‘Still a little tender?’ he enquired as he quickly disposed of his own clothes.
‘A little,’ she confessed shakily.
‘But not too tender,’ he said, and she shook her head.
‘Good. Here, I think I should take off that diamond pendant as well. We wouldn’t want it to get broken, would we?’
Her head whirled whilst he undid the clasp, then placed the pendant on the vanity along with his expensive looking wrist-watch. He hadn’t taken his watch off last night, she recalled. But then he hadn’t spanked her last night.
Oh, God.
Her heartbeat went up another notch.
‘We’ll have a shower together first,’ he said. ‘But no touching from you, beautiful. You are way too good with your hands.’
Ben turned her back to him whilst he washed her, making her moan when he rubbed the soapy sponge back and forth between her legs, her peach-like buttocks clenching tightly together when he moved his attention to them. By the time he switched off the water and turned her to face him, he knew she was ready for him to do whatever he wanted. Her eyes were glazed over and her lips had fallen apart as she panted for breath.
Ben thought she had never looked more beautiful or more desirable. He almost decided to bypass the foreplay in favour of straightforward sex but he suspected Jess was by now looking forward to the experience. Ben could only hope that he would be able to control himself during what was usually a lengthy game.
He stepped out of the cubicle and reached for the two white towelling robes which were hanging on the back of the door. After putting one on, he handed the other robe to Jess.
‘Put that on,’ he ordered.
When she did so without question, he wanted her all the more.
‘No, don’t do it up,’ he said, and reached for the sash, sliding it through the side loops before wrapping it around his left wrist.
He had to take her hand and lead her back to the bedroom. By the time they got to the side of the bed, she was trembling. But he felt certain it was no longer from nerves.
‘You should be dry by now. So you won’t be needing that robe.’
‘But you’ve still got yours on,’ she protested.
‘That’s the idea.’
When she hesitated, he bent and whispered in her ear. ‘Yours is not to reason why, Jess. Yours is just to lie back on that bed and let me give you pleasure.’
His breathing quickened as she obediently took off the robe and lay down on the bed, her head on the pillows.
‘No, not that way,’ he said and she just stared at him, sucking in sharply when he turned her over onto her stomach.
‘Just say no if you want me to stop,’ he said.
She didn’t say no, but she did bury her face in the pillow.
Gently, he took both her hands and placed them in the small of her back, then looped her wrists together with the sash from the robe. Not tightly, but enough so that she would feel bound and helpless. Which was the point, of course. That was what would excite her to fever pitch. Finally, he removed the pillow from under her face and slid it under her hips, raising her buttocks in the most erotic and inviting fashion.
When Ben stepped back to examine his handiwork, the sight of her like that took his breath away. Dear God, she was just so sexy looking. And totally at his mercy! It was a heady combination. And, whilst he was fiercely erect, all of a sudden Ben wasn’t so concerned about his own satisfaction but how Jess was feeling. He hated to think she might be afraid to say no at this stage.
‘Are you all right, Jess?’ he asked softly. ‘Do you want me to continue?’
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
WAS HE INSANE? She would die if he didn’t continue. She’d never been so excited in her whole life!
‘I’m fine,’ she said, her voice high-pitched and raspy. ‘Please don’t stop.’
He laughed a short, sexy laugh. ‘Your wish is my command.’
Now that was a laugh, Jess thought. He was the one doing the commanding. But didn’t she just love it!
No touching from you, beautiful… Put that on… You won’t be needing that robe…. Just lie back on that bed and let me give you pleasure…
‘It’s just a game, Jess,’ he said. ‘You can stop me at any time. Okay?’
‘Okay,’ she mumbled.
The first crack of his hand on her right buttock brought a gasp of shock, rather than pain. Though it did sting. Jess buried her face into the quilt, determined not to cry out again. Another slap followed. Then another, his hand moving from left to right in a slow, relentless rhythm till both her buttocks were burning. And red, no doubt. Yet despite her discomfort—oh, yes, her whole bottom was stinging like mad—she didn’t want to tell him to stop. There was something exquisitely pleasurable in the whole experience. She held her breath between slaps in anticipation of his large palm making contact with her soft skin, biting her bottom lip each time it happened. The slaps began coming at a slower interval now, her time of waiting extended till she almost pleaded for more. When he finally stopped altogether, she groaned in frustration.#p#分页标题#e#