tortured her breasts until the painfully erotic sensations were zipping southward, straight to her pussy.
Don’t move. Because her ass still burned from the spanking.
Oh, but she wanted to start lifting, moving up and down. He felt simply amazing inside of her, stretching her, filling her.
Taking his time, he played with her breasts until she couldn’t help wiggling on top of him.
“No moving, lass.” As if he’d been waiting, he rolled her nipples between his fingers, tightening painfully until her toes curled with the heady sensations.
Despite coming so many times already, the full feeling of his cock inside her and his rough fingers on her breasts created a slow throb of need.
“Ghost,” she whispered and could hear the plea in her voice.
“Do you, perhaps, want my fingers somewhere else?” His face was in the shadows, but she could hear the laughter in his words.
Reaching a hand down, he slickened his fingers in the wetness beside his erection and slid right over her clit.
“Ah!” At the burst of exquisite pleasure, she jumped.
With a tsking sound, he pinched her nipple in reprimand.
She couldn’t stop squirming as too many sensations assailed her. His thick cock inside her, the pain from her breast, and his clever fingers that still rubbed her clit on one side, then the other.
The ball of nerves felt as if it had swollen to an aching, sensitive tightness.
“Let’s see how obedient you can be, my professor,” he said softly. “Hands on my shoulders—so we don’t end up in the drink.”
The float bobbed as she moved. Thank goodness it was so wide. Carefully, she leaned forward and braced herself on his shoulders.
“Now let my hands guide the up and down.” He moved his hand from her breast to squeeze one well-spanked ass cheek.
Ow, ow, ow.
His fingers over her clit pressed harder. “Up, please.”
She lifted her hips, and the slow slide of him leaving her body felt sooo good.
His hand on her bottom tightened and brought her down, filling her with his thick shaft. He did it again, pressing on her clit to make her lift, squeezing her butt to make her drop down onto his cock again. “There you go; that’s the idea.”
Caught between a hand on her clit for pleasure and one on her ass for pain, she was kept rocking on and off his shaft.
Slowly. Too slowly.
Trying to speed up earned her a hard swat to her ass, and two hands gripping her sore ass cheeks, forcing her to move the way he wanted.
Pain was a hot liquid swirling through her lower half, bringing every nerve to a bubbling need.
“Please,” she whispered. “Please, faster, please.”
In the darkness, she saw the white flash of his teeth. “All right, pet. You’ve been good, so take the rest at your own pace.”
Gods, yes. She gripped his shoulders for leverage and started slamming down on him, harder, faster, and oh, she loved when he put his fingers back on her clit, stroking and sliding until everything thrummed inside her. Until she was gathered on the razor’s edge of need.
Every muscle strained to the quivering stage—and he slapped her ass even as he pinched her clit and sent her over the edge.
Great shuddering contractions of pleasure blasted through her and exploded again with his next swat on her bottom.
And he gripped her nape and her ass, holding her tightly against him, his shaft jerking inside her as he took his own pleasure.
Panting, she pressed her face against his neck, breathing in the lingering scent of his aftershave. Her heart was still slamming against her ribs as her muscles went limp, leaving her sprawled over him.
“The other submissives were right,” she murmured, “makeup sex is amazing.”
And the Colonel really was a sadist.
When he wrapped his arms around her and burst out laughing, contentment filled her. There was nowhere in the world she’d rather be than right here with him.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Making the rounds of the Shadowlands, Ghost was damned pleased at the change in the atmosphere.
Having better music helped. After requesting input from the members, he’d created new playlists, starting with dance-friendly, moving to aggressively rhythmic scene music, and ending with sensual tunes for quieter scenes and socializing. Tonight, however, he’d added interludes from Star Trek movies and the TV series.
To counteract Wrecker’s over-macho bullshit, Ghost had chosen a nerdy theme—a Federation Starfleet Celebration.
Star Trek done kink-style.
“Port windows” on the walls overlooked a black, star-filled galaxy. Scene areas resembled different areas of the Enterprise.
Ghost entered the back hallway. On the right, he saw Dr. McCoy’s medical clinic