Instead of answering him, she closed her hands around him and gripped him.
He hissed and pumped his hips, fucking into her fists. He grew even harder. It was time to push the uncertainty away and go for it. This was what she’d been waiting for. To be with him, experience him completely and without inhibition. When he thrust again, she gripped him tighter. Though she had limited mobility, she rose to her tiptoes and tried angling him to her entrance. The tip barely breached her—
He pulled back, out of her grasp, and another slap came down on her ass.
He tsked. “I know you’re eager, but this goes at my pace.” He palmed her ass again. She heard movement behind her and then, sweet Jesus, his mouth was on her heat.
“Oh, God, yes.” She sighed, and her whole body relaxed, letting the table completely support her weight—her legs turning to little better than jelly.
He was on his knees, mouth between her legs, and nothing ever felt better.
“You’re wet,” he said, trailing his tongue along her slit. “Wet just from the spanking.” He buried his tongue deep and she moaned. “You like getting your ass slapped?”
She arched further and nodded. Words were too difficult to come up with in that moment. And when he stopped, she whined, “No, no don’t stop.”
“Then answer me.”
“Yes,” she groaned. “I like you spanking me. It’s…a mix of things.”
“Mix?” He returned his mouth, licking her clit, then sucking on it. She forgot how to speak, but when he started to pull away again, she found her voice real quick. Anything to get him to stay.
“Y-yes, a mix of feelings. It hurts, but it also feels good. I…I can’t explain it. I just like…”
When his tongue covered her entire sex, drinking her down and rubbing every nerve ending, she was on the brink of coming.
“What do you like?” he rasped against her hot flesh.
“I like how you take me over,” she said.
It was the honest truth, and once she said it, everything made more sense. She wanted to be strong, wanted to be a woman that knew herself and had experience, but she wanted to belong. Belong to him. Because he made her feel seen, wanted, needed, crazed. All of it wrapped up into their banter, their connection, their completion. It all lead to this. The moment of feeling totally taken over while feeling stronger than she’d ever felt. How exactly he brought that out in her, she still wasn’t sure.
“I like taking you over,” he said, sliding one finger inside her sheath. He pumped in and out a few times, then added another finger.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “You’re tight, darlin’. I wanted to wait. To make you come around my cock—”
“I want that!” she shot out, terrified he was prepping to leave her.
A low chuckle came, and the sound gave her goose bumps.
“I want that, too. But I need you soaking for that. Otherwise it won’t feel as good.” With two fingers buried deep, his mouth returned to suck her clit.
“Oh!” she cried, her breath fanning over the table. She let him pleasure her body like he owned it. Because in that moment, he did.
No one knew her body like him. Not even herself. An impressive feat considering they were still at the beginning of their “two-week exploration program.”
But he cared about her pleasure. Cared about her body. She’d been right to trust him. Whether he knew by her pause when she felt his cock for the first time or just assumed she’d need extra preparation, he was taking care of her. And as her heart melted, her whole body followed.
Every muscle tensed as he stirred his fingers in and out, the glide of that thickness disappearing inside her slickened more with her arousal. He flicked his tongue over her clit while fucking her with his hand. Over and over. A steady pace that kept her on edge and drowned her in bliss. It was a tortuous ecstasy, and she needed to come.
“I’m wet, I promise,” she said. She was ready for more. His fingers no longer enough. She wanted him. All of him.
“I know you are, darlin’. You’re doing so well.” He pumped again and again. “I still need more though.”
“Please,” she whispered, her bound wrists fidgeting. Damn it, she needed him so bad. Needed him to fill her body, to take her wild and hard and entirely until they both couldn’t breathe. The teasing was becoming too much. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”
“Yes.” He rose, pulled away from her body, and moved so she could see his face. He raised his fingers, the ones that had just been inside of her. They were glistening.
He smiled and met her stare. “I’m doing this to you.” He licked his fingertip, then with a sexy grin, went back behind her.