnest now, leaving small welts on her skin. The more intense his strokes, the more approving her feminine little sounds.
Slowly he eased off, bringing her back to reality.
“Elissa?” He brushed strands of hair back so he could read her expression.
“Will you fuck me, Sir?”
Consumed by desire, he released her from bondage. “Please situate yourself at the end of the bench.”
“Yes, Sir.”
While she got into position, he undressed and rolled a condom down his cock. One day, in the not-too distant future, they’d be making babies instead of worrying about contraception.
Her buttocks were still hot from his spanking, making him groan. This woman would be his undoing.
“I need you in me.”
Instead of taking her as he wanted, he fingered her clit, just to be sure she was ready. The little bundle of nerves hardened, and she moaned, arching her back as she offered herself to him.
The scent of her arousal was an aphrodisiac, and his need could no longer be contained.
Jacob eased his cock into her and began to stroke.
“This…” She tightened her buttocks as she rocked back and forth. “Yes…”
“Elissa…” He dug his fingertips into her hipbones and dragged her back, allowing him even deeper inside her.
“Oh Jacob! Sir!”
“Press your breasts against the bench, then come for me.”
He forced himself to hold back while she ground out a screaming climax. Over and over, she called his name. Her sounds and their friction were potent and primal, and he went rigid, gritting his teeth as he orgasmed in a long, hot stream.
She was breathing heavy, and she didn’t move even as he withdrew.
“Stay where you are.”
“Don’t worry, Sir. I don’t think I can stand up on my own.”
He grinned, her comment making him stupidly happy.
After throwing away the condom, he crossed back to her, picking up the blanket on the way.
He wrapped it around her before helping her down.
When her feet were on the floor, her knees wobbled, so he scooped her up and carried her toward the chair in front of the fireplace.
“You sweeping me off my feet seems to be a bit of a habit.”
“Objections?”
She pressed a hand to his chest. “Not even one.”
“I kind of like it myself.” He managed to sit while still holding her.
“So strong.”
“Flattery, Elissa?”
“An observation, Sir.”
Maybe. Regardless, her approval mattered, feeding the hungry wolf inside him. His woman was proud of him.
She snuggled against him, and he inhaled the subtle scent of her shampoo.
“When I have fantasies about BDSM, they’re like this.”
“In what way?”
“The aftercare. Well, and during care, too. I felt safe, which allowed me to completely let go. You don’t seem impatient to get rid of me and get back to your real life.”
Maybe he’d be able to make her understand that she was his real life.
“Honestly I’ve never had a scene like this before. Like you’re genuinely concerned about me enjoying it, and you’re not just going through the motions.”
He’d likely been guilty of that when he was younger, and he cursed the insensitive bastard he’d been. Now his focus was Elissa, and her enjoyment was paramount.
“There’s something different about being in a relationship with—” She broke off before sitting up and attempting to escape. “Not that we do. I mean, we’re not, and you’re not—”
“Stop.” He tightened his arms around her waist, keeping her close, determined to nurture her emotions with the same ferocity that he’d protect her physical body. “We do have a relationship. When this is over, we’ll figure it out. But I’m not prepared for you to walk out of my life without a backward glance.” If necessary, he’d follow her to the ends of the earth.
“Jacob…” She placed a hand on her throat.
“How does your ass feel?”
As he’d hoped, her eyes darkened.
“Are you trying to distract me?”
“No more so than you were with me earlier.” He grinned. “Answer my question, subbie.”
“Fine. I guess.” She wrinkled her nose. “What do you have in mind?”
His cock stirred.
“Oh.” She bounced a little, making him even harder.
With her in his arms, he stood and carried her to his bedroom. “We’ve got a long night ahead of us, Elissa.”
“Let’s get started, Sir.”
Chapter Eight
Consciousness teased the edges of her sleep, but Elissa didn’t want to wake up. Instead, she pulled the comforter tighter around her and tried to drift off again. But clattering sounds continued to disturb her. And then there was the scent. Coffee. Even though it wasn’t her preference, there was no denying its enticement.
Not inclined to give up, she opened her eyes long enough to find a pillow; then she pulled it over her head. As had been a habit since she’d arrived a week ago, she was in Jacob’s bed. Protected in the comfort of his arms, she slept better than she ever had before. And waking up and having leisurely sex in the middle of the night was amazing.