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“Not yet, but I hope to be once I have you under me.” The flare of excited heat in her eyes from his blunt, honest reply sent an answering flame of heat straight down to his cock, encouraging him to push her more than he knew he should a newbie. His eyes on hers, Marc took her hands and pulled them behind her, holding them with a firm grip while he lowered the strap of her tank top, baring her right breast with his other hand. The sounds of slapping flesh, heavy grunts, and soft cries came from the couple behind them as Marc lowered his head and wrapped his lips around a taut nipple. When she pushed into his mouth, he knew she was with him, knew watching the other couple had heightened her senses and lowered her guard even though she couldn’t admit it.
Switching from lips to teeth, he nibbled on her nipple then bit it lightly before laving the sting with his tongue. He held her breast cupped in his palm, surprised at the soft fullness as he kneaded her plump flesh and suckled her tight, cherry pink nipple. Fuck, he thought as his cock demanded attention. When had the simple act of sucking a woman’s breast turned him on so much? Her soft cries and restless body fueled his desire, and he had to force himself to let go of his delectable treat and pull back a little before he scared her off.
Her eyes were wide and dazed when he released her, her lip pinched between small white teeth as she expelled her breath on a heavy pant. “You make it easy to forget you’re new to this,” he sighed, covering her breast. “Come on, dance with me.”
The switch from a clamoring, fast beat to a quiet slow tune played into his plans as he drew her unresisting body into his arms. With her in flat shoes, her head barely reached his shoulders, but she still felt just right in his arms. When her arms slipped around his neck, he cupped her buttocks and held her against his groin, letting her feel how much he desired her and where this could lead if she wanted.
Lifting her head, her tentative look couldn’t disguise the arousal in those expressive eyes. “Sir?”
“Soon, darlin’. Tell me about yourself, what do you do when you’re not accepting dares from your friend?”
“I’m a high school English teacher and I love to bake. What do you do when you’re not doing…” she waved her arm around them, “this?”
“I own a vacation lodge in Colorado and do this.” He used his head to indicate the room’s activities, more pleased with her by the minute. Her shyness and uncertainty hadn’t sent her fleeing yet, which he took as a positive sign.
“How old are you, sir?”
Marc lowered his head to her ear, whispering, “Only eight years older than you, Cassie, but decades older when it comes to experience. Are you sure you want to continue this night with me?” As difficult as it would be, he would let her go if she wasn’t sure. He needed her to be sure with a desperation bordering on insane, given their short acquaintance.
Cassie gave him a direct look before surprising him with her candid reply. “I wanted you the minute I entered this room and saw you. You haven’t done anything to make me change my mind.”
Praying he wasn’t making a colossal mistake and could contain his more dominant urges, Marc grabbed her hand and pulled her to the stairs leading up to the private rooms, hoping like hell one was available. He knew he was rushing her, moving way too fast for a beginner, but he couldn’t seem to help himself. Much to his relief, he found an empty room with a king-size bed he couldn’t wait to see her sprawled on. With any luck, he would get her to come so many times tonight she’d be happy to return tomorrow night and be brave enough to try something new.
“Do you trust me, darlin’?” he asked her when he turned back from securing the door to find her chewing her bottom lip.
“I just met you.”
Away from the overstimulating sights downstairs, her self-preservation had kicked in, the worried look she cast at the closed door a dead giveaway. “It’s not locked. Master Wade doesn’t allow locked doors for safety reasons. I assumed you’d want privacy for your first time here. If I’m wrong, we can go back downstairs.”
Panic and a hint of excitement crossed her face with the quick shake of her head, that glorious mane of red-gold hair flying around her shoulders. “Oh, no, please, sir. I want to stay here.”
“Good enough. Since I don’t want to put you in a position where you have to lie to me, I won’t ask you again if you trust me. Let me just reassure you that you can. Now, strip.” Arms crossed over his chest, his kept his gaze as direct as his order. The instant puckering of her nipples revealed how much his dominance turned her on.
She wasn’t a very neat little sub, he thought with amusement as she tossed each garment onto the chair in the corner along with her sandals. When she stood before him naked, a blush tingeing her cheeks, he damn near came in his pants. She had the prettiest breasts, soft and round, nipples a pale pink. The small roundness of her stomach and patch of neatly trimmed red-gold curls between her shapely legs delighted him.
Reining in his lust, he went to the closet and found a spreader bar, just what he needed. Showing it to her, he asked, “Do you know what this is?”
“Y-yes,” she stammered. “What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to see if a little pain stimulates you.” Kneeling, he attached the cuffs on the end of the bar to her ankles, leaving her legs spread eighteen inches apart. “Relax.” Smiling at her, he sat on the edge of the bed and drew her slowly over his lap, adjusting her so her head hung down with her ass propped up. “Comfortable?” he asked, running his hand over her rounded buttocks.
Peering up at him through the cascade of her hair, she sputtered, “No!”
Marc smacked her cheek, admonishing, “No, what?”
“No, sir.”
“Let me see if I can take your mind off your uncomfortable position.” He smacked her again, a little harder, and then ran one finger down her slit, pleased with the dampness he encountered. “I think you rather like this position.” She cried out with the next two smacks, but another check of her pussy revealed her pleasure at the stimulating pain. Alternating between slapping her buttocks and fingering her warm, wet sheath, he brought her to a fever pitch. Her cries were sounds of pain, but when she lifted her ass for each swat, she told him without words she wanted more of that pain and the obvious pleasure it gave her.
Nothing turned Marc on more than the sight of a wriggling red ass, and Cassie’s was no exception. Her buttocks warmed under his hand, a heat he found reciprocated in her pussy each time her warm, damp walls closed around his finger. When he felt the ripples of small contractions heralding her climax, he smacked her ass harder while paying attention to her swollen, needy clit. She screamed as she came, her hips grinding against his thighs, her buttocks jiggling along with her spasming pussy.
He waited for her cries to turn to whimpers and her hips to settle then soothed her buttocks with alternating soft caresses and light, palming squeezes while continuing to stroke her pussy. She was so tight he had to work patiently as he slowly slid two fingers into her core, which inflamed him more, made him want to get inside her faster.
Reaching down, he released the spreader bar and turned her over on his lap, cuddling her shaking body against him. Her tears of submission and the pleasure/pain she received from it endeared her to him in a way he hadn’t seen coming.
“Tell me, darlin’,” he insisted when she had calmed
down from what he suspected was the best orgasm she’d ever had, “have you ever come like that before?”
