If only he could express how gorgeously desirable she looked. How supreme. How goddess-like despite her exposed and vulnerable state. Her hands might be tied, but she had him in the palm of one of them. Trying to play the ‘master’ was like climbing a mountain in the face of her magnificence.
‘Very well then, how shall we do this?’ he posed the question, laughing inside at his attempts to be magisterial.
Jess didn’t speak, but stood before him proud and perfect, her exposed body and her elegant demeanour turning him into her slave far more than she was his. When she lifted her chin, and breathed in, making her breasts rise too, his poor aching cock almost erupted in his jeans.
‘Do you wish to kneel on the settee to be spanked, or will you take your punishment across my lap?’
Lap! Lap! Lap! his erection howled, longing for the contact. It’d put him in even greater danger of embarrassing himself, but he didn’t care.
‘Across your lap, if you wish it, master,’ she answered. She was so composed, and yet as excited as he was, he could tell.
‘Excellent choice.’
Happy, he leant close and kissed her on the lips. His face brushed against the silk scarf, and he recalled purchasing it, on impulse, when it’d caught his eye in the window of one of the boutiques in the building’s atrium. The motif of the water lilies had made him smile, refreshing the thoughts of Jess that had been floating in his consciousness, like the aquatic blooms. It hadn’t occurred to him until afterwards that the scarf might be used in a sex game. He’d just wanted it because it was pretty … and so was Jess.
Taking his seat on the tawny leather sofa, he breathed in deep, loving the fresh scent of her light, flowery toilette water, and the deeper, more visceral tang of her aroused sex, so close to his face as she stood before him. The glint of her silky moisture gleamed on her pubic hair and on the inside of her thighs. Damn, he wanted to be there now, and to hell with spanking. But he’d promised her a game, an experiment, a bit of erotic fun … and he was committed to deliver. Reaching up, he took her by the waist and guided her across his knee. Despite her bonds, she descended with grace, and seemed to settle in exactly the right spot.
Parting his thighs, he made a steadier platform for her body, almost gasping aloud as she jostled his hard and throbbing cock.
‘Sorry,’ she said quickly, then wriggled again, the minx, giving him another rub with her flank.
He wanted to say ‘no worries’ as his Australian friends and family might have done but instead he replied with a mock-stern, ‘I should think so too.’
But it wasn’t just the feel of her that had him on a hair trigger. The sight of her crumpled his self-control. Her bottom was the loveliest, the lushest shape. Just the right degree of roundness, yet neat and tight and toned. Even the most diffident of spankers would be tempted to lay a hearty slap across it, and then want to do it again and again as the firm flesh bounced and the skin went rosy.
Despite the impish sense of disobedience he sensed in her, Jess lay still, steadying the target for him. Still as a living statue, she made it impossible for him to miss or fluff the blow.
Settling his left hand at the small of her back, by her bound hands, he was astonished that the sight of his wedding ring didn’t stab him with guilt. In this cool, clear moment he felt detached from the life it represented, although he knew that was only a temporary phenomenon, only a fleeting escape.
With his other hand spread, he lay it across her beautiful curves, the rounds of her bottom. Her skin was velvety and warm. Not hot yet, but delightful to the touch. He rubbed her and stroked her for a few moments, exploring the inner slopes, and her thighs, and even dipping round into her sticky cleft. She maintained her poise, but he could feel it was a strain; her body was electric.
‘Are you ready?’ he asked, fingertips just resting against her sex lips, where the honey was pooled. ‘You don’t want to go “Renoir” on me, do you? It’s all right, if you do … I understand.’
Again, he knew he wasn’t acting the classic master, but it didn’t seem to matter. This was their own game, not governed by rules and conventions and ‘scenes’.
‘I’m ready,’ she replied.
There was nervousness in her voice, but a smile there too.
Ready as I’ll ever be.
Jess tried not to tense. Even within the limits of her knowledge, she knew that it would hurt less if she let herself go loose and not tense up.
‘Okay then …’
But almost before he’d spoken, the first slap landed, square on the crown of her left buttock.
‘Jesus Christ!’
It did hurt. It hurt like crazy, even though she’d relaxed, or so she’d thought … Her bottom blazed at the point of impact, as if he’d struck her with a piece of well-seasoned hardwood rather than his hand.
‘No … just me,’ he said, spanking her again on the other cheek, balancing the fire.
‘Ow! Ow! Ow!’ Her body was in shock, everything disconnected, not reacting right.
Or maybe it was? Her desire surged, burning like her bottom, making her crazy. Wriggling like the proverbial eel, she almost fell off Ellis’s knee, not able to tell where pain ended and raging lust began.
Another spank fell, and she squealed, really squealed, her voice high and squeaky.
‘It hurts! It hurts!’
‘Of course it does.’ Ellis fell still. ‘It’s a spanking. That’s the whole point.’ His hand settled more gently across her rear, even the feather-light contact stirring things up and increasing her squiggling and squirming. ‘Do you want me to stop? If you don’t like it …’
‘No! Don’t stop. I don’t know if I like it or not, but it’s turning me on. Give me more!’
It was the truth. The actual truth. The heat in her bottom pulsed out into her pussy too, transubstantiated into gorgeous, gouging need. The spanking pain was insubstantial beside it.
‘Are you sure?’ For a moment he sounded doubtful.
‘Of course I’m sure … why are you even asking me?’ Half laughing, she ground herself against him. ‘You’re the master. Just do what masters do!’
Ellis broke out into laughter too, wickedly squeezing her punished bottom cheek, and making her yelp again. ‘Yes, indeed, I am the master, aren’t I?’ He squeezed the other cheek. ‘From the way you’ve started ordering me around, I was beginning to wonder there …’
‘I’m sorry.’
‘I should think so. I’m going to spank you even harder for that, you minx.’
Thank God for that! She didn’t say it. She was too busy grunting and gritting her teeth, as new spanks landed.
The pain was fierce. Red. Fast-spreading, even though Ellis stayed on target like a marksman. Lust bloomed in Jess’s belly, and she flung herself about, working her crotch against him. Yet still he managed to find her bottom every time, stoking the fire with a sweet, unerring accuracy.
Panting, fighting for control, Jess saw a picture of the two of them, on the dark canvas of her mind. Ellis stern yet smiling, his hand descending again and again. Herself bound and blindfolded, clothes half on, half off, her buttocks naked and raggedly crimson.
Hissing at a particularly crafty blow, she was able to smile too.
Against her hip a mighty erection swelled, rock, rock hard.
Sod this!
‘Enough already! Let me up! Let me loose!’
‘Renoir?’
‘Whatever! Renoir! Manet! Monet! Toulouse-Lautrec! I want to see you … You’re beautiful! I want you to fuck me!’
Ellis laughed out loud, but he was already working the knot that bound her hands. The instant Jess was free, she shuffled off his lap and onto her knees beside him on the sofa, cursing through her teeth as she wrenched off the silky scarf too. Awkwardly, she twisted round to look at her bottom. ‘Golly! Talk about flaming crimson …’ She poked her buttock gingerly, and swore again.
‘I thought you wanted to look at me, not your arse,’ pointed out Ellis. When she turned back towards him, he was grinning delightedly.
‘Just checking.’ She lunged at him, almost forgetting her tender bottom, throwing her arms around him and then kissing him hard and messily. She’d never felt more voracious, more filled with lust …
Ellis responded in kind, fighting her in the kiss, tongue pushing back. ‘You devil!’ she growled against his mouth when he cupped the flaming cheeks of her bottom, holding tight.
‘And you, madam, are the bossiest submissive in the world. I don’t think I was ever really in charge there, Ms Lockhart. Not for an instant.’
Perhaps he was … perhaps he wasn’t. Did it matter? He’d spanked her. It’d hurt. But she’d loved it!
And now she wanted him to fuck her. Fuck her hard.
She drew back a little, eating him up with her eyes. He was beautiful. His dark hair was wild, and his expression was too. His face was flushed, the pink across his cheekbones an echo of the cherry glow across her bottom.
‘You are beautiful, Ellis …’ She touched his face, her twinges forgotten.
‘I’m not,’ he said, still smirking.
‘Liar! You know you are!’
‘Okay then, I am, but nowhere near as beautiful as you are …’ He settled his hands on her shoulders. ‘Just look at you. Face of an angel. Breasts of a goddess. Rosy pink bottom of a courageous, stoic heroine. Perfection …’
She knew she wasn’t. Not for him. But now was not the time to visit those issues. Now was the time to snatch pleasure with this wonderful man while she still had access to him.
‘Fuck me, Ellis. You’ve stirred up fires … now do something put them out. Use that great big hose of yours!’
‘So domineering …’ Laughing, Ellis moved in close again, his breath riffling her hair. ‘We shall have to play this game the other way sometime soon …’ He pressed his lips to the side of her face. ‘Like I said before, I’m not much of a submissive … but for you, I’d certainly be prepared to try it.’
Ah, the future again. The land that could not be visited.
‘I’ll look forward to that,’ she said lightly, ‘now, can we please make love?’
Taking the initiative, she slithered off the sofa and onto the rug. It was soft, with a deep, lush pile, but even so, the floor beneath was hard on her tender bottom. She didn’t care though. The aching glow, the twinges as she moved, they only seemed to pour fuel on the conflagration of her need.
‘Isn’t this a bit painful for your bum?’ Ellis slid down beside her; much more gracefully, she noted with wry chagrin. He spread his fingers and slid them down the side of her thigh, skirting the red zone. ‘Would you like to be on top?’
Jess reached for him, pulling him down for another kiss. ‘No, not really … and I don’t care about the pain. What pain? I just want you in me, Mr Sex. Now jump to it!’
Looming over her, Ellis’s face was full of wonder, illuminated, and the expression a thrill in itself. Yes, she had power. Sexual power. A strength that astonished her. How far she’d come in this game, in such short a time. Whatever happened with Ellis, in their very brief future together, she would adore him forever for showing her how to be herself …
As well as being the man she’d always love.
‘I live to serve,’ he answered puckishly, ripping at the buttons of his shirt, then tugging the garment off and flinging it aside. He prised a condom from the pocket of his jeans, then shimmied out of them too, delighting Jess with the fact he was rampantly commando.
‘No knickers, Mr Sex. What a dirty boy you are!’
‘Why waste time with pants when there’s pussy to be had,’ he shot back, with the condom already out of its package. Within a flash, he had it rolled on, armed and ready for action. ‘Are you sure you don’t want to ride me?’
‘Sure … for now. Maybe later.’ Grabbing at his flank, she urged him over her as she parted her legs, squirming her sizzling bottom against the rug.
Moving between her thighs, Ellis reached down to touch her. ‘Ooh, like silk … Obviously your subconscious likes spanking, even if your conscious isn’t quite sure yet.’ With delicate accuracy, he rolled her clit like a pearl.
‘Ellis! Please!’ cried Jess, feeling orgasm gather, and desperate that he should be inside her when it arrived.
Pressing a kiss to her forehead, he complied, using his fingers to position his glans at her entrance, then swinging with his hips to push inside her.
Oh yes, oh yes, would she ever tire of this? The wonder of his possession was as fresh as first time, and the push was still a discovery of her boundaries. Her body was still tight, not virgin but barely explored.
He thrust in deep, pressing her bottom against the rug, making her grunt. Ignoring the new aches, she wrapped her arms and legs around him, arching to press hard into the contact between their bodies.
Growling, Ellis responded in kind, powering into her, in primal shoves, just what she wanted.
It was a wild chaotic ride, pleasure and pain, but mostly pleasure, pleasure, pleasure. A hair away from orgasm to start with, Jess came again and again, soaring and shouting under Ellis’s relentless fucking. With the last scrap of her wits, she knew he was holding back, and determined that he should pinnacle with her, she geed him on, stroking his back and arse and thighs.
‘You devil woman,’ he hissed, ‘you delicious sexy piece of ass, you blow my mind.’
‘Ditto, devil man,’ said Jess on a gasp, then grabbed at Ellis harder, another climax blanking her mind.
As she clung to him on instinct, he spent inside her, shouting her name.
Afterwards they lay in a shattered heap on the rug: Ellis gasping on his back, Jess rolled over onto her front, beside him. Somehow in the melee she’d found the Monet scarf, and had clutched it between her fingers like a talisman.
‘This is beautiful,’ she said, running her thumb over the fine silk, comparing it to the texture of Ellis’s thick, dark hair. ‘How did you come to have it? Did you buy it especially for BDSM games?’
Ellis opened his eyes and glanced at the scarf. ‘No … actually, I noticed it in the window of one of the boutiques down in the atrium, and the water lilies made me think of you, and how you like the Impressionists.’ He reached out and touched the silk, brushing her fingers. ‘I loved the colours, and I thought it’d look great for fastening back your hair … or something. I just thought you’d like it.’
‘I do. It’s lovely. Thank you.’
Emotion choked her. He was such a kind man. It was the simplest of gifts, and yet chosen with genuine thoughtfulness.
They lapsed into silence. Peaceful, but also troubled for Jess.
Oh Ellis, how will I ever let you go?