Alex ran his hands down her legs then back up. “You went all stiff, why?”
She must have taken too long to answer him because he smacked one butt cheek, hard.
“I just don’t think I’m that attractive.”
“But I do.” He squeezed both cheeks again. “I think this ass is delicious. It’s curvy, pert and very, very fuckable.”
Tara groaned and dropped her head onto the desk. Finally, Alex was touching her like she’d dreamed of.
“I also think you’re in need of a good spanking.” He leaned over her, pressing her into the desk. His body pinned her down, but he very carefully didn’t give her all his weight. “What is your safe word?”
In the club, all subs used red as a safe word, that way the dungeon monitors knew when someone was in trouble.
“I’ll stick with red,” she said. She couldn’t believe this was actually happening. Her biggest fantasy was coming to life.
“Good,” he said with satisfaction. His mouth was close to her ear, his breath tickling her cheek. “I’ve read your contract, I know your limits. You’re going to submit to me, Tara. There will be no holding back. You will give me everything.”
She shivered, a tinge of apprehension creeping up her spine. What if she disappointed him?
Alex moved back and she immediately missed the feel of him against her. Christ, how would she survive tonight? How would any other man ever measure up to Alex? He ran his hand up the inside of her thigh, pushing her legs apart. Cupping her pussy with one hand, he kissed his way down her back.
“So hot and wet. Is this all for me, sweetheart?”
It was almost embarrassing how wet she was. He’d barely even touched her and she was so ready for him. He ran one finger through her plump lips, gathering up the slick moisture.
“Y-yes, Sir,” she replied.
“Good girl,” he said with satisfaction as he flicked her clit a few times. Tara groaned as sparks of hot need fired through her body. “But as much as I’m sure you’re dying to come, you need to take your punishment first. What are you being punished for, Tara?”
God, who thought he’d be such a talker? Was he seriously expecting her to be able to think?
Smack! She jolted as his hand landed on her ass, leaving it stinging.
“Ow,” she complained.
“What did I say about answering me?”
Oh crap. What was the stupid question?
“Umm, I’m being punished for being late, Sir.”
“When you’re told to be somewhere on time, I expect you to be prompt, understand?”
“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry,” she said, as he continued to spank her. The sting eventually moved to a deep burning and she found herself relaxing as she embraced the pain.
She wasn’t into intense pain, but a good spanking could be like foreplay for her given the right circumstances. Sometimes a little pain was a very good thing. Alex moved his hand down to her thighs, spanking heavily. Damn him, that really did hurt.
“Sir, oww, that hurts.”
“It’s meant to, this is punishment.”
Alex slowed then stopped. He leaned down and kissed each cheek before kneeling between her legs and spreading her slick lips. He took a long lick of her juices.
“Oh God,” she cried.
“No, baby,” he said with a chuckle. “I’m Sir, not God.”
Tara rolled her eyes, safe in the knowledge that he couldn’t see her. Her breath left her in a huge whoosh as he flicked her clit with his finger. He thrust his tongue deep inside her and her legs went weak, her body tightening with each push of his tongue, each flick of his finger.