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“What?”
“I told you if you didn’t hold the vibrator in place until we were finished, we would start over.”
From his expression and his tone, she knew he meant what he said. He arched an eyebrow, signaling her to move.
Reluctantly she slid her hand into his. This time, she wasn’t just aware of their size difference and his strength. She was ridiculously conscious of the fact he’d touched her intimately and that he’d blazed her ass with his palm.
Once she was standing, he said, “Back into position. Legs apart.”
The addition of the clips made her movements slower than usual.
She was aware of him going into the bathroom and rinsing off the vibrator, which likely meant he was going to use it on her again. With her current level of arousal, she wasn’t certain she could take much more. “I’m not sure about this,” she admitted when he returned and pressed the tip to her pussy.
“No?” He sounded unconcerned.
He began to slide it in and out by slow measures, going deeper with each stroke. It only took a few seconds for the toy to be completely seated inside her. Then he turned the evil little thing on.
She jerked. “Nathan!”
“Close your legs.” His voice was a soothing contrast to her high-pitched protest.
His touch unbearably gentle, he stroked her spine.
The feel of him settled her, despite the persistent buzzing in her pussy.
“How many spanks?” he asked.
Already, she was having a difficult time thinking. An orgasm was building again.
“Kelsey?”
“Twelve, Sir.”
He landed the first on her right ass cheek, bringing pain back to the area.
She scooted away from him, but that made the wiggling inside her seem more pronounced.
“If you drop it—”
“I won’t.” No matter what, she’d keep the damn thing where it was. She couldn’t start over again. Couldn’t.
He didn’t spank her again, and she finally, impatiently said, “I’m ready.”
The blasted man took his time, layering the next few barely on top of one another.
“I love the sight of my handprint on your ass,” he said, voice gruff.
For a mad second, she saw herself as he might, bent over for him, exposed and waiting. Was it possible that she might look as sexy to him as the women in some of the pictures she’d seen online?
“How many more on this side?” he asked her.
“Two. Sir?” It was a guess. Her ass was on fire, and she had been so caught up in her mind that she wasn’t sure.
With his thumbnail, he traced the outline of his handprint, and she wasn’t sure she’d ever felt anything more sensual.
He gave her one more then took hold of the vibrator’s handle and jiggled it around.
She pitched forward and managed to catch herself on the foot of the bed. The movement made her breasts sway, intensifying the searing pain in her nipples. She felt overwhelmed and more alive than she ever had.
He was there, holding her, helping her. She drank strength from him. “It’s too much.”
“Is it?”
Kelsey was aware of him crouched next to her, stroking her hair. There was no challenge in his voice, just calm curiosity.
He captured her chin and turned her to face him.
Damn. He radiated masculine reassurance, and she sucked it in.
“You have a safe word. If you absolutely believe you have nothing left, say it. If you need me to stop temporarily, give you a break for a few minutes, the rest of the night, say yellow.”
The head of the vibrator continued to shimmy against her G-spot. “If we…” She bounced her hand off the mattress a couple of times. “Will I have to do this again?”
“Yes.”
She hated him for being so implacable. Loved that he was so implacable.
He feathered a finger down her cheekbone, giving her time to process her answer. As she lay there, her nipples throbbed, her ass burned, and there was no place she’d rather be.
Quickly she calculated how many more spanks she’d have to endure. Six? No. Seven. “You’ll let me come if I get through this?”
“At least once.”
“At least?”
“At least.”
He offered his arm, and she held it while she pushed herself upright then bent her knees to get into position.
“Amazing stamina. So much more than I hoped for.”
“Are you serious?”
“Oh, very much. Very much.”
That was the encouragement she needed.
“If it helps, count. If you want me to talk to you, I will. But think about how pleasing you’re being.”
“Please.” She realized she was indeed asking him as he’d promised she would. And not just asking, pleading. It was as if she were in a race, and the finish line had come into view. “Please, Nathan. Please, Sir, will you continue?”
