She groaned, but nodded again. Oh Lord, her cheeks were burning.
“Anything else, baby?”
“Umm, Stephan used this flogger on me. A soft one, not that one he used later on.” She shuddered at the memory.
He ran his hand up and down her back. “What about spankings? Did you ever enjoy those?”
She shook her head, burying her face against his chest.
“Oh no?”
“No,” she replied firmly.
“You wouldn’t be lying to me, would you, Jacey? Because I can soon check whether you are or not.”
“Spankings hurt, they’re not fun at all.”
“Have you never dreamed about getting an erotic spanking, Jacey? Or about being turned over a knee and having your butt paddled as punishment for being a naughty sub? Hmm?”
“No!”
“Well, shall we just test that? Spread your legs.”
“Derrick,” she moaned.
“Jacey,” he said more firmly. “Spread your legs now.”
She was wearing one of the long, flowing skirts he’d bought her and he easily pushed the material up to her waist to reveal her soaked panties.
“Pink panties, very pretty.” He cupped her mound. Jacey was grateful that she’d shaved in the shower this morning as he pulled her panties to the side and dipped a finger into her soaking wet pussy.
“Hmm, very wet.”
Embarrassed, she attempted to close her legs.
Derrick kept his hand where it was, turning his face to look at her sternly.
“Jacey. Part your legs.”
Oh God, that voice. The command had her slowly opening her thighs.
“Good girl.”
Her heart lightened and she relaxed slightly. He ran his finger up her slit, tapping it against her swollen clit, circling it, tapping it, circling it again.
Jacey leaned her head against his shoulder, her breath coming faster as she moaned softly.
“Wait until you have permission, Jacey,” he told her.
A low whimper escaped as she tried to gain some control over herself. Then he thrust a thick finger inside her and she clenched around him as he used his thumb to manipulate her clit.
“Derrick, please,” she cried.
“Tell me how that feels,” he demanded.
“Good.”
He chuckled. “You’ll have to do better than that if you want to come.”