Their Virgin Secretary (Masters of Ménage #6)(24)

        

"Perfect. Thank you for your honesty. We know you're nervous because this is our first time together. We'll make sure that you come to trust us."

"Yes, Sir," she breathed.

Three quick smacks had her moaning when the pain hit. The next two made her writhe as the ache deepened. He clearly meant business with those slaps, but the shocking sting morphed into something she found herself craving even more of.

After another five, they were halfway through the punishment. A haze of desire descended and she slowly lost herself in the rhythm of Kellan's discipline-the whack of his hand and his hard exhalation, followed by Eric's moan, Tate's groan, and her whimpering out the count before it started all over again.

Belle shook, on fire, desperate for more. She gripped his leg, dug her nails into the wool of Kellan's pants. He drew in an audible breath, dragging in her scent again. She felt the thick line of his erection against her belly harden even more. Disciplining her really did something for him.

"How are you, love?" he asked.

Shaky, shocked, and so, so alive. "Good, Sir."

"Excellent. Keep counting."

"Hurry. As soon as you're done, I'm definitely offering her my penis." Tate sounded so completely earnest that Belle cracked a smile.

"I have no doubt," Eric drawled. "We all are."

Kellan ignored them and peppered five more quick slaps across her cheeks, branding the heat under her skin until she felt helpless and drowning in sensation. Completely needy.

"Can you take five more?" He didn't demand, but everything in his tone told Belle that he really hoped she could.

Happily. "Yes, Sir."

She closed her eyes, wanting to block out everything but the sound of his flesh striking hers, the feel of his hand rubbing the heat into her skin. She counted each time his palm stuck her bare backside. Belle savored each smack, delighting in the sting and the blaze that followed, settling into her pussy.

God, who would have guessed that she'd like it? Descriptions of spankings in books had always made her uncomfortably wet, but the reality …  Belle sighed in contentment. The reality of this oddly sharp pleasure went far beyond anything her imagination could have conceived. He dissolved her into a shaking, aching mass.

Before she knew it, Kell delivered the last slap and ended the punishment. He stroked her heated bottom one final time, then eased her off his lap. He urged her to curl up against him for a blissful moment as he cuddled her. Pressing her cheek to his lapel, she reveled in the feel of his strong arms around her, his heartbeat against her ear. She even enjoyed the heat of her naked skin against his designer suit. 

All too soon, he tipped her chin in his hand and lifted her face just under his. The masculine splendor of his sculpted lips hovered just over her own. "You did very well. Now that it's over, tell me … Can you handle me, Belle? I need this in a way the other two don't. I'll always want to discipline you. I'll always want to tie you down and have my way, but I promise I'll make it good for you. Did you enjoy that?"

"I did, Sir." Her throbbing backside was a memento of the intimacy they'd shared. But rather than the ache upsetting or angering her, the sensations settled under her skin and calmed her in some way she didn't quite understand.

"I want to know for myself." He dropped his hand on her knee, gently pulling them apart. "I need to feel exactly what I did to you."

That he needed anything from her moved Belle. She willingly parted her legs for him. Kellan was always shut down, so often distant, but in that moment, she felt close to him, shared the sort of bond with him she'd fantasized about.

His big hand slid between her legs, palm covering her pussy gently before his callused fingertips moved in a silky slide down her wet folds. As tingling erupted and her body broke out in goose bumps, Kell dipped to her opening and eased two fingers inside with a low male groan.

Her breath fled as his fingers thrust just inside her slick heat, teasing her with soft friction, taking her by tingling surprise. In seconds, Belle began to gasp and arched to him.

"How wet is she?" Tate dropped to one knee beside her and cupped her breast, skimming her nipple with his thumb and spreading the need.

"Soaking," Kellan replied, sounding mighty pleased. "Do you want to come, love?"

"Of course she does. And I want to watch her." Eric winked, standing over them.

Belle was relieved that Eric saved her the trouble of stating the obvious. She was pretty sure she had never truly climaxed before. She'd had little pleasures by her own hand, but nothing she'd done had ever felt half so good as what Kellan did to her right now.