The Flirtation (The Submissive 10)

He hadn’t moved away in the time they’d been talking, and she was suddenly very much aware of his body towering over her. She could feel him even if she closed her eyes. It went beyond the spanking he’d given her. Some part of him connected with her inner being. She knew deep in her soul that it would never be like that with anyone else.

The mood in the room changed, and Simon must have felt it, too. His eyes grew dark and hungry.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he said.

“Will you show me, Sir?” she asked, teasing him a bit.

“Tell me.” He lowered his body just enough that he pressed her a bit further into the bed. Even the slight shifting of his body had her backside moving against the sheets. She was very much aware of all that had happened to her not long before. “When we’re positioned like this, is it like you thought it would be?”

He spread her legs apart with his knees, and the soreness from his spanking intensified.

“No, Sir,” she said.

“No?”

“It’s even better.”

That was all it took. He let out a sound that was something between a growl and a grunt, and he came up on his knees. Quicker than she thought possible, his pants were off and a condom was in his hand and he was rolling it on.

“You just shot my plan to go slow and easy straight to hell,” he said.

“Oh, thank God,” she said, wanting to sit up and touch him, but wanting to obey him more. Since he hadn’t given any instruction, she thought it best to wait.

His grin was both predatory and determined. “Have something against slow and easy?”

“No, Sir. Not on principle. But in this case, at this point in time? Yes, I have something against slow and easy.”

At odds with his words, his hands grazed the skin of her belly in a way that his light touch made goose bumps pebble up. “Knowing that almost makes me want to go slow and easy just because you don’t want me to.”

He rolled one of her nipples between this thumb and forefinger, ending with a sharp pinch. She gasped and arched her back, wanting to take more if it was his wish.

“I’ve wanted you for so long, Sir. I don’t care how you take me.”

He froze at her words, and she bit her lip. Dammit. She shouldn’t have said anything.

“I’m sorry, Lynne.”

Now she really knew she shouldn’t have said anything. They had gone from hot and heavy to melancholy.

“There’s nothing to apologize for, Sir.” And since he’d told her he wanted honesty from now on, she added, “I don’t mind talking about the past, but I’d really, really like to not talk about it right this second.”

He no longer looked melancholy. The desire and lust that had never truly disappeared from his expression had almost totally taken over. “I’m not opposed to delaying our conversation till later. On one condition, that is.”

“Anything, Sir.”

“Talk like that will get you in trouble with me one day,” he said, and though his voice held a bit of a teasing note, she knew he was being serious.

“Almost anything, Sir,” she corrected.

“Better.” He took her hands and brought them out to her sides so they were perpendicular to her body. “The condition is you have to keep your arms right there and don’t move them. If you move them, I stop what I’m doing and you won’t come at all this weekend.”

She vowed then and there, the room could catch on fire and she wasn’t moving her arms. “Yes, Sir.”

“You know I’m going to try really hard to entice you to move those arms.”

She grabbed on to the sheets. “I expected that, Sir.”

He didn’t say anything further, but lowered his head to her shoulder and began to kiss his way across and down her body. He even paid attention to both arms, kissing the bend of each elbow in turn.

She thought it was a pity she couldn’t touch him. It was evil and mean of him to deprive her of that privilege. But as he continued his way down, seconds before his mouth found her nipple, it struck her that maybe he’d had her keep her hands to herself because he doubted his control if she touched him.

While she’d expected him to be a thorough lover, she’d vastly underestimated just how thorough that could be. She was positive he didn’t skip one inch of her as he licked, kissed, and stroked his way down her body. By the time he finally lifted his head, she had twisted the sheets several times in her fists and was trembling with the strain to keep still.

“I’m impressed,” he said, and his voice was so calm and even sounding, she nearly cursed him out.

But she swallowed those words and took a deep breath. “I have to say, Sir,” she said, surprised that her voice didn’t mimic the tension she felt everywhere else in her body, “you surprise me.”

“How so?” He trailed a fingertip around her belly, and she moaned.

“When you told me you were a sadist, this isn’t how I expected you to torture me.”

He laughed softly and bent his head to bite where his fingers had been. She sucked in a breath as he blew across the wet spot left behind. Her belly shivered in the most delightful way.

“Expecting it to be a bit more like that?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Lucky for you, I have many, many ways to whip your body into a frenzy.” As if to prove his point, he pulled her legs over his shoulders and gave her ass a quick slap.

She yelped—she was still sore from his earlier spanking. But he didn’t stop there; he promptly teased her clit, and she almost released her hold on the sheets.

“Dammit.” She wrapped more of the cotton around her hands.

“Cursing in bed?” He raised an eyebrow.

“You bring out the bad girl in me, Sir.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“Definitely not bad, Sir. I rather like it.”

“Do you?” he asked.

The entire time they’d been talking, he’d kept up his teasing fingers along her inner thighs, dipping his finger into her slightly, but never deep enough to give her the relief she desperately wanted.

He was looking at her as if waiting for her to say something. What was it? She couldn’t think anymore with those fingers of his doing what they were doing. “I don’t remember the question, Sir.”

“That’s okay,” he said. “It wasn’t important anyway.”

She still had her legs on his shoulders, and she thought she would go crazy as she watched him slowly place himself at her entrance. She thought he would go fast, but once again he surprised her and ever so slowly pushed his way inside.

She arched her back. In the position she was in, she could feel everything. Him filling her up, the soreness of her backside, and when he moved his hands to pinch her nipples, she shuddered.

“You’d better not come without permission.” There was no trace of a teasing note left in his voice, and she knew she’d better hold on until he told her differently.

She bit her bottom lip, hoping the pain would help keep her from release. But as she was quickly learning, the pain just seemed to make it more intense.

“Please, Sir.”

He didn’t answer, but continued to push his way inside. So slow. He was trying to torture her by pleasure. And he was doing an excellent job at it. He held still for a second, and she took a deep breath, thinking she had taken him all. But just as she was getting ready to breathe a little easier, he thrust the rest of the way in.

She yelped and felt herself start to tighten around him, but she held off. She closed her eyes and concentrated as hard as she could, finally able to hold off the orgasm.

“Such a good girl,” he said.

“I’m not sure I can be for much longer, Sir.”