After several minutes, she was huffing heavily. He liked that she wasn’t a woman who expected the man to do all the work, though he was happy to do so, but he liked that Kimani wasn’t afraid of a little sweat and was capable of using her muscles. But that didn’t mean he was going to let her have her way.
“Ugh,” she grunted. “Maybe you can get off me?”
He laughed. “Not a chance.”
She tried to elbow him, but he caught her arm and bent it behind her back. He could tell she was pissed at him, but he couldn’t tell if her anger was strong enough to douse her arousal. To be sure, he slid his hand beneath her pelvis to fondle her clit. She gasped. He teased the nub between her folds till it became nice and engorged.
“You should just let me fuck you,” he told her. “Pet.”
While holding her arm behind her back, he started moving his hips again, drawing his cock out slowly, the sinking back in slowly. He kept a languid pace, occasionally pausing as if he meant to pull out of her completely. She groaned.
Seeming to run out of patience, she said, “If you’re going to fuck me, then fuck me.”
Fuck.
With those words, there was no turning back. He slammed himself into her, but withdrew mindfully, wanting her to feel every inch of his hardness before he shoved himself back inside.
“Jesus!” she cried out before a shiver went through her.
He changed the length and rhythm of his thrusts, finding a combination that would send her over the edge. He cupped the side of her head and pushed his fingers into her mouth so that she could taste herself.
“Fuuuuuck,” she wailed through his digits, just before she came apart, her body jerking beneath him.
He absorbed her thrashing, which sent a new energy surging within him. He let loose and pounded into her. The creaking of the bed, the sound of flesh striking flesh, her cries muffled into the bed, were all a heady cocktail that drew his orgasm fast and strong. It blinded him. His body became waves of euphoria. His head was somewhere in the heavens.
When he settled back down, he found he had successfully withheld the ejaculation, which meant he could continue.
He had noticed her friends peeking in earlier. By their hasty retreat, he was willing to bet they would wait for Kimani to emerge rather than come get her.
After giving her a moment to recover, he withdrew and whipped his belt from his pants. He pulled her hips up while he jerked her wrists behind her thighs. He bound them together with the belt.
“Wait! What—” she protested.
He inched back so he could admire her bent form with her arse up in the air. His breath stuck in his throat as he took in her perfect ass. Smooth and unblemished, it begged to be taken. She was in the perfect position for some serious arse fucking. All he had to do was ram himself home.
Instead, he reached between her thighs. His head swam with how wet she was. After fondling her till she moaned, he brought his fingers, coated with her desire, to her lips once more. “How does my pet taste?”
At first she hesitated, but she knew what to do. She parted her lips and allowed him to wipe his fingers on the inside of her mouth.
“I taste good,” she mumbled through his fingers.
Getting off the bed, he shed his pants, then went to one of the tall dressers and opened a drawer to find a crop. Back at the bed, he said, “Your safety word is ‘mercy.’”
He grabbed a buttock and dug his fingers into the luscious flesh. He massaged it, prying it from its twin so that he could see the delightful puckered hole between. Releasing the cheek, he gave it a quick smack. He tapped the crop lightly against her arse, the back of her thighs, the side of her thighs, and back up to her arse, warming her for what was to come.
“You’re going to thank me after each strike,” he told her. “Got that, pet?”
“How many—fuck!”
He had whipped the crop against a buttock.
“Your job is to count, pet. Nothing more. Let’s try this again.”
He smacked the crop to her other buttock.
“One,” she muttered through gritted teeth.
“And I want a ‘thank you.’”