Sophie's Voice (Sex and the Season 4)

She kissed his chest again, twirling her tongue around one of his nipples, and then she tilted her head up for a sweet kiss from her lover. Zach threaded his fingers into her hair and removed her hairpins, letting her blond tresses cascade down her back in a soft curtain. He lifted one of her legs around his hip again, grasping her buttocks. Sophie continued trailing her fingers over his hard chest, kissing his muscular torso.

Zach licked her neck, her shoulders. “God, you smell good. Like vanilla and sex.” He again pulled her up in his arms, holding her as she straddled him. “You’re so small, Sophie, so light. It’s like holding feathers.” He put her down and turned her around so her back was against his front. He kissed the side of her neck as he toyed with her breasts. Then he slithered down her back and kissed the crease between the cheeks of her bottom.

So good. She closed her eyes, reveling in his moist assault.

He turned her around again and kissed her navel, kneeling before her as though worshiping her. He rose a bit and took a nipple into his mouth. The hard nub throbbed for his touch. With his other hand, he toyed with the folds of her wet pussy.

Eyes still closed, she quivered, the sensations arrowing to her core.

Up again he glided to her mouth, continuing to torture her pussy with his fingers. A raw kiss, a kiss of two animals branding each other, frantic and hurried. He brushed his fingers over her nipples, and her pussy creamed. She began working the belt to his trousers as he tugged and twisted her nipple. Though it pained her to escape the nipple and pussy torment, she needed his cock. She knelt down before him and put her mouth over the bulge in his trousers.

“God, Sophie. You drive me insane.”

She smiled against his erection, pulling the belt off his trousers. He grabbed it from her and, quick as a jackrabbit, scampered around her and tied the leather strap around her wrists, capturing them behind her back.

“Oh!” she gasped.

“Is this okay, Sophie? I promise I will not harm you.”

Sophie trusted him. Trusted him with her life. Somehow she knew he would never hurt her and that his only quest was pleasure.

She nodded.

He moved back in front of her, brushed his trousers and drawers over his hips, and held out his hard cock to her. “Suck me.”

Sophie never considered disobeying. She took his arousal between her lips and sucked hard. She pulled back and licked the tip, longing to touch its warmth with her fingers. The fact that she couldn’t was oddly arousing.

Zach grabbed her hair and helped her find his rhythm, pushing her upon him until she nearly gagged and then seeming to know instinctively when to pull back. “Yes, sweet, fuck me with your mouth.”

Sophie swirled her tongue around the head of his cock and then took him to the back of her throat again.

She again fought the urge to gag but soon got used to the sensation.

“God, love, that’s wonderful.” Zach pulled his cock away from her and leaned down to kiss her lips.

They kissed with passion and desire, Sophie’s hands still bound behind her back. Zach stood, and Sophie slid up his body, kissing his taut abdomen and chest and then finding his lips again. Nectar trickled down her thighs. Something about being bound, about being completely vulnerable to him—she was hotter than an inferno.

Zach broke the kiss, turned her around, and prodded her toward the bed, bending her over it, her hands still shackled. He leaned down, his chest warm against her back, the fine hairs tickling her. He whispered in her ear, “I’m going to spank you now, Sophie. Tell me that you understand. Tell me that you understand why I need to spank you.”

And suddenly the truth came to Sophie in a sparkling vision. Zach needed to spank Sophie for the same reason that she need to be spanked. It was as integral to his psyche as it was to hers. He enjoyed it as much as she did, and it was part of his sexual experience. Who knew why they were both wired this way? Did it really matter, if it brought them both pleasure?

No, it did not.

“I understand,” Sophie said. “I understand perfectly. Tell me that you understand why I want you to spank me.”

“Oh, I do,” he said, nibbling on her earlobe. “I understand, Sophie.”

“Then spank me, Zach. Please. Spank me hard.”

He rose and…swat! His palm came down on her bare behind.

Sophie jolted, her pussy throbbing. Oh, God, how she wanted this—the pleasure-pain. She ached to feel nothing but his hand coming down upon her, longed to sink toward the depths of hell until—snap!—the agony transformed into nirvana, and instead of plummeting, she was floating to the heavens, each cell in her body bursting into a joy so thorough, so profound, that every horrible event in her past ceased to exist and only she was left.

A pure Sophie. An unbroken Sophie. A whole Sophie.

Unadulterated.

Real.