“Good. Now that we have that settled… Chloe, what’s wrong?”
“Um, yeah. About that contract. What exactly was in it?”
He nonchalantly waved a hand. “It’s an NDA. You can’t talk about this weekend to anyone, as in any of the details. Why?”
I felt a bit foolish. “I didn’t exactly read it, so I was wondering.”
He grinned. “Were you worried I was going to make you a permanent sex slave?”
My eyes bugged out. “How did you know?”
“You looked like the rabbit being pursued by a hawk. I won’t eat you. I take that back. I’ll only eat certain parts of you.” He smirked.
I lightly smacked his arm once he got into bed. “Stop teasing me. I’ve never done this before.”
“I know. Your innocence is one of the things that appealed to me.”
“How did you know I was innocent?”
“You stood out like a lightbulb at that party.”
“Hmm, that obvious, huh?”
“Do you know what a safe word is?” Ryan asked.
“Yeah.” Leeriness coated the word.
“Let me ask you… have you ever considered playing around with spanking or things like that?”
“Not really.” I felt a blush coming on as I admitted, “Maybe.”
“No maybes. Only yes or no,” Ryan said.
Was I really considering it? His gaze implored me for an answer. Before I could reconsider, I blurted, “Yes, but nothing over the top.”
Ryan moved forward and ran a finger from my clit to one of my nipples. “How about we do some light play, and I’ll give you a safe word. You can use it at any time. Okay?”
I exhaled and said, “Yes.”
Then, surprising me, he pinched it hard. I squealed, unable to suppress my reaction.
“Your safe word is Tom,” Ryan announced and chuckled.
“Tom? That’s my cat’s name.”
“I thought it appropriate since we’d be playing with your pussy,” he said with a wide grin.
Ryan knew my cat’s name. How was that possible? Before I could question him, he continued, “Now say it.”
“Tom.” I spoke with no hesitation.
“That’s my girl.” He pulled some ties off the bedposts. “On your stomach, love.” As soon as I flipped, he attached my wrists to the post with the silky ties.
His palm slipped down my arm to the center of my back and then to my ass. As his hand rubbed me, he said, “Now about that spanking…”
“What?”
“Naughty spanking, love.”
“Oh…” I had to think about it. “I’m not sure.” I turned my head and caught his smirk.
“How about we give it a try?”
I wasn’t sure spanking was my thing, but I’d also never imagined letting anyone tie me up. I nodded.
He winked before saying, “Inhale.”
My response to the first slap was whoa. This wasn’t your everyday tap. I could use my safe word at any time, but it wasn’t off-putting. Plus, curiosity got the better of me.
“Again?” he asked, and I silently agreed.
This time he didn’t have to tell me to inhale. I took a deep breath. In between what he’d called naughty spankings, his hand massaged my ass. After each time, he told me to take another deep breath. I was ready for this one, but I had to admit, I’d found a space between the sting and pleasure that had me completely turned on.
Right after the next tap, probing fingers dove deep inside, pushing against places in a manner no one had done before. He spread my cheeks wide, and a wet tongue found its place there, tunneling into my pussy. The man teased my clit until I was at the edge of orgasm.
Ryan’s next command might be one I couldn’t obey. “No coming. You’re not allowed to orgasm.”
“Uhhhh.” A long moan escaped me. “Please,” I begged.
“Please, what?” Ryan asked.
“Uh, sir?”
Ryan bent down and spoke into my ear. “Good girl.”
He lifted me up by the waist, and now my ass was high in the air. I felt a slight breeze hit my pussy and then whack.
“Ahh,” I cried.
“What’s your safe word?” Ryan asked loudly.
“Tom.”
“Do you need to use it?” he asked.
“No.”
Then my pussy was slapped again and again.
“Can I come?” I begged.
“No,” Ryan barked out.
I wouldn’t be able to hold off much longer. I shouldn’t have worried because Ryan asked, “How close are you, Chloe?”
“Close. Can I please come?” I pleaded.
Suddenly, a cock slammed into me, hard and fast. It shouldn’t have been possible, but I came instantly. I let out a long whimper, because it didn’t let up. It was hard and raw, and I wanted my orgasm to go on and on endlessly. I’d never felt so completely pleasured in my entire life. By the time it was over, I was breathless and limp, yet sated.
But it wasn’t over. When the cock was gone, I felt something slippery against my puckered hole.
“I… I’ve never—”
“What’s your safe word, Chloe?”
“Tom.”
“Do you want to use it?”
“No.”
Whatever was entering my backside moved in very slowly, inch by inch, and it wasn’t painful, but… weird. It made me curious again, so I said, “I want more.”