I’ve boxed myself into a corner. That amuses me, even as I yank my Dom far enough out of his deep enjoyment of Daley’s reactions to figure out how to fix this. I’d intended to use the flogger to warm her up, to make her more sensitive, to pull the fire inside her to her skin and ask it to play. I didn’t expect her to find it this arousing.
I shake my head at the flogger strands that are too short, the safety railing that’s in my way, and the delightful woman whose legs are going to begin shaking any minute. I land a couple more light flicks between her legs, a promise for future joys more than anything else. One day soon I’ll lay her out and have her hold her legs open for me and show her just what a small flogger can do to a willing pussy in the right hands.
But not tonight. Her skin is a glorious rosy color all the way around, her hips are rocking in the universal motion of desire, and I’ve a need to be inside her that I don’t intend to deny any longer.
I toss the flogger under the bench and pick up one of the crinkly packets I stashed there. She stills at the sound of the opening package. I walk over to the side of her, until I can see her eyes. They’re hungry—and wide with surprise.
I lean forward and capture her mouth in a hard kiss, one that makes my intentions very clear. I roll on the condom where she can see it, which pulls a long, liquid moan from her throat. I run my hands up into her hair, freeing it from captivity just long enough to get a good handful in my fist. I kiss her again, the taste of salt and cedar and need mingling together.
She keeps a firm hold on the overhead railing, but her hips are already angling to try to meet mine.
I nuzzle her ear as I circle around behind her, running my hands over the slick curves of her. “I want to hear all your noises this time, love.” My hands run up and capture her breasts, kneading them, delighting in the tight peaks that form.
She squirms, trying to push her nipples forward into my hands and her ass back into my cock. I let her grind. Her breasts are wondrous things, and I’ve not had a good chance to play with them yet. She hisses as I give her nipples a firm roll. I do it again, seeking the hints of pleasure I heard at the end of her hiss.
She quivers, not quite sure what to do with the pain.
Her lion knows. I brush my thumbs lightly over the skin I just tweaked. “Breathe into it. Make it yours. Just like with the flogger.”
She groans, and somewhere in the noise, finds understanding.
I pick my timing and roll my fingers again. This time her hiss turns into a wail of need—one my cock can’t possibly ignore. I move my hands to her hips and line myself up at her entrance.
Her wail crescendos as I drive home.