He continued to thrust against her until finally he stopped. He leaned against her for a long moment as his cock jerked and spasmed the last of his release. Then he eased out of her body with a gentle pop. She felt the warm slide of his seed spill over her aching flesh as he left her.
With gentle hands, he turned her over to her side. She curled her legs until her knees tucked into her stomach. Her muscles ached, and she trembled from head to toe. But she felt more alive than she’d ever felt before. Excited, exhausted and completely sated.
He bent and kissed her hip before sliding from the bed. She closed her eyes, too exhausted to do anything more than lie there and wait for him to return.
In a few seconds, he tugged at the rope at her hands. When her hands fell free, he rolled her over onto her back and gathered her in his arms. He picked her up from the bed and kissed the top of her head as he walked toward the bathroom.
The water was still running when he lowered her into the bathtub. She sighed contentedly as the hot water lapped over her body.
He knelt beside the tub and ran a hand through her hair. “Are you okay?”
She smiled, allowing the sheer joy coursing through her to show. “I’ve never been better.”
His eyes glittered, and she could see the satisfaction her answer had brought.
He washed her, gently tending to every inch of her body. When he was finished, he reached down and picked her up from the water. He set her down outside of the tub and reached for one of the large towels hanging on the rack.
As he wrapped the towel around her, he clutched her shoulders and pulled her close to him. He nudged her chin up with his knuckle then lowered his mouth to hers.
His kiss was tender, loving. He fanned his fingers out over her face as he deepened his kiss. She let out a contented sigh that he swallowed up as soon as it escaped.
“You’re so unbelievably sweet,” he murmured. “So perfect.”
She warmed under his approval, and she offered a shy smile when he drew away.
He tucked her hand into his and pulled her out of the bathroom. She followed him into the living room, and he stopped at the couch.
Without a word, he wrapped an arm around her and positioned her at the end of the sofa. The arms were big and fluffy and she had to stand on tiptoe when he bent her over the plump cushion.
Her feet left the floor as he pushed her back until her cheek rested against the seat cushion. Her ass stuck high in the air as her abdomen cradled the arm of the couch.
He left her for a moment then returned and pulled her hands behind her back as he’d done earlier. He wrapped the rope around her wrists and tied them together. Then he spread her legs so that her pussy and ass were exposed and vulnerable.
“Just like that,” he murmured. “I’m going to jump in the shower. I expect to find you just like I put you when I get back.”
The clear warning in his voice sent a delighted chill over her skin. She heard the soft thud of his feet as he walked back across the hardwood floor to the bathroom.
She lay there, her body already humming with heightened arousal. She didn’t think it was possible to have recovered so quickly from her last orgasm. It had been a force like she’d never experienced. No one had ever been able to give her so much, been able to take so much.
Was Gray the one? Her mind, her heart told her yes. Unequivocally yes. Her body told her yes. Did she dare to hope that she and Gray could forge a relationship?
She closed her eyes, afraid to hope, afraid that this was one disappointment she couldn’t bear if things didn’t work out.
Sensing his presence once again, she opened her eyes to see him standing beside the couch. Her vision focused on his hand at his side and the crop resting against his leg.
Heat flooded every pore of her body. He was going to spank her.
He extended the crop to touch her cheek, the leather tip trailing down her jawline. It followed a line down her neck and over her shoulder. He traced her spine down her back, and she shivered when it caressed her buttocks.
It left her body and then a split second later it struck her ass. Red-hot pain scorched the spot where the crop landed, leaving her breathless. Just as soon, though, the pain was replaced by a sensual heat as it radiated over her ass. It went humming through her body, tightening her nipples and making her pussy clench with need.
Another blow fell on her other cheek, and she flinched as a surprised cry spilled from her lips.
Two more landed in quick succession until she writhed, suspended between pain and deep arousal.
“You like the pain,” he said.
She moaned softly in response. She did. She couldn’t explain it. With each blow came initial discomfort, but at the same time, each strike gave her more pleasure than the last.
“I love seeing my mark on you. I love how red your ass gets with each slap of the leather. I love seeing you squirm in pain and then give over to the pleasure that follows.”
“More,” she whispered. “Please.”
He struck the soft globe of her ass again, harder than before. She cried out then shivered when his hand caressed away the burn. Again the crop descended, and the sharp snap of leather meeting flesh cracked across the room.
“But you want to know what I love even more?” he asked softly.
She whimpered softly.
“The idea that after I’ve turned your ass red I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to ride you hard while your ass is still burning, while my mark is still visible on your skin.”
She was going to come. Simply from his words, the spanking. She was going to blow out of control.
“How many more?” he asked. “How many blows do you think I should give you before I stuff my dick so far up your pussy that you taste me?”
“Please, please,” she panted. “I need…”
She flinched when he struck her again. Then again. Oh God.
“A dozen more? Can you take it, Faith? Should I stop?
“No!” she cried. “Please, don’t stop.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” he purred.
He brought the crop down on her ass then moved an inch in the other direction and struck her again. Five, six, seven times. She lost count as her ass caught fire. She was lost in a world of edgy pain and euphoric pleasure.
Harder. Each blow was harder than the last. He had begun light and increased the intensity with each strike. Unbearable heat bloomed until all she could feel was the tingle in her ass.
Then he stopped. The crop fell to the floor, and he roughly grabbed her ass in his hands, spreading her.
Before she could process what was happening, he rammed into her pussy. Her entire body burned with a fire only he could give her.
He reached up and curled his fingers tightly around her bound hands. He held on as he fucked her from behind.
No way she could withstand it a second longer. Pushed to the edge long before he penetrated her body, now she fell over in a cataclysmic burst.
She screamed and screamed again as he rode her mercilessly.
“Come for me,” he commanded.
She felt a gush of wetness and realized it was her. The smack of his hips meeting her ass filled the room. Wet, erotic sounds that only spurred her orgasm higher.
“I can’t…” she began, begging for something she didn’t even understand or comprehend.
His grip tightened on her hands and he slammed forward again. Her ass, tender from the spanking, tingled with every thrust.
“Let go,” he said gently, his tone at a direct contradiction to the power of his thrusts.
And she did. Her stomach clenched. Her pussy tightened and spasmed around his cock. She closed her eyes and pressed her lips together as a terrifying force built and raged inside her, demanding to be let out, forcing its way out.
Just when she thought she couldn’t take another second of the unbearable tension, the world exploded around her. The room shifted and fuzzed out of focus. Her body took on a life of its own as it shook and trembled.