“What I want to do to you is meant to pleasure you. Fear does not belong here, and does not belong in what we are experiencing together.” He kissed the side of her head and she was surprised at the comforting gesture. Luca didn’t seem like the type of man that would take the time to reassure a woman he was fucking, but he did with her and that went a long way in helping her trust for him grow.
“I just want to make you feel good. Trust me, baby. Trust me to take care of you.” He didn’t move and just let his words sink in. He seemed to be waiting for her reply.
“Okay.” The single word came out on her exhale. Luca gripped her chin and turned her so their lips met. The kiss was soft, sweet, so unlike the corporate high roller that she saw Monday through Friday. His demeanor was so unlike the persona he displayed that she was taken aback by it. When the kiss ended their eyes locked. His silent question hung between them and she swallowed, knowing what he wanted to hear and knowing she had to go with her instinct.
“I trust you.”
He didn’t smile, just leaned in and gave his response with a press of his mouth to hers. When his chest left her back, she buried her face in the mattress, breathing in the scent that was all Luca Harlow. There was no time for her to think about what-ifs as the feel of numerous strips sliding across her back and ass sent chills racing over her skin. It was a slow glide that enticed.
Over and over he teased her and she waited for the moment when he would apply more pressure to those strips. They felt like leather to her and she wanted to feel the streaks of white-hot pleasure/pain those tiny leather fingers would cause. The more she thought about it the more she became excited. Her pussy felt wetter, more swollen, and against all odds she wanted to come again. She may be sexually exhausted, so sated that she could hardly move, but she wanted more. A lot more.
Chapter Nine
Luca brought the flogger down on her ass for the fourth time and she strained forward. Every part of her back and bottom felt hot, sensitive. Endorphins exploded inside of her and the rush of pleasure had warm tears sliding down her cheeks and coating the silky sheets beneath her. There was no sound coming from Luca, just the steady noise of the leather strips zinging through the air before they struck her body. Every time she heard it, that whoosh through the air, her pussy would clamp down and her nipples would tingle. She was becoming Pavlov’s dog.
“Such a good little girl, Linden.” Another strike to her ass. “So responsive.” One more, this time on her inner thighs. She had since eased her legs open, loving that every once in a while a strip would graze her labia, causing a sharp lash that had her growing slicker. She wanted his cock in her, wanted him filling her. Most of all she wanted his dick in her ass. It was such a foreign desire, one that she never thought she would entertain.
He must have stroked her a dozen times before she was crying into the sheet for him to stop, for him to give her more. She could feel the individual crisscrossed lines covering her flesh, knew that he was watching her, tracing those lines with his eyes, with his fingers.
“Beg me to fuck your ass. Beg me to spread these red cheeks, covered with my marks, and shove into your tight little asshole.” When she didn’t answer right away he slapped her ass with his open palm.
“Yes, please. Do it. Fuck my ass. Fuck it hard.” It hadn’t been exactly what he wanted her to say, but he didn’t punish her again so she assumed it was good enough. Cool air shifted over her anus when he spread her cheeks. He moved her moisture from her pussy to the puckered hole and slowly started working the digit inside. There was a slight bit of discomfort, but when he added a second digit and started scissoring them inside of her, stretching her for what he was about to push into her. For several torturing minutes he fucked her ass with his fingers while his other hand ran circles around her clit. It was a slow burn of desire that made her desperate for him, but it wouldn’t get her off. She knew what he was doing, knew he was waiting for her to come until he was buried deep in her ass.#p#分页标题#e#
The sheets were bunched in her fists and she couldn’t contain the moans that continually spilled from her as he moved his fingers in her ass and teased her clit. Her pussy clenched, trying to grab onto something, but disappointment slammed into her when there was nothing for her to grip on to. He removed his probing fingers and replaced them with the very broad, very hot tip of his shaft. He was big and her hole was very small. Pain lanced through her when he tried to push past the tight ring of muscle.