Again that word, earthy and sweet in his mouth.
“You’re going to let me do it,” he continued, his dark eyes boring into her, “because you’re brave and strong, and because you need this. You crave it. You’re afraid, yes. But that doesn’t mean you don’t want it.”
She kept her legs closed as she staunchly asserted, “No. I don’t.”
A half smile lifted one side of his mouth as he moved closer. He slipped his hand between her closed legs, a hard finger pressing itself inside her.
In spite of herself, she leaned into the touch, spasming with pleasure.
His smile widened, his eyes sparkling. “Your body can’t lie, Lainey, even if your mouth does. You’re soaking wet, sub girl. Your little clit is hard as a cherry pit.” He flicked his fingers up over her clit, sending another shuddery spasm through her frame.
She couldn’t deny his words. She was so turned on she was actually shaking. The idea of his flogging her…cunt…was terrifying, yes. But it was also deeply, fiercely exciting—the ultimate challenge.
“Ask me for it,” he commanded, his fingers stroking and teasing her with nearly unbearable finesse. “Beg me to whip your hot, wet cunt, Lainey. Say it. Just like that.”
Heat again flamed in her face. No fucking way was she going to beg for anything.
His hand remained between her legs, fingers flicking and teasing, palm grinding. It felt so good, every sensation heightened by her burning skin and tethered position. Her legs had turned to jelly. She would have crumpled to the floor if she hadn’t been held up by her wrists.
Oh, god. It felt so good.
Jesus, she was going to come!
Abruptly, Cooper pulled his hand away, leaving her gasping and shaking, desperate for release.
“I said, beg me,” he repeated, steel now beneath his words. “‘Please, Sir. Whip my hot, wet cunt.’ Say it.”
“Please, Sir,” she heard herself gasp, without her permission. “Whip my hot, wet…cunt.”
She snapped her mouth closed, shocked and thrilled in equal measure. She had lost her mind, but she didn’t care.
He kicked at her ankle, and this time she spread her legs, her pulse racing. He took a step back and cocked his wrist. With a sudden flick, he brought up the leather tresses in a smacking sting of leather against slick, slippery flesh.
“Ow!” she cried, slamming her legs together.
“Stay in position,” he snapped, once more lightly kicking at her ankle. “You asked me for this, Lainey. You need it.”
The truth of his words resonated in her soul.
Her cunt ached and throbbed, longing for another stinging smack of leather. She spread her legs, heart pounding, limbs shaking.
He flicked the flogger up between her legs with a sharp snap.
“Ah,” she moaned, taking the heat deep inside her.
What was happening? Could it be he was right? Did she need this on some subterranean, primeval level? Was this what had always been missing?
“More,” she heard herself whisper on a ragged breath. “More, please.”
He struck again, harder.
Stars of pain danced before her eyes, but at the same time, something dark and rich glided through her body and soul. It covered her senses like honey, blotting out the last, lingering vestige of protest in her mind.
She groaned, her head falling back, eyes closed, mouth agape. Nothing existed but leather against flesh. Each stinging stroke lifted her a little further out of herself, until she left her body completely.
She was floating somewhere empty and pure. Wind rushed past her, lifting her higher into this strange, white peace.
She didn’t need to breathe or move.
She just…was.
When she opened her eyes, Cooper was standing in front of her, his hands firmly on her shoulders. Her arms hung at her sides. “Hey,” he said softly. “There you are. I think you must have passed out for a second. You okay?”
It took her a moment to make sense of where she was, or who this handsome man was looming over her. As her brain clicked back on, she smiled up at him, a delicious languor moving through her.
“I’m good,” she breathed, collapsing against him.
He lifted her into his arms and carried her over to the sofa, where he sat, still cradling her. “You were awesome,” he said, nuzzling his face against her hair.
She lifted her head, meeting his eye. “You were pretty amazing yourself, Sir.”
She said the word ironically. She couldn’t quite believe she’d actually called him that, and begged for a cunt flogging! What the hell had she been thinking? Had it just been the heat of the moment? She stiffened, looking away as she flushed at the powerful memory.
He gripped her chin lightly, forcing her to turn back to him. “It’s okay to feel what you feel, Lainey. You don’t need to figure it all out right now. Just be.”
As if on cue, the kitchen timer dinged. Cooper glanced at his watch. “Perfect timing. Because now I’m going to take you up to my room and make love to you.”