Treasured (Masters and Mercenaries #22.5) - Lexi Blake Page 0,75
ass, hard, an indication her words had affected him the same way they’d affected her.
His hand raised off her butt. “It means that you’re mine.” Smack.
The first spank landed on her right cheek, and it hurt. He had a big, heavy hand, and he wasn’t fucking around with that smack.
She sucked in air and couldn’t stop the groan that came.
The sound was lost in the resounding crack of the second smack, landing on her left cheek. This time she yelped and clenched her backside, an involuntary response.
“Generally when performing a punishment scene, I prefer to spank subs when they have a plug in their ass.” He sounded so academic. “Usually with a small amount of ginger oil coating the neck of the plug.”
Tessa’s eyes went wide, and she lifted her head, neck straining to look back at him. “You know, Prof, you’re a dirty pervert.”
“Dirty, sadistic pervert, thank you.” He spanked her again, just as hard, and then two more swats in quick succession.
“My mentor at The Club was a man named Ben,” David explained. “He’s a highly intelligent man, a private investigator and former Navy SEAL. He taught me that I should always travel with a full box of condoms, lube, butt plugs, and nylon rope. He thinks they’re essentials in everyone’s go-bag. I told him that I’m a professor and I don’t have a go-bag, but now I think he might have a point.”
He stopped talking to spank her some more. Her ass heated, each smack not only stinging the surface of her skin, but making her ache, the heat penetrating deep. This was the kind of spanking that she’d feel tomorrow, the same way she would feel after a heavy squat session at the gym.
The next two swats landed lower, where her butt curved into her thigh.
“Ouch,” she hissed.
“Hmm, does that hurt?” He sounded only mildly curious.
“Yes, Professor, the spanking hurts.”
He was silent, and she winced. That had sounded more than a little bratty.
She heard the rustle of fabric, and a slick sound, almost like a zipper, but… Wait. She knew that sound. Tessa jerked her head up and looked back over her shoulder.
David had moved to the side so she could see him easier. That sound had been him whipping his belt free of his pant loops. As she watched, he folded it in half, buckle and tip held in one hand.
“Oh, shit,” she whispered.
David grinned, hooked a finger in the belt, and snapped it.
Her pussy clenched in reaction to the sound, and she was now so wet that she knew the crotch of her panties was soaked.
“Professor…you know how to use that?” Tessa wasn’t used to feeling unsure. That wasn’t who she was. She was capable and confident and focused.
His expression softened. “I do, but if you’re scared, I won’t.”
She liked the fact that he could move fluidly between roles, that he didn’t get thrown off when she needed to talk. “I’m not scared. I trust you. But you could get this moving.”
“I’ll move how slow or fast I choose, and you will mind how you speak to me.” This mild-mannered stern thing he had going, punctuated by the occasional hard, undeniably Dom-esque commands, were making her crazy. She needed him to rip her panties off and fuck her. She wanted his cock in her, his hips hitting her red, aching ass.
A whole body shiver wracked her, and her nipples, smashed against the desk, tightened painfully. She dropped her head back onto the desk, her breath fanning back against her face.
“Please,” she moaned, not even sure if he could hear her.
“Please what?” David’s hand smoothed over her ass.
“Please use me. Punish me. Play with me. Study me.” The words were raw and way too real. She swallowed, frightened not by him, but by the way he made her feel. Like she was home, like he understood exactly how to handle her.
Kyle’s words from earlier crept back into her head. Had she called off her engagement because somewhere deep down she’d prayed this one man existed? Had she longed for him before she’d even known his name?
She’d wanted to say “Stop screwing around and fuck me already.” She didn’t because she knew better. Knew that submitting to her Dom meant finding a kind of emotional and physical peace that she could never achieve on her own, and she needed it now.
That didn’t stop her from being wildly frustrated, and perversely, even more aroused by that frustration. By her lack of control.