Page 60 of Handle Me

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

LOLA

There was nothing. I was dimly aware of my stinging skin, of Anders’ hands on my backside, of the cool counter I was sprawled across. I’d never felt so free.

Then I felt the slightly rough surface of a spoon glide across my rear.

“Remember your safe words,” Anders said, sounding distant.

I didn’t bother to reply. I didn’t want to. Wherever this man tried to take me, I would go. He continued to draw it across my skin as if giving me a chance to stop him. I didn’t move.

A loud thwack splintered my peaceful calm, and I gasped. My fingers shot toward the edge of the counter as the biting burn filtered through my bliss. And then his hand was back, soothing the ragged edge the spoon had left behind.

“Two more,” he said, his voice strained and husky. But he didn’t lift it again. He waited.

I bit my lower lip and relaxed a bit, if not quite as deeply as I had when he was using his hands.

“Good,” he murmured, sounding pleased.

I forced myself to take a deep breath as his careful hands lifted from my ass, knowing what came next. The second strike hit the same spot, and I barely swallowed my gasp, but I didn’t move this time. There was no warning for the third, and I turned my face to the counter to cut off a cry.

I didn’t want Anders to stop. I didn’t want him to question. And I didn’t want him to ask permission.

This time, his lips pressed to the tender skin, kissing away the feverish heat from the spanking. I sighed, both pleased and sad that it was over. His mouth continued to move across my skin before dipping between my legs. Strong hands urged my thighs open gently, and then a warm tongue lapped against my swollen sex.

It was absent the fierce hunger he’d shown in the hotel. Instead, it was languid and leisurely. He was savoring it. Between the lingering heat on my skin and his coaxing strokes, I slowly coiled around his touch. But there was no rush, even as my body began to tremble well past the point of climax. There was no crest. No plummet. Just constant, uninterrupted ecstasy. It was something more than pleasure, and there was no end in sight.

Despite the rolling waves of bliss, my breathing grew ragged, punctuated by tiny, involuntary gasps. The longer I came, the more aware I was of the orgasm Anders seemed to be pulling from my very soul, and the more the ache inside me deepened. I could barely stay upright. My knees weakened, but he held me firmly, refusing to stop his exquisite torture.

And out of the darkness, I realized every ounce of my body was centered on him.

But it wasn’t enough. It wouldn’t be until…

“Anders,” I moaned his name. “Please. Please fuck me.”

He drew back, cursing under his breath when I nearly toppled over. He swept me into his arms, where I writhed and twisted, convinced that I was about to implode as he carried me out of the kitchen.

A moment later, Anders placed me softly on the bed, and I reached for him, panting harder now.

He reached behind his neck and hooked his T-shirt, drawing it off with one swift motion. I licked my lips as my eyes trailed down his stacked abs and landed on the hand currently unfastening his belt buckle. He yanked it free, the leather cracking the air like a whip. The sound triggered me to moan. I didn’t quite understand it, but Anders’ wide mouth curved when he heard it.

“You are so fucking perfect,” he muttered, pushing his jeans to the ground. His quads flexed as he stepped out of them. Reaching past the waistband of his pants, he stroked himself. “Should I find something?”

My tongue darted over my lower lip as I considered the question. It was oddly respectful, given that he’d just had me folded over a kitchen counter and paddled me with a wooden spoon.

“I know what we’ve already done—and what you said,” he continued softly, “about being on birth control, but if you’d rather avoid the mess…”

My eyes fluttered away from him, my cheeks growing as hot as my rear end had been minutes before. Each second took me further away from the total oblivion I’d experienced in the kitchen, but pleasure still thrummed inside me, begging for one final explosive release.

“Boss?” he prompted. “If you’d rather not—”

“I liked it,” I blurted out.

He stilled.

“Feeling you bare inside,” I rushed on before I lost my nerve. I couldn’t believe I was admitting this to him. “I liked being full of your…”

“I see.” A muscle tensed in his jaw. He glanced away, and for a second, I thought he was upset, but when he turned back, his eyes were on fire. “I’m not sure I can control myself, Lola.”