“I’m being punished for turning you on?”
Another shake of his head. “No. You are being rewarded for turning me on. But we’re doing it my way. You teased the fuck out of me, and now I want to watch you squirm. Crawl up on my bed and get on your hands and knees.”
She held up her wrists, a sexy wink in her eyes. “I’ve been waiting for this.”
“Go, woman. And leave your shoes and stockings on.”
She strutted over to the bed. He followed, watching as she climbed up, and positioned herself on all fours in the middle of the white comforter on his king-size bed. His tie dangled down from her neck onto the covers. He joined her on the bed, bending over her, and reaching his hands around to her neck. “I’m going to untie this now, and use it for something else,” he said, quickly unknotting it. The tie fell into his hands as she rocked back into him. He brought a hand down to her ass, spanking her hard.
“Did I say you should rock your ass against me?”
“No.”
“Do you want to be spanked again?”
“Maybe I do,” she said in that taunting voice, wriggling against him once more.
She was rewarded with another smack, and that drew out a long low moan as she arched her back.
“I’ll check to see how much you like it,” he said, dipping his hand between her legs to test her love of spanking. Oh yeah, there was the proof, so he slapped her once more, and she drew in a sharp quick breath.
Then he tugged her hands together, sending her falling forward onto her elbows. He wrapped his tie around her wrists, once, twice, then pulled it between them to tighten the hold. Finishing it off with a strong knot, he tied the loose end to the headboard. He grabbed a pillow, and stuffed it under her chest. “This is if you need to muffle your screams.”
“Assuming you make me scream,” she said.
“I will make you scream, Julia. I will make sure the neighbors know how good you’re about to get it.”
He moved to appraise his handiwork. She was on her knees and elbows, her hands bound together with his cobalt blue tie through the slats in the headboard, her gorgeous body stretched taut.
“Mmm,” he murmured, stroking his chin. “Fucking perfect.”
“So now what?”
“Now, I am going to tease the ever loving fuck out of you, gorgeous,” he said, and ran his hands from her shoulders down her sexy back to her ass. Placing his thumbs on that most favorite spot where her legs met her ass, he spread her cheeks. “You have the most perfect ass I have ever seen. The things I could do with this ass,” he mused.
“What sort of things?”
“Oh, you’ll see,” he said, teasing her with his thumbs, dragging them gently between her legs. “Did dancing for me get you hot? Don’t sass me or I will take my hands off of you,” he said sliding one finger lightly across her entrance.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Could you feel your panties getting hotter with each move you made on me?” He rubbed his finger lightly against her swollen clit, and she moaned, lifting her rear higher. An invitation. A beautiful fucking invitation as she showed him with her body, with her moves, how much she wanted this.
“Yes, I could feel myself getting all hot and bothered, Clay.”
“Tell me what it felt like.”
“I felt like I was on fire between my legs. I was aching and practically gushing in my panties,” she said, her words making him groan as he pushed his thumbs against her soft flesh.
“It made me so hard to see you strutting around my house, wearing my clothes, tying my tie, and teasing the fuck out of me,” he told her. “You want to see how much?”
“Yes, please.”
He let go of her ass, and dragged the head of his cock against her, coating himself with her glorious wetness. A low rumbling took hold in his chest at the feel of her, so wet, so ready.
She whimpered when he pulled away.
“But I’m not giving it to you just yet.” He grabbed her ass hard, spreading her legs open wider, giving him the perfect view of her glistening pussy that was so damn tempting he could not resisting burying his face between her legs. The second he made contact, she groaned his name, a plaintive plea for more of his tongue. But he didn’t plan to give her his tongue right now, so he flicked once against her clit, then stopped.
“That is for teasing me,” he said sharply.
“Clay,” she cried.
“What do you want, gorgeous? Tell me what you want.”
“I want more.”
“No, you want to be fucked. I can see it as I stare at this beautiful sight,” he said, returning his hand between her legs, and cupping her. “You’re making my whole hand wet.”
“Because I want you,” she said, and he could hear the need in her voice, turning into a ragged kind of desperation.
“I would be a cruel bastard to deny your pussy right now,” he said, then plunged a finger inside her, and instantly, she screamed.
He thrust his finger in and out, bringing his other hand around to squeeze one of her breasts. He was bent over her, fucking her hard with a finger, and kneading her breasts, all while she could do nothing but rock into his hand.
She tightened around his finger.
“You needed more you said?” He asked.
“God, yes.”
He thrust two fingers inside her, and felt her clench against him, her pussy drenching him with her arousal. “Now fuck my hand, Julia. Fuck my hand like you fuck your own fingers when you masturbate.”
“You think I masturbate to you?”
“I know you do, gorgeous. I know you do. Now show me how or I’ll stop,” he said, pausing inside her, giving her the chance to feel what it was like to want to be fucked badly. Within seconds, she rocked into his fingers.
“That’s how,” she said, her breathing rushed, as she pumped herself onto his hand, thrusting up and down on his two fingers. “That’s how I fucked my own fingers when I got off to you this week.”
“I like it when you tell me the truth. Because when you do, I can reward you the way I like. Now, you keep riding my hand, and I want to feel you come all over me,” he said, rubbing his thumb against her wet and throbbing clit as she rode him, and soon he felt her tighten all over his fingers.
She pushed back hard, then screamed his name, her entire body writhing against his hand. Her noises echoed around his house, and soon, but not too soon, she slowed down. It was then that he nibbled on her bottom, and the next sound from Julia was one of surprise.
She gasped.
She was in another world right now, blissed out beyond any and all recognition. Barely aware anymore of what he was doing to her. Drugged out on his touch, her whole body felt boneless and beautiful at the same time. And he wasn’t done with her. Not in the least. His hands were sliding all along her back, so firm and strong as he mapped her with his fingers, all while kissing the outline of her rear.
Her ass was in the air, and it was his for the playing. She had no clue how far he planned to go, or if she’d let him. Probably not that far, but she couldn’t deny the way her insides melted as he ran his tongue along her ass, tracing the cheeks, then dipping down between her legs, darting against her molten center.
She could barely form words now. Could hardly talk after that orgasm. All she could manage was his name. “Clay.”
“I got this,” he whispered. “I’ll take care of you.”
“I know,” she murmured, sounding and feeling thoroughly intoxicated.
He returned to his kissing, this time beginning at the back of her knees, so he could lick his way up her thighs. “Oh god,” she whimpered because his tongue was magic. He returned to her backside, flicking his tongue across her flesh, and then he kissed her between her legs. She wasn’t sure if her pussy could handle it right now, being worked over by his epic mouth, but she was willing to see. But then, maybe that’s not where he was headed.