And that, coupled with the brush of his hand against my clit, had my whole body tingling with promise. And, yes, with the hope that maybe—just maybe—I would actually explode in Cole’s arms tonight.
He reached out and twisted my nipple hard, an interesting touch that had me gasping as a billion electrical sparks seemed to skitter all over my body to finally gather at my clit, taking me closer—so very much closer.
“You’ve stopped talking,” Cole said. “I want to hear. Tell me. Make me feel what you feel.”
“You’ve set me on fire. Like those stunt players who let the blue flames writhe all over their body. I think I’m the flame, Cole. I feel like my whole body is my center. Like you could brush the pad of your thumb over my nipples and I’d explode into a million pieces.”
“They are wonderfully sensitive,” he said, teasing my areola by drawing soft lazy circles, then flicking my sensitive nipple hard with his fingertip.
I cried out in surprise when he did that, and my sex clenched tight around his fingers, still deep inside me.
“I think the lady likes that. We’ll have to try nipple clamps next time,” he said, and I almost wept with joy knowing that there would be a next time.
I didn’t know exactly what I’d found in Cole’s arms. A new side of myself? A new type of pleasure? Was it just Cole I would react this way for? Or had I discovered an as-yet-unexplored side of my sexuality?
I didn’t know. All I knew for certain was that I would do whatever he wanted me to.
“Considering how hard I am and that I’ve got my hand in your cunt, this may seem out of the blue. But you crossed the line into bitch mode today, Catalina.”
“Bitch mode! I did not. I was just—”
“And that requires a punishment,” he said, firmly enough to shut me up.
“Oh.” I squirmed a bit, which had some rather delicious results from the way I rubbed against his hand.
“Have you ever been spanked?”
“No.” I meant it literally. I’d never even been spanked as a child.
“Turn around,” he said as he withdrew his fingers. “Over my knee.”
My first reaction was to ask him if he’d lost his marbles. But I knew he hadn’t. As far as sex went, my experience had been pretty vanilla, but I read books and magazines, and I knew spanking was reasonably common and, if the articles were any indication, highly arousing.
I also knew that it was very low on the serious BDSM totem pole, and I could only wonder what I’d graduate to once Cole decided it was time to remove the kid gloves.
The thought—and the possibilities—made me shiver.
“I like that,” Cole said, running a finger over my skin. “I like seeing you anticipating. Nervous. Excited.”
“I am,” I said.
“Too much for you?”
“Not even close,” I assured him, then almost melted in the long, slow burn of his smile.
I thought he would say something else, but all he did was tell me to bend over his knee. I felt a little silly, but that soon faded under the sting of his palm against my bare ass. I cried out, then sucked in air through my teeth as a warm tingly sensation spread through me, helped along by the soothing circles he stroked with his hand.
“I thought you would use a paddle or something.”
“And deny myself the pleasure of striking such beautiful flesh?” he asked, even as he landed another blow. Then another and then another. By the time he had given me eight solid smacks on the ass, I was so close I was certain that one more paddle would push me over the edge and send me tumbling into a chasm that I hadn’t entered in over a decade.
He stopped, though, leaving me turned on and bereft and confused.
He chuckled, obviously reading my expression. “You like it,” he said. It was a statement, not a question, but I nodded agreement anyway.
“Here,” he said, then drew me down to the floor and onto a soft, plush area rug. “I have to taste you.”
I expected him to have me lay down, then spread my legs. Instead, he was the one with his back on the floor. I straddled his face, spreading my legs so wide that the stretch almost hurt. Pain, he’d said, and he was right. But there was something about this position. About the pain in my inner thighs. About the angle with which his tongue flicked at my clit. About the way his left hand caressed my ass, soothing the still-stinging skin, and occasionally pressing me forward so that he could suck hard on my clit or fuck me deeply with his tongue.