“I was trying to be careful with her,” Noah said, his voice a low growl.
“Well, now, there’s careful and then there’s perfection.” James pulled his hand back and smacked that gorgeous ass.
Hope whimpered as her flesh flushed to a nice shade of pink. James struck three times in rapid succession, varying the strength of his hand.
“This is what we call an erotic spanking, baby. And before you ask me, yes, I have had this done to me. Noah and I met a very nice Dominatrix who taught us a few tricks, but she used the other one as an example. Oddly enough, I think we were better at the techniques we had applied to us. I took the spanking, and I’m awfully good at giving them.” He went in for another round, the sound of his hand on her flesh filling the room, accompanied with her breathy little cries. “This spanking should heighten your arousal. The pain blends with heat until you can’t tell the two apart and everything is just a sensual experience.”
He struck the center of her ass. There was a fine sheen to her backside as he continued on, but he could smell the sweet scent of her arousal starting to flow. She’d stopped tensing at each blow as he hit seventeen and eighteen. She relaxed down and took the last two with a breathy sigh.
Later, he could introduce her to the pleasure of a single tail. Hope was perfect.
“What was Noah good at?” The question came out on a sensual little huff.
James snorted. He couldn’t help it. “You want to tell her?”
Noah was as red as Hope’s ass. “I…well, I…I lost at cards and I…I’m really good at anal sex.”
Hope’s laughter filled the dungeon. James joined in.
Different. It was so damn different than his other experiences. Hope made him laugh. The sound of her laughing made him feel buoyant and young.
“What Noah doesn’t know, baby, is that I cheated at cards. There was no way I was taking that plug.” James grinned at Noah’s offended gasp. “But if you want me to try it, I will. I’m a little older and a lot more open.”
“It sounds like Noah’s the one who’s more open.”
God, he was crazy about her smart mouth. He leaned over and kissed the cheeks of her ass. “Let’s see how open we can get you. Stay in this position.”
He got to his feet and found the offered plug set. As Bo had said, they were neat, clean, and sterilized for use. Trev was a perfect host. He thought briefly about the ginger lube but decided he wanted to keep his head on his body. Later. A simple water-based lube would work today. And a small plug. He didn’t want to scare her. He needed to make her like this. Noah might be better at anal than he was, but it couldn’t be by much. He loved the way a perky little asshole opened to take his cock. Sharing that with Hope would be so good.
He got back to his knees, well aware that Noah was looking on, his face back to being grim and dark. He wanted to be involved. Well, he should have damn well thought about that before he’d fucked Hope earlier.
James gently pulled apart the cheeks of her ass. Damn, that was pretty. Her asshole was pink and looked tighter than any fist. She was small, and he would have to be careful.
“I’m going to use some lube first, and then we’ll settle this little plug in. Are you all right, Hope?”
“I’m a little nervous,” she admitted.
But she was still aroused. He let his hand slide down to her pussy. She was soaking wet. Every inch of that pussy was swollen and wanting. He split her labia, pulling the petals aside and delving into her cunt with a single finger. Heat surrounded him. She was blazing hot. Whatever anxiety she had, she still wanted him. He slid the pad of his finger over her clit. Pleasure. That was what she needed. A little starter orgasm would make everything easier.
“Relax.” He made it an order. He was starting to understand her.
Hope’s shoulders lost their tension. Her eyes closed, and her knees spread a little wider.
That was what he wanted. Trust. He worked his thumb into her cunt, allowing two fingers to slide over her clit. Cream coated his fingers. So fucking wet. She started to move, to try to take him deeper.
He smacked her already-sensitive ass. “You stay still. Take what I give you.”
“It’s hard. It feels so good.”
“Has you taking control worked before?” He would bet his life the answer to that would be no.
“No,” she murmured. “Nothing worked until this morning.”
Noah wouldn’t have allowed her to control the sex. He might have been Ally’s lapdog, but he seemed to want more from Hope. Noah seemed a bit harder than before.
“Then you do as I tell you, and I promise I won’t stop until you’re satisfied. I’ll give you what you need.”
She stilled beneath him.
James went to work. He pressed his thumb in, rotating and opening her up. He caught her clit between his two fingers and pressed, pinching at it as he hooked his thumb and rubbed her G-spot.
Hope’s mouth opened, and a little cry let James know he’d hit the perfect spot. Her body shuddered as she rode out the orgasm. Arousal poured out of her, coating his hand and permeating the air. Her scent was like a drug, making his cock jump.
How long was he going to be able to hold out?
When the shudders stopped, he pulled his hand out and, without a single self-conscious thought, licked his fingers, tasting her for the first time. Tangy and sweet. Like Hope herself. He sucked her cream off his fingers.
“You taste like heaven, baby. I can’t wait to get my tongue on you.”
Her little sigh told him she was interested in that prospect. But he had something to do first.
“This is going to be a little cold at first.” He dribbled the lube right over her asshole. She whimpered a little. Those sounds she made were killing him. How would she sound when he had her on a cross counting out lashes in that sweet Southern voice of hers?
He picked up the small plug and fitted it to her asshole. The small puckered hole was closed, but he knew it wouldn’t stay that way. He rimmed her with the plug, opening her in tiny increments. He could see his cock there. When he fucked her ass, he would take it slow, and he would watch as his cock sank in, disappearing into the hot recess of her ass. He would push in until his balls caressed her flesh, and then he would watch as he pulled out. He would watch that same asshole that had tried to keep him out, fight to keep him in. He would watch and memorize every moment. It would be a beautiful thing, the ultimate trust.
He pressed in, the plug finally gaining ground. Hope moaned, her ass twitching.
“Almost there, baby.”
“It feels weird.” A fine shiver went across Hope’s skin.
“But it doesn’t hurt, does it?”
“No,” she admitted. Her voice was tight. “It’s odd, but it doesn’t hurt. I don’t know. But don’t stop.”
He wasn’t about to stop. He slid the plug home, seating it deep in her ass. He looked at it for a minute. The flat base was neatly pressed between the cheeks of her ass.
His cock throbbed. She was absolutely perfect. Never in all his thoughts about her had he imagined he would get her in a dungeon. He’d thought about fucking her and cuddling her and sharing a life with her, but not this. When he’d thought about getting married, he’d figured he would have to give up this part of his life, but now he wondered why.
His wife should know all of him. His wife should love all of him. If Hope could accept him, the dark and the light, maybe they could be happy. Maybe they could be more.
He helped her to her knees, her eyes slightly dreamy. He’d given her that. A whole fucking year wasted because he’d thought he had nothing to offer her. This. He could offer her this.
He leaned forward and kissed her, a sweet brushing of lips, ignoring the desperate calls of his cock. He took a moment to hold her, her bound arms forcing her nipples out to poke at his chest.