rub down against his cock, which is large and outlined against the grey fabric.
I gulp.
Lord have mercy on me.
He steps out of his jeans, and since he works barefoot, he’s already half-naked.
Then he pulls down his briefs, really making this into a show.
A show worth any cost of admission.
I’ve been taught that if you see a man’s penis, you should politely turn your head. No one wants you to stare.
But I can’t take my eyes off it.
And it’s obvious Claudio wants me to look. He’s proud … and for good reason.
His cock is large, thick, and vaguely threatening. Like, if I don’t treat it well, it’s capable of some very sweet, severe punishment, the kind that keeps you coming back for more.
Eventually I close my mouth and look up and into his eyes.
Of course he’s got the cockiest grin. A cock like his would do that to you.
I swallow, rubbing my lips together, my entire body tense and on edge, wondering what’s going to happen next.
“Turn around,” he says, his voice dropping, becoming rough. His smile fades. “Bend over the stool.”
I stare at him, mouth agape again.
He stares right back, sliding his fist over his cock, his eyes squinting in pleasure as he reaches the thick base.
I am in trouble.
Somehow, I manage to get to my feet and turn around, bending over the bench so my behind is to him.
“No, no,” he murmurs. “That won’t do. Pull up your dress. Let me see your ass.”
I reach back and start tugging up the hem of my dress until it’s gathered around my waist. I have to say, it’s a wee bit easier to be on display this way when I can’t see his expression.
That said, I can feel it. His eyes are practically burning my skin.
Silence hums between us.
Finally he clears his throat. “I’m beginning to think that perhaps this is what I should sculpt.”
“Don’t you dare,” I tell him, adjusting myself so that my boobs aren’t as squished against the seat of the stool. “Are you just going to stand there or what?”
So bold, Grace.
And yet I don’t care. I don’t feel like myself right now. In fact, I haven’t really felt like myself since I got here. It’s all been leading to this moment, the chance to really do something freeing. To do something for myself.
Getting fucked by Claudio might be the best self-care possible.
“I don’t like to be rushed,” he says, his voice sounding like silk as it cascades over me. “I like to take my time. I have wanted this, dreamed about this, got off to this, and I am in no hurry for it to be over.”
But then I hear him walk forward.
A grunt of appreciation.
He runs his hand over the smooth curves of my cheeks. “You have tan lines from being in the sun. I don’t know why this is so sexy. Like I am seeing something I’m not supposed to.”
He pauses.
Then…
WHACK.
I jerk up, my fingers gripping the edge of the stool as the sting from his slap shoots through me.
The bastard just spanked me!
“Did you like that?” he asks, running his hand gently over where he just slapped me. “Was it too much?”
There is so much rough desire brimming in his voice, but at the same time, I hear his concern. Like he’s actually worried.
“Wasn’t too much,” I manage to say, licking my lips. “Do it again.”
I practically hear him grin.
WHACK, WHACK!
Both cheeks get it and I let out a cry of pain and pleasure. The sting somehow makes me focus on him, on what’s happening, on the feeling, instead of wondering. It’s like it’s anchoring me to this moment.
Anchoring me to him.
After a few more hits, he leans down and places his mouth where my skin is burning, soothing it with his lips and tongue, making me melt into a puddle of want. I want him inside me so badly, I’m positively aching for him.
“So,” he muses, pulling back as I feel a hand move to my hip, encasing me in his large, warm palm.
I wonder where his other hand is going, and then I feel it between my legs, stroking me.
I gasp, unable to stop the sound.
“You are so wet,” he says. “I was worried that I wouldn’t fit, but perhaps I might now.” He slowly inserts his finger inside me, one, two, three.
“Fuck,” I cry out.
“Say it again.”
“Fuck.” I pause. “Fuck me.”
He chuckles, a wicked sound. “I never thought I would hear you say such words, with so much desire. Of