Love and History(26)

Catching her tensing her thighs, he slid a finger along her slit and found her soaking wet. “I think you need a break from spanking.”

“No, please!” she begged.

Kneeling behind her gorgeous ass, he pressed along her body and bit her earlobe. “I want to fuck you. Are you using your safe word now?”

“God, no. Fuck me, please, Master. I need it all.” She licked her lips and tried to move or to kiss him. It was wonderful to see her try and want him.

“You do.” He grabbed protection from the nightstand. “You’ll be here every night from now on. Whether we play or not, I need to make sure you never get so desperate and ignored again.”

“Thank you, Master.” Her lips quivered as she relaxed.

They’d never be alone again. He hadn’t proposed, and he didn’t need a collar on her. All he needed was her close to him for now. Sliding into her, he felt her tense and relax for him. He thrust slowly, and her hips rocked for more.

He wanted to see her face. Grabbing her shoulder, he titled her torso back on the bed while filling her cunt. She arched her back, showing off her great breasts for him. Her pussy tightened as he picked up the pace. As he shook the bed and made her moan, he grabbed the crop and rubbed it over her tits.

“Please!” she begged.

He’d never hit her with something while fucking her. He’d never hurt her when he could slip. He let the side of the crop glide around her nipples, and it calmed her. The distraction let him last a bit longer. He’d been missing her insanely every night. Finally, he dropped the implement and teased her clit.

“Master, please. I’m going to come.” Her entire body tensed.

“Not yet.” He grabbed her punished ass cheek as he fucked her harder. His other hand teased her clit to keep her right on the edge.

When her knees started to lift, he saw her losing the battle. It’d been so long for both of them it felt almost cruel. “Now, come for me hard.” He tapped her clit with his finger like a Morris code message in an old war movie.

Her raw scream threatened to wake the neighbors, but he watched her smile as she came. He filled her over and over, and she moaned. “Thank you, Master.”

“You’re not done.” He held her breast and flicked the nipple as his arousal built. The sight of her tied up and smiling made him come harder than ever. Pulsing with relief and pleasure, he knew he could keep her happy and challenged.

He kissed her breasts and her lips but pulled back when she tried to deepen it. Dumping the used protection, he studied her. He slid his spent cock in her mouth and watched her suck eagerly. “We should get tested so we don’t need protection anymore.”

“I’m on birth control now so once we’re tested we can forget the protection,” she offered.

“Good. We’ll talk about that later.” He kissed her forehead and grabbed the crop. “Your ass isn’t pink enough yet. Do you want more?”

“Yes, Master.” She arched back.

Bridget was flying high. The orgasm had left her body buzzing, but he’d been too easy on her rear. No doubt he wanted to make her squirm with anticipation. She loved the waiting almost as much as the sting the days afterward.

When he landed another smack, she sucked in air. Another didn’t come quickly, and instead, she felt lube between her ass cheeks. He couldn’t be hard again already, could he? Toys? She craned her neck, but he pinched her rear.

The press of a butt plug made her pussy cream. He hadn’t played with her there yet. They had forever, of course. He wanted her to move in and be there every night with him. When he’d said he loved her again, it had almost made her come. The words worked on her even more than the crop.

Her body stretched for him as he wiggled a medium butt plug until only the plastic tip was on the outside. She didn’t need to see it to feel the wide end as her muscles pinched where the plastic narrowed.

Then the crop landed again, closer to her crack. Gasping, she fought the urge to roll on her stomach and stick her bottom up in the air. The plug made her whole ass more sensitive, and his crop work was good. Confident but careful. Not too gentle and not too hard.

No wonder people had wanted him in clubs. Now, she was his, and he’d only do this for her. “More, please, Master.”

“Roll on your stomach,” he ordered.

“Thank you,” she moaned and rolled.

He rubbed the crop over her ass, gave the plug a little nudge then teased her other cheek. “You’re mine.”

“Yes, Master. All yours.”

The crop landed in the center of her ass, right where the most weight ended up when sitting. She groaned. Work would be so much fun tomorrow! “More, please.”