Her cum coated his tongue, and he swallowed it down.
“Let go, baby. Feel the pleasure.”
Reaching up, he fingered her nipples, pinching and twisting the hard nubs. She screamed out, climaxing on his tongue seconds later.
Nick flicked her clit, feeling her come apart against his mouth. She was shaking, quivering on the table.
Pulling away, he wiped her cream from his chin. He helped her to sit up. Gripping her hair in his fist, he tilted her head back to claim her full lips.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. You will let me lick you whenever I want, do you understand?”
She nodded. Her eyes were wide. From the flush of her cheeks and the shaking of her body, he knew it was the first time she’d ever reached orgasm. Sitting back down on the sofa, he fisted his cock. “Now, we get back to your punishment,” he said.
Clara swallowed, looking nervous.
“Yes.”
He thought about her punishment. It would be so easy to take her over his knee and spank that full ass. Nick wasn’t a Dominant, and he had more interesting ways of punishing his prize.
****
Clara’s entire body was on red alert. The orgasm he’d given her had taken her completely by surprise. The feel of his tongue across her pussy had sent her arousal onto a level she wasn’t anticipating.
“How should I punish you?”
He didn’t expect a response, and she didn’t give him one.
Her mind was all over the place. Nick was the first man to give her an orgasm. Closing her eyes, she pressed a hand to her stomach to try to stem the turmoil building within her. She wanted to hate him so much, but every second that she got to know him, her anger turned into something else.
“I know the perfect punishment.”
Opening her eyes, she stared into his dark brown ones.
“Come here, Clara.”
The sound of her name coming from his lips seemed more exotic and seductive somehow. It wasn’t possible for a name to hold so much meaning, yet Nick made her think far more than what was actually there between them. He’d paid for her. She was merely a female for his pleasure.
Getting to her feet, she took the few steps to stand between his thighs.
“Straddle my lap. I want a leg on either side.”
“I’m not ready to have sex,” she said, panicking.
“When I’m ready to fuck you, you’ll know it. Until then, do as I say.”
She saw no use in arguing with him. Climbing onto his lap, she rested in an awkward position with her legs painfully tight to her body.
“Wrap your legs around my back.” His hand moved between them. She felt the length of his cock against her pussy. “There, I’m not going to be fucking you today.”
“What’s my punishment?” she asked, feeling nervous. They were so close. She wasn’t used to this kind of touching at all. Usually she wore clothes, and no one saw her naked. Not only had Nick seen her naked, he’d also brought her to orgasm.
“You’ll see.” His hands landed on her ass. Her breasts were pressed to his chest. She watched as his gaze moved down toward her chest. “Offer me one of your tits.”
Lifting a breast up to his mouth she tensed at the first touch of his lips around her nipple. He sucked the red flesh inside, and she cried out at the pleasure shooting through her body going straight to her clit.
Nick moved onto the next breast taking his time to suck on her nipples and to kiss down her body.
His hands caressed up and down her back, cupping her ass to rub her pussy against his cock. The sensation he was causing was everywhere.
“I want you to grip my cock,” he said, nibbling her flesh.
“What?”
“Grab my cock.”
She’d never touched a man’s parts before. Reaching down, she circled his cock with her fingers, trying not to touch him too tightly.
“More, hold me firmly, Clara, please.”
Hearing the word please come from his lips surprised her. The little time they’d known each other he’d never used the word toward her.
Gripping his cock tightly she felt the heat of him against her palm. He cursed, throwing his head back. His gaze was on her. The dark amber of his irises looked more wolf than human.
“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” he asked.
She shook her head. Clara really didn’t have a clue. Glancing down to his lips, she wanted to feel them on her skin once again. Something was happening to her. She should be fighting, but all she wanted to do was kiss him, be with him.
“Here, touch me like this,” he said, circling her hand with his own. He showed her what he liked, the pressure of her hand as she worked up and down the length of his cock.
Clara couldn’t look away from the glistening tip glinting up at her as she worked his cock. When he moved his hand away she kept up the action wanting to give him pleasure like he’d done her.