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His cock strained against his jeans as he stood and looked at her spread-eagled before him. He undressed and went downstairs without saying a word.
He was quiet in the kitchen and on his way back up the steps so she wouldn’t know what he was doing. Hell, he didn’t know what he was doing.
But between the internet, his imagination, and watching her reactions since that first night, he had several ideas to pilot.
In the bedroom again, he straddled her thighs and, quietly, took an ice cube out of the zip-top bag he placed beside him on the bed. A cube in each hand, he held them over her breasts until the ice started to melt.
The first drop hit precisely on her nipple—beginner’s luck—and she gasped and flinched.
Another drop plinked against her sensitized skin, and then another. He bent and took a cold, erect, beautiful nipple in his mouth, first sucking, then teasing with his teeth. He alternated breasts, alternated the heat of his mouth with the chill of the ice, aiming the cold drops over her smooth belly in between. Her skin quivered and rose in tiny bumps in response.
He stopped to let her feel the sensations, like the dramatic pause an acting coach had taught him, but soon he let the drops fall on other parts of her body—the side of her neck, the inside of her wrist, the top of her foot, her thigh, the area right above her pubic bone.
She inhaled a deep breath when he bent over her to suck the drops off her skin, and he teased her even more by running his index finger, only once, lightly along her folds. She gasped and canted her hips, wanting. From her clit to her entrance, she was as wet as he was hard.
When the ice cubes melted away, he untied her wrists, undid the ankle restraints, and guided her onto her stomach. Sitting back on his heels between her calves, he spread her legs wider, cupping her ass and feeling her skin against his palms and thumbs, learning her body.
He dragged his fingertips down the back of one thigh and, when she let out another faint moan, did the same on her other leg. He could spend all night right here, focused on the rise of her calves, the sensitive skin behind her knees, the backs of her thighs, exploring every inch of her legs, not to mention where they led.
Quietly, he took the slapper from his bag, pretty damn pleased with himself for remembering to leave it open on the bed so he wouldn’t have to leave her, even for a few seconds, to retrieve the toys. With his other hand, he rubbed and squeezed her ass cheek, giving her some sensation for context before swinging the leather against her skin. She yelped, clearly not expecting it.
When he could see her muscles relax, he swung it again, and she arched her ass toward him to meet his strike.
It grew rhythmic, their cycle of sound and stillness, tension and release, until after an especially hard slap she arched toward him once more, and he couldn’t stand it any longer.
He took a condom from the other front pocket of his bag, hustled it on fast, and positioned himself behind her.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes.”
That was all he needed. Lifting her hips and holding fast, his eyes stayed glued to her slick opening as he slid inside her and reveled in her moan.
999, 998. . .If he didn’t go slow, he would be done in a flash, an embarrassingly fast flash.
“Harder,” she pleaded, her voice muffled by the sheets she was gripping.
He sped up, thrusting harder and deeper. His cock swelled even more at the sound of her sighs.
“Hit me.”
He slowed his pace for a second to reach for the slapper and hit her as he pulled out, then thrust back into her and swatted her again as he pulled out. Not very smooth, but harder each time as he found the tempo. Thrust, slap, thrust, slap, thrust, slap.
“My face. Slap my face.” She ripped off the blindfold and swept her hair off her damp face before twisting around to give him a clear shot at her cheek.
He dropped the slapper on the bed and, still inside her, laid his palm on her back. “Not your face.”What the hell?“I can’t.”
“Slap my face!”
Her voice was full with despair and frustration, just like when she had asked him to pull her hair. His cock twitched inside her, it too remembering how she had cried out and came soon after he yanked it.
Instead of slapping her face—no fucking way—he reached for the back of her head, knotted his fingers in her hair, and yanked hard and fast.
A popping sound came from near her neck, and something landed on the sheet next to her. His eyes flew open; her hand shot to the base of her neck.
Fuck. Her heart necklace.
He winced at the awful whimpering sound she made.
