Her small body shakes under me as her own release finds her. Thank fuck!
My mouth parts as I suck in a breath, loving the way her tight cunt strangles my dick.
I brace myself with my forearm, wiping the sweat off my forehead and gently stroking her side, until her body stops trembling and her breathing finally steadies.
My breathing is coming in heavy as I sit up on my knees. Her small body lying limp on the bed. Her shoulders rising and falling with heavy breaths. Her eyes are wide open, darting from me back to the bed as she stays still. Her body shivers uncontrollably, I’m not sure if it’s from the chill from the intense pleasure of her orgasm. As I climb off the bed I grabbed the edge of the comforter and bring it up to her shoulders.
“Don’t go back to sleep now, my flower,” I kiss her forehead, loving how she closes her eyes and trembles beneath my comforting touch just as much as she did from the ruthless way I fucked to her. I whisper against the shell of her ear, “we’re just getting started.”
Chapter 17
Lilly
I lay back against the mattress, my chest heaving, my pulse racing as I look up into his eyes. God, he’s so handsome. I could look at his face all day. He leans in close, his hard body pressing up against my soft skin. Down below, I can feel his hardness pressing up against my stomach. I can feel it throbbing, pulsating along with my heartbeat as he brings his lips against my neck.
A soft sigh escapes my lips as I arch my back against the bed, pressing my body into him.
I want him.
I need him.
I’m just not sure if I’m ready.
He pulls back as if sensing my anxiety, his deep brown eyes searching my face.
“Do you trust me?” He asks softly, his breathing heavy.
I stare back into his concerned gaze, not sure what to say. Do I trust him? I’ve only known him for a few weeks, and while I am infatuated with him, I’m not sure if I trust him.
At the same time, he’s treated me better than anyone else has ever treated me. He’s shown more concern about my well-being than anyone ever has. Most of all, I’m sure he’s willing to wait until I’m ready.
But I’m not going to make him wait.
Not today.
“Yes,” I breathe, my heart in my voice. “I trust you.”
His handsome face splits into a grin, his eyes sparkling with happiness. “Good.”
As he comes in closer, bringing his lips close to mine, I relax my body and prepare to surrender myself wholly to him…
Smack!
The memory of being spanked jolts me out of the book I’m working on and I pull my fingers back from the keys of my laptop, my breathing ragged. I can still feel the sting of the paddle against my ass. Joseph disciplined me for talking back to him this morning.
At the time, I thought I was being myself and it was all just harmless banter. He even smiled as I was doing it. He played along. My heart warms at the memory of the playful banter.
But I was still punished.
Harshly.
My eyes fall down to my naked legs and I see the goosebumps covering them, the faint red marks my disobedience has earned me. I squeeze my thighs together, feeling my clit pulse, turned on by the sight.
I’ve lost my clothing privileges, all because I sat incorrectly at the table. Joseph wants me seated with my legs spread if I’m in a chair. His rules are simple and easy. But unnatural. I purse my lips. These punishments aren’t really fair. But at the same time, I welcome them. Being bad has never felt so good.
They’re erotic, sensual even, and they bring back memories of being whipped in the dungeon.
My nipples pebble and my pussy clenches around cool air as I think about these punishments.
It’s been a crazy last few days and I still can’t believe I gave myself to him. Or that he knew about my virginity. My fingers tap on the keyboard and I look over my shoulder and out to the hall, shifting on my bed with my laptop in my lap.
I was concerned I’d regret giving myself to him. But with everything I’m feeling, regret isn’t even on the radar. Even when I unknowingly disobey him.
He’s taught me so many things in such a short amount of time, gave me pleasure that I’d never dream possible. The way he makes me feel, taking my body, ravaging it, devouring it. Owning it.
I shake my head, at a loss for words.
I love it.
I love both sides of Joseph. The nice and caring side and the dominant side. Although, he’s been showing the dominant side more these past few days. It seems like he’s controlling everything I do or say now. Just this morning he had clothes laid out for me that he wanted me to wear, along with the oils that he wants me to put in my hair. I love the smell of them actually.
And strangely enough, I want more of this. More of his control.
More of him.
Thinking about him makes me wonder what he’s doing.
Crawling off the bed, I leave my laptop and go search through the house for him.
I look through several of the rooms, including his bedroom, before I find him in his study. He’s sitting at his desk, his head down as he writes in a notebook. It looks worn and I tilt my head, narrowing my eyes as I notice the binding is leather. His brow is furrowed; he’s clearly focused on whatever he’s writing.
I bite my lower lip as I look at him, my heart racing as my hand stills on the door frame. He looks so gorgeous, sitting there in slacks and a white dress shirt opened at the chest. I don’t know if I should disturb him. He did tell me that I have permission to come to him at all times, but he looks busy and I don’t even remember why I came to find him. I almost turn and leave, twisting on my back heel, but he looks up, freezing me in place.
I step fully into the doorway, clasping my hands out in front of me like he taught me to do, and then I wait patiently.
I don’t have to wait long.
“Yes?” he asks, in a low voice, slowly setting the pen down. My heart thump, thump, thumps.
Opening the drawer off to a side, he places the notebook into the drawer and then closes it, his eyes on me the entire time.
A feeling of suspicion washes over me at his actions. What was he writing?
Joseph clears his throat, “Lilly?”
I stare at him for a moment, noticing for the first time that he looks stressed; something’s bothering him.
He’s sitting in his chair, tense as can be, worry lines etched in his forehead. I’ve never seen him like this.
I lick my lips, hesitating to respond. I don’t want to say anything now. I’m not here for anything important anyway. I was just coming to play around and do something to get punished, but it all seems so trivial now.
Joseph’s going through something.
It’s insensitive of me to expect him to stop what he’s doing to indulge me. My fingers twist around one another. A strange sense of loneliness washing through me.
I think back to the Hero that I’m writing about, with his dark hairs and dark eyes, and how much he reminds me of Joseph.
“Flower,” he growls warningly, his deep voice pricking my skin.
Shit. I have to say something now.
“I was hoping I could please you, Sir,” I say softly. The moment the words leave my lips, I regret them. Looking at him, I know that he’s not in the mood for playing.
His pause hurts almost as much as his next words. “Not right now.”