His to Command

Matt stifled a groan. Her words were killing him, sucking the strength from him. She owned him. But he didn’t care right now. He wanted to give her what she wanted.

He smacked her again and she moaned. Again and again his hand clashed with her flesh, the smacks sounding loudly in the silence of the room.

“Oh, yes.” Her breathy words ground through him.

God, he wanted her right now. He would love to pull aside the crotch of her thong and drive right into her. But he wouldn’t. That’s not what she’d invited him to do. He smacked again and her ecstatic moan thrilled him.

He sensed she was close to orgasm. He didn’t know if the spanking would take her all the way there or not. And he didn’t want to keep hitting her. To bring her release, he’d have to go harder, faster. Her skin already sported an angry redness.

He wanted to caress her. To bring her pleasure. So as he smacked her again, he stroked her ass with his other hand. Then glided his fingers between her legs. Fuck, she was wet. He smacked again as his fingers slid beneath the crotch of her thong.

* * *

Kate’s breath caught as she felt his fin

gers glide under her thong. He smacked and she cried out, then the rising pleasure blossomed as his fingers slid over her slick opening. She gasped at his sure stroke, pleasure pummeling through her. Smack.

“Oh, Sir. Oh—” She gasped as he found her clit. “Oh, please, yes.” She sucked in air as his fingers glided inside her, his other hand smacking again. Her whole body vibrated in need as she relinquished herself to him. A swell of intense sensation rose within her and she moaned her release. Ecstatic joy blasted through her and she arched against his hand, then wailed. The agony of her release shattered through her.

* * *

Matt couldn’t believe the intensity of her orgasm. He practically ejaculated on the spot. But he held it back. That wasn’t what this was about.

But what was it about? Did she just want to assuage her guilt for walking out on him? Did she just want to get off?

Two years ago, he’d been sure she’d been as in love with him as he was with her, but he’d grown to realize that wasn’t true. And she hadn’t denied it a few minutes ago when he said he’d believed she’d wanted to end the relationship with him.

But right now, he felt close to her. Just like he had before. He felt love for her.

Damn fool that he was.

He put his hands on her waist and drew her to her feet. She turned and faced him. Her face was aglow. Soft. Feminine. Radiant from the pleasure he’d just given her.

God, he wanted her so badly.

She gazed deep into his eyes and seemed to recognize his need. She tipped her mouth up. The tip of her tongue glided over her lips.

Fuck, he couldn’t help himself. He took her in his arms and kissed her. Her soft mouth yielded to his. He drove his tongue into her, needing to possess her.

* * *

Kate melted against him. He took her mouth with confidence, his tongue gliding deep, exploring her with authority. Her insides ached in need. Her nipples drove into his chest, longing for his attention.

But there was something she needed even more.

His mouth withdrew and he gazed down at her.

“Fuck, Kate, the way you’re looking at me…”

“I want you to…” She drew in a shaky breath. “I need…”

His hands tightened around her shoulders.

“What is it? What do you need?”

She couldn’t just ask him. But … she could … beg. Like she’d done so often in the past.

“Please, Sir. I want you to fuck me.”