ass. He’s such a good kisser, I run my hands along his chest and take hold of his shoulders. I’ve been kissed before but never like this.
Totally focused on our make-out, I forget about his hands on my ass—until he lifts a hand up and then slaps it back down on my ass, again. He hits the exact same spot as before and this time it stings.
I give another yelp of shock. “What are you doing?”
“You said I should show you…the consequences.” He breathes heavily between kisses as he pulls me close yet again. This time he slips a hand roughly down my front, stretching the lacey panties as he rubs his finger across my clit and slips it inside of me. I realize with surprise that I’m soaking wet. Is it from the kissing? Or from—
SMACK! He slaps my ass yet again with one hand, while massaging my clit with the other.
“You seem to be enjoying the consequences,” he remarks. He slips his finger out of me and brings it up to my face. “You’re sopping. Care for a taste?” I hesitate. In all my years of self-exploration, I’ve never thought to taste myself. “It won’t kill you,” he adds with a wink. His smirking tone sparks that defiant feeling in me again and I stick out my tongue, licking his finger tentatively before taking it fully into my mouth. It’s not what I expected. Kind of sweet. I feel my eyes widen slightly.
“You seem surprised,” he notes, looking sly.
Annoyed that he noticed my astonishment, I don’t respond. My mind keeps flashing back to his comment the night before. What had he said? I’m not going to beat you with a belt. Unless you’re into that. Those were his words. Is my body betraying me now, telling him that I’m into that kind of thing?
“Come here.” He holds out his hand and takes me to the edge of the terrace. “Just hang on to the railing,” he whispers in my ear. He places my hands onto the waist-high balustrade, so that I’m looking out into the city. He stands behind me, my back to him. The Vegas skyline stretches out in front of me, highlighted by the casinos and hotels along the strip. Well beyond the tall buildings, the sun is setting on the horizon. It could be romantic except…
SMACK! I feel another stinging slap on my ass. Again, I think of the belt from the night before. He’s wearing one today, too. Immediately after, David inches my panties down and slips his fingers into me. This little game of his is clearly arousing me, which I hate to admit. He pushes my panties all the way down and nudges my foot gently, telling me I should step out of them.
“Take off your bra,” he commands. “And turn around.”
I do as I’m told but glance nervously around the terrace.
“Nobody can see you,” he says, as if reading my mind. “Except the people on the street below,” he adds with a grin. “But they’re pretty far away so they won’t know what they’re looking at.”
I slip off the bra. I’m now standing in front of him, facing him, totally naked. He still has his slacks on but I can see the bulge growing through the material.
“Spread your legs.” He kneels in front of me. “And hang onto the railing. Don’t want you going over.” Without another word, he leans forward and flicks his tongue across my clit. I instinctively push my hips forward and grip the railing behind me tighter, leaning against it. He starts working his tongue more insistently against my clit and then slips a finger inside of me. I’ve never had a man do this to me before. The sensation of his fingers inside of me coupled with the moistness of his mouth on me is causing my legs to shake as I stand there.
It doesn’t take long until I explode under his tongue. I tilt my head back so far, I’m now seeing the Vegas skyline upside down. I hold back a scream as I watch it sprawl out in front of me until it disappears into the desert beyond. My knees buckle and I start to sink to the ground but he grips my thighs, one in each hand, and looks up at me fiercely.
“I didn’t say you could sit down.” My legs are trembling and weak, and the orgasm has left me spent. I want nothing more than to sink to the ground, even