Enough(68)

“Yeah, you ready?”

I whimpered.

“You feel good?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely perfect.”

He moved back and snatched a condom from the floor.

While he rubbed my ass in slow circles, he moved his cock through my wet folds and rammed into my clit. Again and again until I panted, desperately needing him inside me.

“Okay, Red,” he murmured in my ear.

Coldness hit and then something pressed into my anus. Vibrations shocked me and I quivered with the pleasure of it. “Need you.”

He moved the vibrator in and out, just small movements but it sent me flying. I yelled as I climaxed again, this time more intense than the last.

I sprawled facedown on the bed, unable to hold up my weight. “You’re killing me.” I rolled over and forgot to breathe when I saw his fierce face alight with need, let alone his rock-hard cock. I sat up and scooted to him. “This needs help.” I kissed his tip then swallowed his shaft. His head fell back and his fingers dug into my hair. I stroked up and down letting my tongue flick and lick, especially at his tip.

“No,” he growled, and pulled out of my mouth. “I’m training you.”

“Yes, sir.”

His nostrils flared. “Give me your ass, now.”

After flashing him a saucy grin, I flipped over and pushed up to all fours.

This time he started with lube between my cheeks, pushing against the entry before inserting his finger—no pain or pleasure. Next I heard the buzz of my vibrator, then felt the point touch my pucker. Yikes, this worried me.

“Relax,” Dare instructed.

I touched my breasts, thinking of the way he always drove me higher, made me come harder, and pushed me until I had nothing left. A spike of pain and the vibrator settled in place. He flipped the button and the vibration began. A slow pleasure crested in me, not like when I came, but still a spicy pleasure.

I groaned and rocked my hips back into his groin. While I liked this, I needed more. He thrust into my pussy and I gasped. The vibration and his pounding rhythm played light against dark in the perfect mix. I pushed my ass into him wanting him seated as deep as possible.

“Dammit,” he groaned, but his driving rhythm slowed.

“No,” I protested, until his slow, grinding circles stole my words and my breath. I held completely still, enthralled by the exquisite torture he dished out.

Unable to contain the pleasure jolting through me, my voice became my release. Words and cries mixed with his guttural noises. I bowed my back so my ass shifted, changing the angle.

“Fuck.” He pinioned into me. “Come now, Red.” His growled order lit me up.

“Make me.” I barely got the words out.

His hand clamped my clit and the other twisted the vibrator in my ass. My body convulsed and I screamed my release and slammed my ass back against his groin over and over, greedy for the way he filled me.

I collapsed onto the bed and he followed me down, covering me head to toe, with his still cock buried in me. Somewhere along the way he’d removed the vibrator, but I’d been too far gone to notice. I sighed and struggled against sleep, wiggling so he’d move off me. In a minute, he lay beside me in bed then drew me into his arms. I drifted off to sleep.

I woke in a shadowed room and blinked, trying to adjust to the low light. Dare stared down at me, a smile on his lips. His hard cock pressed into my thigh.

“Hey, handsome.” I stretched and the sheet slid down my torso.

He kissed me in a soft, easy way.

“How do you feel?” He rubbed my ass.

To be honest, my cheeks burned with discomfort from the spanking, but I didn’t mind. “Great. I loved the afternoon lesson.”

“Ready to advance to lesson two?” Now his blue eyes sparked with mischief.

“Please.” I purposefully bit my lip.

He snarled and captured my lip in his mouth.

Suddenly my heart skittered, pumping blood faster through my body.

He broke the kiss. Apprehension chased anticipation, but I shut it down. I’d loved our earlier session and no doubt would love this too. Dare unlocked the wildest parts of me, as if his boldness brought it out in me too.

“We good?”

“Yes! Can we do it with your ropes?” I remembered the way they caressed my body and shivered.

A huge smile spread across his face when he brought one strand of rope from under the bed. “Kneel.”

He wrapped me in a coiled, snaking pattern over my torso and inner thighs. Somehow the rope ended in the same place on both thighs. He left my hands and legs free, remembering my worries from earlier. This time the rope was a negligee more than a restraint, and it thrilled me.

Dare tied complicated patterns with ease. Where had he learned this?