His entire face softened and a warm glow burned in his dark eyes. “So sweet and generous,” he murmured. “What did I ever do to deserve such an angel?”
He walked away from the bed and she felt the loss of his warmth, the touch of his gaze and the hands that had reverently caressed her body. He returned a moment later with rope and the crop and her pulse ratcheted up, her breaths puffing erratically from her lips.
“My angel is excited,” he said, approval flaring in his eyes.
“Oh yes,” she said. “I want it all, Drake. I want . . . you.”
He turned her, mindful of her knee, and drew both of her hands behind her to rest at the small of her back, and then he carefully wound the rope around them, testing to ensure that it wasn’t cutting into her skin. He left her once more only long enough to strip out of his clothing and then he returned, lifting her from where she lay on the bed.
He settled on the edge of the bed and then turned her facedown so that her belly rested over his lap and her legs dangled over the side of his leg. His hands roamed over her back, her shoulders, her ass and then lower down the length of each leg, each touch sending her up in flames.
He administered a light smack to one cheek with his hand and she immediately gasped. Then he petted the area, smoothing away the hurt as the warm burn of pleasure rapidly took over.
Then, as he’d done earlier in the living room, he stroked her back and ass with the tip of the flogger and before she could brace herself, he popped the crop down over the opposite cheek.
Fire singed over her skin, but as with the smacks with his hand, the pain disappeared, quickly replaced with the warm hum of decadent, forbidden pleasure.
“How many do you want, Angel? How many can you take?”
“As many as you want to give me,” she said breathlessly. “I’m yours, Drake. Only yours. I belong to you and am yours to do with as you wish.”
She could tell her response pleased him by the warmth and gentleness of his caress as he rubbed his hand over the area he’d just struck and the sound of approval he made.
“You were made for me,” he said, satisfaction in his voice. “And yes, my darling angel. You do belong to me and you are mine to do with as I please.”
He popped her other cheek, causing her to flinch and then moan as euphoria enveloped her like a cloud. Her knee and the events of the day faded to obscurity, forgotten, as he began to administer her spanking, each lash harder, stronger than the last.#p#分页标题#e#
He was careful not to overwhelm her, instead gradually working her up, from lighter to harder and as the pain increased, so did the indescribable pleasure.
“So fucking beautiful,” Drake said gruffly as he rubbed his hand over her throbbing flesh. “Your ass so red with my mark, my stamp of possession. Tell me, Angel. Do you want more? Or do you want me to fuck your sweet ass? Or maybe you’d prefer I ride the pussy that also belongs to me?”
She groaned, nearly insensible, so deep into the thick fog surrounding her.
“I want it all,” she whispered. “All you have, everything you can give me, Drake. Please. I need you so much.”
The words had barely escaped her lips before he straddled her hips, pushing her ass upward, spreading her with his thumbs, and then plunged hard and deep into her pussy. She nearly orgasmed on the spot. She closed her eyes, squeezing hard around him, trying to hold off her release as he began riding her hard. He was almost brutal in his possession, not pausing between thrusts.
He pumped into her over and over, his hips smacking hard against her ass, all the while caressing the burning flesh of her behind that she knew bore the marks of the crop.
“Drake!” she cried desperately. “I’m too close. I’m going to come!”
He withdrew, causing her to moan at the abrupt departure of his enormous erection through her swollen and ultrasensitive flesh. The edge of pain mixed with pleasure was a heady sensation and she closed her eyes, biting into her bottom lip to stave off her release.
Then she jumped when the crop slapped over her ass, fast and furious, peppering over every inch of her aching behind.
Not pausing in the flogging, he murmured in a husky voice, “I’m going to untie your hands so you can touch yourself while I fuck your ass, but do not get up on your knees or put any weight whatsoever on your stitches. Understand?”
“Yes,” she said with an edge of desperation.
The flogging stopped and he hastily untied her wrists and gently rubbed them to rid them of any residual numbness, and then he took her left hand and slipped it between her and the mattress until her fingers slid over her swollen clit.