Looking Inside

“I . . . Give me four more. Spank me.”

“Good girl,” he murmured, and she heard the smile in his voice despite how roughened it was with lust. “I’m going to move my hand off your shoulder, so bend your knees a little more to steady yourself. Eleanor,” he said when she just panted. She was so aroused, she was having trouble interpreting speech. He repeated the instruction, and she did what he’d asked. “That’s right. Hold steady.”

He squeezed one buttock in his hand and spanked it with the other. She gave a surprised cry at the act.

“Too much?” he asked tensely.

“No,” she managed, but it was a lie. Her pussy was enflamed and her butt burned and there was nothing to relieve the pressure. She’d combust from the tiniest spark. She was going mad.

“Good. Only three more strokes.”

He squeezed her other cheek, molding it to his palm. Her heart lodged at the base of her throat, she waited. He spanked her ass briskly. Air popped out of her lungs. She moaned in misery.

“Just two more,” he said, and she knew from the tension in his voice he was just as aroused as her. “You count them off, Eleanor.” He squeezed an ass cheek, holding the flesh captive for his spanking hand. He swatted her.

“Fourteen,” she gasped.

“Last one.”

Sensation burst through her as he smacked her burning ass again. “Fif—”

But before she could ever finish the count, Trey’s hand was on her shoulder and he was lifting her from her bent-over position. She suddenly found herself pressed tight against his hard length. His mouth seized hers, and she was drowning. It was like being kissed by a furnace. He overwhelmed her. Then his hand was cupping her sex. Her lungs locked and her eyes sprang wide.

“Jesus, you’re soaking wet,” he said, sounding agonized. The ridge of his finger slipped between her labia and rubbed her clit. Eleanor tensed and mewled. It was the stimulation she’d needed for so long now, but been denied with her hands bound behind her back and the position he’d had her take with her legs spread. Her breath was siphoned out of her lungs as a huge wave of orgasm loomed. He thrust a finger inside her while he rubbed her outer sex. His other hand grasped a burning ass cheek. He flexed his arm, pushing her against his fingers with insistent force.

She screamed and ignited. Pleasure roared through her.

The next thing she became aware of was the sensation of Trey’s whiskers abrading her neck and jaw. His lips plucked at her mouth urgently. His hand still moved at her sex as climax seized her. She opened her eyelids sluggishly, her eyelids widening when she saw the blazing quality of his blue eyes.

“Okay?” he asked.

She nodded, gasping.

“Then come over here,” he said, his mouth slanted in a hard line.

He turned her in his arms and guided her a few feet, halting her when they were directly in front of the window. She could see their reflection. Eleanor dazedly realized that while she was naked, he was still completely dressed in jeans and a button-down shirt. She opened her mouth to comment on the disparity, but he pushed gently on her back and shoulders.

“Bend over,” he said, and she heard it

: the strain and tension in his voice. He was a man about to break. And he was going to break on her . . . in her.

She bent agilely, her body still humming with recent pleasure. She may have just come, but she was eager for this. In the window, she saw him tearing at the button fly of his jeans, his actions terse. He reached in his back pocket and withdrew a condom, then jerked his jeans down over his ass. He stretched the waistband of his boxer briefs out and down. His cock sprung free, the shaft thick and long, the head fat and succulent. It brushed against her tingling ass. She sensed its weight . . . his burning arousal.

“Trey,” she said shakily.

She saw his head go up. Their eyes met in the reflection.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, Eleanor. You’re so beautiful. You make me crazy.”

She couldn’t think of how to respond to his blistering intensity. She just watched him in the window as he rapidly rolled on the condom, her breath starting to come in jagged pants. He put both of his hands on her ass, his thumbs digging gently into the flesh of her buttocks. He moved behind her.

“Your ass is bright pink,” he muttered. He lowered his hand to his cock. “Is your pussy as hot as your ass?”

She felt the head of his cock push against her entry and gasped. He penetrated her, his rough moan vibrating in her ears. “Oh yeah. Even hotter,” he groaned, answering his own question. His hold on her ass tightened. He thrust his hips firmly. He carved into her, and her flesh melted around his hardness. He thrust to the hilt, fitting his pelvis against her ass. Her cries mingled with his guttural groan.

“Hush,” he said, circling his hips and grinding his balls against her outer sex. Eleanor realized she’d been wailing like a banshee and halted herself, gasping for air. She’d never felt so full. So incendiary. His thumbs dug deeper into her spanked ass. “This is for me, Eleanor. This is what’s going to happen every time you tease me. You’re going to get it. Hard. Now, hold still and take it.”

He drew his cock out of her. Eleanor turned her head, watching his reflection as he watched himself screw her. When only the head of his cock was buried in her, he flexed and thrust deep inside her again, making the air gasp out of her lungs.