He then got a spreader bar and showing it to her explained that he was going to use it to keep her legs apart.
When he had her positioned as he wanted her he picked up the small whip and slapped it on his hand a few times. Turning to her, he took it and trailed it over her mouth, barely touching her skin. Moving it slowly and grazing her skin, he trailed it down her neck and over her collarbone to the top of her breasts.
“These are very sensitive, how would it feel if I were to use this here?” he asked, lightly smacking the top of one breast.
“Would it hurt worse on the nipple?” He smacked her nipple lightly next. He knew he wasn’t hitting hard enough to hurt, just light taps to waken the nerve endings.
“Oooohhhh,” she moaned.
He reached down and felt between her legs. “Like that did we, what if I did it a little harder?” He tapped her other breast a little harder, first on the top, then on the nipple.
Feeling the gush of wetness between her thighs he tapped each breast again, a little harder this time. He went back and forth between each breast until they were both red and her nipples engorged and swollen.
Leaning down he took one nipple in his mouth and sucked.
Theresa arched her back and moaned, wanting, needing more. She didn’t know how she could be enjoying this, but she was. She wanted more, she wanted Alan to use the whip on her clit and she wanted to see what else he could do with it. She didn’t know anything could feel this good.
“Oh God, that feels so good, Sir, please.” She couldn’t help herself. She wanted and need more, bucking her hips and trying to get him to touch where she needed touched.
“Shh, I said no talking,” he said as he reached down and pinched her clit, hard.
“Aahhh,” she screamed, feeling her orgasm start. “I’m coming, I can’t help it.”
Reaching down, he manipulated her clit until she was
hanging limp and spent. He quickly unfastened her and flipping her over his shoulder moved her to the bed. Laying her down, legs still attached to the spreader bar, he walked to the wall and grabbed a medium-sized paddle.
Laying the paddle on the side of the bed beside the small whip, he lay down beside her and pulled her into his arms. Kissing the top of her head, he held her and rubbed her back, soothing her down from her orgasm.
Talking quietly, he told her what a bad girl she had been by talking and coming without permission and all the things he had planned for her. He couldn’t believe how perfect she was. So far she had taken everything he had dished out and wanted more. He had never seen a woman who would let go the way Theresa did. She was perfect for him. He was never going to let her go.
Chapter Eighteen
Once Theresa had come down from the intense orgasm Alan had given her, he attached her hands to the top of the bed and fastened the spreader to the foot.
Then taking the small whip he gently tapped her mound. Using one hand he spread her folds and tapped her clit with the whip, not applying too much pressure until he saw how she responded. Gradually increasing the pressure, he brought her to orgasm again and again. Eventually, she was worn out and no longer responded. Alan knew he had pushed her enough for one session and, removing his pants, lay down beside her to let her rest before they continued.
He held her in his arms and let her rest, soothing his hands over and over her body. He couldn’t seem to stop touching her.
After she had slept for about an hour, he woke her, unable to hold his lust back any longer. Crawling over her, he slowly inserted himself into her welcoming warmth, not waiting until she was fully awake. Holding himself back, he slowly pushed in. He took her mouth and slipping his tongue between her lips, explored her mouth, thrusting with his hips in the same rhythm.
Theresa became awake as she felt Alan crawl over her and work himself between her legs. Her arms were still attached to the head of the bed and her legs were still attached to the spreader bar. All she could do was kiss him back and take what he gave her.
He moved slowly between her legs, and her brain screamed more and faster. With his mouth covering hers, all she could do was accept what he was doing, hoping he could read her body and understand she wanted more. Thrusting her pelvis toward him, she accepted him in.
Alan felt Theresa’s response and thrust harder and faster. Reaching one hand between her legs, he rubbed her clit and brought her to orgasm again, and again before he came himself.
Collapsing on top of her, he lay panting for a few minutes, before moving to the side. Catching his breath, he went to the bathroom and cleaned himself, then took a warm cloth and cleaned Theresa. He removed the spreader and released her hands. Pulling her on top of him, they once again slept. The paddling could wait.
Waking several hours later, Alan decided to take Theresa home. He still owed her a punishment, but it could wait. He just wanted to take her home and cuddle her for the remainder of the night.
The next morning Alan woke before Theresa, he had a message from his lawyer on his phone. The news was not good. Apparently, Theresa had used the same lawyer Joe’s father had used. The man was a fool. He had drafted deeds for the house in Theresa’s name and in Joe’s and was trying to get money out of both of them. Hopefully Theresa had copies of the wills showing that the house was left to her, if not there was going to be a big battle. Even with copies of the wills, there would be a court battle.
Chapter Nineteen
Alan didn’t really want to tell Theresa the news, but couldn’t keep it from her. He woke her and after she had showered and dressed, he took her out for breakfast.
“How do you feel about taking a drive, you don’t have to work today, is there anything else you need to do?” he asked her, thinking he would take a drive and talk to her then.