AllFreeNovel
Share Us
The head of my cock slipped against the padding of the cross, wet with my excitement. Suddenly Alastair’s fingers were there, playing with my dick and rubbing the moisture over the sensitive head.
“Oh. No, no,” I protested, squirming against his touch. It was too much, and it was not enough.
“You really are a spanking slut. You don’t know how happy that makes me.”
Then his fingers were gone, and he paddled me again, faster now, and it became a strange sort of workout. Sweat beaded on my skin, and my legs started to shake. But I was fucking flying. Part of me wanted it to stop right now. Another part wanted it to go on forever.
Eventually, when I started to think about actually using my safeword, if only because I didn’t know how far up I was going to float and I didn’t want to get so high that coming back down would kill me, it did stop. The paddle clattered to the floor, and Alastair pressed against me. I hissed as his zipper scraped my tender skin. Then he slipped lubed fingers between my cheeks and into my body, breaching me with pragmatic ease. He fucked me with one finger pushed deep, then two, as he moved them this way and that, teasing me and stoking my passion. His breathing was as labored as mine, but I was the one making embarrassing, vulnerable sounds.
It was exactly what I needed. I came back into my body, and it welcomed me, letting me feel everything Alastair was doing to me, and giving me so much fucking pleasure.
He slid his fingers out and pushed his cock in, wider and thicker and everything I wanted. I cried out as he went deep, shoving his pelvis against my sore ass, his cock touching me everywhere.
“Jesus. Jesus,” Alastair gasped, his movements getting faster and rougher.
I gasped and tried to breathe as Alastair railed me against the padded cross. The sounds I made were unreal, the cries of a strung-out sex junkie. Sooner than I expected, Alastair cried out, clutching my hips with a grip that added more pain to my euphoria. Then all thought left me as I yelled and came hard, convulsing around him, emptying onto the leather padding, and sobbing with pleasure, pain and ecstatic release.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Repercussions
We stayed like that for long moments, our breaths the only sound in the space. I whimpered, and Alastair nuzzled my neck and sighed.
“You okay?” His voice trembled in a way that soothed my heart. He was vulnerable, too.
“Yeah. Better than. That was…”
“Yeah. It was.”
Alastair took the blindfold off me, then helped me down and cleaned me off. I leaned against him, my knees wobbly.
“Amazing. You’re amazing,” he said.
“Can you, like just hold me…or something?” I said, because I was starting to shake, and it felt like I was coming down from subspace, hard and fast.
“Yes. God, of course.”
He got rid of the condom and tucked himself away, then led me over to the settee. He grabbed a soft blanket from a basket and wrapped me up in it, using a corner to wipe the damp hair off my forehead.
“Do you want to lie down?”
“In a minute,” I said, my teeth rattling as a panicky feeling starting to rise, replacing all the sexual tension and positive energy that had vanished in a heady rush and left me feeling bereft.
“Come here,” Alastair said, fisting the blanket and pulling me into his arms, which he wrapped tightly around me. “I’ve got you. Take deep breaths and let them out slowly.”
I tucked myself into him, feeling his warmth seep into my bones, stilling the panic and the shakes after about ten minutes. Alastair kissed my cheek and my ear and my forehead and whispered lovely things to me about how brave and strong I was and how beautiful, and how good it had been to be inside me.
“Better?” he asked finally.
“Yeah. Just really tired. I want to lie down.”
“Sure,” he said, helping me lie down and arranging the blanket over me.
“My ass hurts.”
Alastair laughed. “I expect it does. You liked that big paddle.”
“I liked both. That was—so weird, but so much fun. I don’t know why it was so good.”
