Voyeur - Lacey Alexander [104]
“I’m gonna make you come now,” he promised, and she wondered how he could possibly say such a thing with so much confidence, yet at the same time, she totally believed him.
With his hands on her bottom, he pressed the tip of one finger to the fissure of her ass—and sent her exploding into space. The pleasure swept through her from head to toe, the mind-blowing orgasm nearly swallowing her, somehow seeming all the more engulfing for the view of the cosmos out the window at his back.
When the intense, jolting sensations finally passed, she found herself spent, leaning to rest her forehead on his shoulder.
She could almost feel his grin when he said, “Think you’ll recover?”
“I don’t know,” she said, breathless. “Sometimes, with you, the way I come . . . it’s just so powerful. You make me crazed.” She lifted her head to see his smile unfurl farther.
“So I noticed. Anything I can do to make you feel better?”
She tilted her head. “Um . . . a backrub, maybe?”
He laughed. “Are you kidding?”
She shook her head. “If you want me to be able to go on, you’re gonna have to relax me a little, restore my energy.”
He gave his head a chiding tilt. “Be it known, little miss snowflake, that I don’t usually stop mid-fuck to give a backrub.” Yet even as he said it, he was lifting her off him, turning her over on the quilt, then straddling her hips to begin slowly massaging her shoulders.
“Then I must be special.”
He dropped a quick kiss between her shoulder blades and said near her ear, “Yes, you must be. How’s that feel?”
“Mmm,” she sighed. “Nice.”
“I aim to please.”
“You aim quite well—especially with that big tool of yours.”
The remark earned a laugh from him as he continued with the soothing massage. “Who’d have thought you’d turn out to be such a bad girl?”
“You, apparently,” she reminded him. “You worked awfully hard to make me into one.”
He gently unhooked her bra to continue the rub but before long reached around beneath her, seeking her breasts. She found herself lifting, to give him access, moaning as his hands closed back over the soft flesh, catching the nipples gently between his fingers. “You’re right, I did. And now that you’re such a naughty girl, I’m going to have to spank you.”
She looked over her shoulder, bit her lip. His cock rested in the valley of her ass. “You said we’d get to that, but I’d forgotten about it.”
His voice dropped to a low whisper. “You need to be punished.”
The truth was, Laura had no idea what the fuss was about spankings, but she figured if anyone could show her, it was Braden. “Discipline me,” she said.
As Braden eased off her, she found herself spreading her legs so he could kneel between, bending over her. The tip of his hard shaft still jutted slightly into her ass, making her feel the vague desire to shift, so it would fall in the middle. She did, and they both sighed—just before the flat of his hand struck her rear.
“Oh!” she cried, flinching.
She’d barely recovered when he slapped his palm down again.
This time, she held in her shriek, but emitted more of a grunt, gritting her teeth.
By the time the third strike came, she realized that the little shock it sent through her already aroused body heightened the sensation—all over.
And as his spanking continued, as he told her again what a naughty, naughty girl she’d been, the blows began to reverberate through her ass down into her pussy, making it tingle hotly and burn for more stimulation. She realized her cries now sounded a lot more like moans, and that she yearned to be fucked again. She found herself lifting her ass in the air, higher, higher, seeking more of his hot spanking, as he said,