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“Yuck,” she grunted, bringing the champagne to her lips and taking a large swallow. “Please may I have something to eat? I have to get rid of this awful taste.”
“Tell me why you lied?” he demanded, sharply pinching a nipple.
“Ow, ooh, I didn’t lie,” she sputtered, “not exactly.”
“A lie is a lie,” he said sternly, pinching again.
“If things got too crazy I was going to tell you who I was,” she answered urgently, “but I had no idea how you’d react. That’s why I was scared. I wasn’t afraid you’d hurt me.”
“Why didn’t you just say that?”
“Because, uh…”
She paused, then quickly took another drink.
“Steph!”
“Because it’s embarrassing,” she admitted, feeling a hot flush cross her face. “Following you out there wasn’t the smartest thing I’ve ever done.”
“No, it wasn’t. Open up.”
To her great relief he fed her smoked salmon.
“How did you feel when I had you suspended?” he asked, lowering his voice as he rubbed her aching nipple.
“Completely helpless,” she murmured, melting under his comforting touch, “but I loved it.”
She was rewarded with the quiche, then washed it down with more champagne.
“How did it compare to the spanking bench in my basement?” he asked softly, nuzzling her neck and kneading her breasts.
“I can’t really say. That’s like apples and oranges,” she whispered, barely able to focus.
“Which did you prefer?”
“I’m not sure. It’s like the salmon or the caviar. I love them both.”
“Which would you like now?”
“The caviar, please, Sir.”
His mouth left her neck, and his hands fell from her breasts as he fed her, but as she sipped her drink, the tray was lifted from her lap, and the bedspread slid down her legs.
“We’ll share the chocolate cake later,” he murmured, taking the champagne flute from her hands.
His fingers were suddenly around her ankles dragging her down the bed.
As he abruptly flipped her over, she couldn’t suppress a loud squeal.
She was still catching her breath when he grasped her hips and jerked her against his pelvis.
* * *
Marco had stripped in his closet, and stroked his stiffened cock while feeding and fondling her. In spite of his desire to draw out the salacious scene, his need had become too much.
Now feasting his eyes on the glistening wetness between her legs, and gazing at her backside still marked from his belt, a rush of energy surged through his loins. Placing himself at her entrance, he plunged forward. He didn’t want to tease her, or bring her to the edge and back off, but fuck her hard until he exploded into her hot, delicious depths.
Fervently stroking and listening to her cries, he didn’t try to judge her arousal. His attention was focused completely on his own pleasure, his hunger, his desperate need to relieve the stress of the night. Chasing his climax, he slapped her red cheeks, then moved his grip around her waist and accelerated.
