Yeah, probably not good answers.
“Aroused, Sir. I need you.”
“Do you like the flogger?”
“Yes, Sir. I’d like you inside me more, though, Sir.”
He chuckled. “Very honest.”
But instead of untying her, or hell just fucking her against the cross, he flicked the flogger over her back again. It landed over and over. Thud. Thud. She drifted on a sea of foggy pleasure. Her skin heated. Her mind emptied. He stopped. Teased her. Brought her back into the here and now with his finger on her clit and his mouth speaking of all the dirty things he’d like to do to her.
By the third or fourth time he’d stopped to tease her, she was shaking, sweat coated her body and her need was so great she swore she was going cross-eyed.
“Do you need me, pet?”
“Yes, Sir. So much.”
“What do you want me to do to you?” he asked, reaching around to tug on the chain that connected her nipples. Pain, sharp and clear, sliced through her, followed by a pleasure so deep and hard that she shuddered, nearly coming there and then.
“I asked you a question, pet.”
What did she want? “I want you to untie me then bend me over and fuck me, Sir. Please. Please. I want to come. I need to come with you inside me.”
He kissed his way over her shoulder. “Very well.”
Shit. That was easy.
He quickly untied her, pulling her gently back against him. She whimpered as the hot skin of her back, ass, and thighs rubbed against him. He reached around and undid one nipple clamp. She bit down on her lip, breathing through the rush. Then the other one followed. Oh, fuck. Then he drew her up into his arms, carrying her as he walked towards a spanking bench.
“I cannot hold on any longer. You did so well, pet. So beautiful in your submission. And in your honesty of what you needed.”
He helped her stand then climb onto the spanking bench. It was the same one they’d used the first night she’d come to the club. She knew that wasn’t a coincidence.
He ran his hands over her ass. “I spanked your ass here that first time, do you remember?”
She looked back over her shoulder at him, knowing her love was on her face. “Yes, Sir.”
“I wanted so badly to fuck you. But I held back because I wanted our first time to be alone.” He moved back to where he’d left his pants and grabbed a condom out of one packet, sliding it onto his cock before he grabbed hold of her hips then slid inside her. She groaned at the feeling of fullness. She clenched down on him.
“Pet, you feel so good around me. I worried I wouldn’t be able to control myself that night, that as soon as I got inside you I would come.”
He drew back then drove inside her again. “It’s like that every time. I want you more than the last.”
“Me too, Sir. Me too.”
He moved harder. Faster.
“Will it always be like this?” she asked.
“It damn well better be.” He reached beneath her to play with her clit. “Of course, it might just kill me.”
She let out a laugh that turned into a groan. “You and me both, Sir.”
“You are my everything, pet. No matter what else happens, always remember that you hold my heart.”
She screamed as she let go, his words sending her crashing over the edge and into bliss. He followed her over, his own yell of release drowning out hers as he gripped her tightly. When she drifted back down, he was placing soft kisses over her back.
“You are my soul.”