She cried out as he sucked her clit hard, hovering on the edge of an orgasm. Glancing around, she checked that they were still alone. The need for release was almost painful, but even as Ivan let go of her ass to slip a finger inside her, she couldn’t come.
He stared up at her with a molten look. “Come for me, Alice.”
She shook her head. “I can’t.”
A slow grin spread over his face. “Stage fright?”
He draped one leg over his shoulder, opening her wider to push two fingers inside before lowering his head between her legs, again, this time to graze his teeth over her swollen clit. At the same time, he brought his hand down hard on her thigh. She jerked and cried out. She had to be twisted, but the sting felt good. He nipped her clit while raining a concession of fast slaps on her ass. The impact made her insides contract with pleasure.
“Harder,” she panted. “Please, Ivan, harder.”
The intensity of his spanking increased, not enough to hurt, but enough to heat her skin, set her nerve endings on fire, and drive her closer to the edge. Her moans echoed in the acoustic hall. When the next smack fell on the crack of her ass, just above her pussy, she almost came undone.
“Ivan, please.”
“Please what?”
“There. Just there.”
His hand came down, again, lower this time. “Like this?”
“Ivan!” She gripped his shoulders. “Don’t stop.”
He picked up his rhythm, using the thumb of his free hand to flick over her clit. One last thwack on her thigh just under her backside, and she broke. She came with a loud cry, her body convulsing with relief.
Ivan rubbed his palms over her bottom, both soothing and increasing the sting. She couldn’t decide which. She only knew she wanted him inside her. He didn’t disappoint. He sat down and pulled her into a straddling position onto his hard cock, impaling her in one, fluid motion. Gripping the bun at the nape of her neck, he tugged gently. Her body arched backward, pushing out her breasts. He kissed each nipple, and when he started moving, it was fast and hard. He slammed up, bouncing her body with each thrust. Chasing his own release, he fucked her feverishly. Seconds later, his face distorted with pleasure as he came with a grunt. He pumped until he was empty. Only when he was dry did he fall back with her pressed to his chest.
His breathing was labored. “Couldn’t last. Spanking you makes me so fucking hot.”
Her pussy clenched around his cock at the mention of the word, inviting a groan from him.
For a while they lay still, both catching their breath, until she became worried again about their exposed position. When she got up, he gathered her clothes. He used her panties to wipe away the evidence of their fucking. Completely at ease with his nakedness, he walked to the side stage to throw her underwear in the trashcan.
“That will give the technicians something to puzzle over,” he said with a grin when he got back. “In any event, I doubt you’ll want anything on your skin for a couple of hours.”
Her ass and thighs glowed with heat. She looked away in embarrassment, but he caught her chin and turned her face back for a quick kiss.
They continued to dress in silence, Alice occupied with her own thoughts. What she’d just done with Ivan was shocking. She never thought she’d be capable of anything so sinfully decadent and that she’d beg to be spanked.
After they’d finished dressing, he put his arms around her and pulled her into a hug. He dipped one hand under her dress, smoothing his palm in slow circles over her globes.
“No matter how hard you try to keep it a secret, Princess, you’re mine to fuck, when and where I want.”
She stared up at his face with a frown. Already addicted to his touch, she couldn’t even deny the statement, because as long as he was willing, she’d be begging.
He planted a kiss on her forehead. “What’s wrong?”
“What is this?” She motioned between them. “Us?”
His eyes became guarded. “What do you want, Alice?”
Could she afford to make herself vulnerable, again? Was he capable of feeling something for her after their history? If she didn’t ask, she’d never know. Finally, gathering her courage, she said, “Emotion?”
“You’re getting everything I’ve got to give, all of my fucking.”
That hurt with a sharp ache. “Then I’m no different than the hundreds of other women you’ve fucked.”
“You’re not like them,” he said, not even bothering to deny it. “I’ve never fucked another woman without a condom. They were a pastime, bodies to relieve an urge. You’re mine, the one thing in life that belongs to me.”
She pulled away so he wouldn’t see the tears in her eyes. “That’s what I thought.”