“Then why is it on the counter?”
He felt like a total dickhead for using it as a scare tactic. “It was just in the bag,” he lied.
She relaxed slightly. “Okay.”
Part of him wanted to call this punishment off. But a stronger part knew Ainsley needed this lesson.
Why? So the next Dom she hooks up with will reap the benefits?
The thought of another Dom touching her made him insane.
Ben did grant a soft kiss on her forehead as he ran his palm up her bound arm. “Count loud enough so I can hear or I won’t count it. And I better hear respect in that tone, understand?”
“Yes. Sir.”
Using the paddle, he smacked her left butt cheek. The thwack bounced off the bar mirror in an erotic echo.
“One. Sir.”
By the time he reached twenty smacks, Ainsley was very squirmy and his c**k was painfully hard. What a gorgeous sight, her ass a bright pink border between the white skin of her back and thighs. He traced her butt crack until his fingers connected with her pu**y. Her wet pu**y. Oh hell yeah. His angel was a sub through and through. She needed this as much as he did.
Pity she’ll walk away from this lifestyle and from you at the end of the night. You’ll just become a memory of the weeks she dabbled on the wild side.
Ben had to toss that unsettling thought aside. He turned the vibrator on the lowest speed, rolling it across those flaming butt cheeks. He said, “Lift up,” and slid the phallus into her cunt.
Ainsley gasped and tried to squeeze her legs together.
He brushed his mouth across the shell of her ear. “Half done. But if you come before you get the next twenty lashes? I’ll give you ten more with my hand, understand?”
“Oh God. It’s…vibrating right on my G-spot.”
“I know. And be warned, I ain’t gonna go fast with these last twenty. I like takin’ my time with the crop.”
She moaned. And wiggled that pretty pink butt.
“Get ready to count.” He knew these would sting twice as much because the tissue was already swollen and he braced himself for her reaction.
She reared up when the blow landed. “Oh, you bastard, that hurts!”
Ben waited for her to realize her error.
“Sorry. Sir. It just…stung. Crap. That was…ah… One. Sir.”
“Good girl.” Ben smoothed his hand over the hot skin, as if deciding where to place the next mark. Her entire body vibrated in anticipation. The next lash hit the crease of her thigh.
“Oh, I…fuck…you…shit… That’s two. Sir.”
By the thirteenth mark, her body still trembled but she’d fallen into a deeper breathing pattern. Her voice had taken on that dreamy quality as she counted.
At number seventeen, her hips began to bump up and she tried to grind her crotch into the wood. Ben gathered her hair in his hand and raised her head. Her eyes were glassy with that mix of pleasure and pain. He wanted to f**k her so bad he could practically taste the scream she’d release on his first deep thrust. “Don’t come. You come and I start over, remember?”
“Please.”
“No. You can take three more, Ainsley. And these three are gonna sting.”
She shuddered, but whispered, “Okay.”
He’d gone into that Dom zone, where their every breath seemed synchronized. Where he felt sweat breaking out on his body in the same places he saw it on hers. Where he felt each blow travel from the crop, up his arm and down to the exact spot on his body where he’d just hit on hers. He swung. Connected with her flesh. She cried out. Not in pain.
“Come on. Two more.” As much as he wanted to level the blows boom boom, he spaced them out, hyper-aware the anticipation would make the release so much sweeter.
As soon as she rasped out, “Twenty,” he shucked his jeans and rolled on a condom. His hands shook as he untied her ankles. She moaned, “No,” when he eased the vibrator out.
Ben crawled up on the bar and hiked Ainsley’s hips into the air. Keeping hold of her knees, he plunged into that tight, wet heat, and an animalistic snarl burst free.
Ainsley whimpered. He pumped twice more and slipped his hand around to finger her clit. Jesus. She was so primed. As he rubbed that plumped nub, he stretched over her lush, bound body, hissing as her scorching hot butt pressed into his lower abdomen.
“Oh God. Yes. Oh please.”
“Come on, baby, take it. You’ve earned it. It’s right there.” He withdrew, slammed home, and pinched her clit at the same time he opened his mouth wide and sucked the sweet spot on the back of her neck.
Ainsley released a primal scream. Her cunt spasmed so powerfully around his c**k he thought the contractions might suck the seed right out of his balls. He held on through the fierce bucking of her body, through her gasping sobs, through the potent aftershocks that were clusters of tiny orgasms.
When she lowered her face to the bar, trembling and spent, Ben pulled out of her pu**y, gritting his teeth as the muscles clamped down, trying to keep his c**k inside.
He ditched the condom and closed his fist around the base of his shaft. His eyes focused on the sexy sight before him. That beautiful red butt in the air, her inner thighs slick with her juices, spread to reveal her swollen sex. His hand pumped harder. Just a couple more. His shaft swelled. His balls tightened. Ben roared as he came, aiming each hot spurt at her ass. He gloried in pure male satisfaction at seeing her so thoroughly, so intimately marked by him. First by his hand and then by his seed.
He could not tear his eyes away from watching those milky spots turning into wet stripes on her pinked ass.
But his knee joint cracked loudly, reminding him where he was. Dazed, he patted Ainsley’s thigh and backed off the bar. His legs were awful damn rubbery as he walked to the kitchen. He washed his hands, his face and soaked two hand towels with cool water. When he returned to take care of Ainsley, the thought of this being their last night together tied him up in knots. Tied him up so completely he thought about calling off the loan. He could get the money from Settler’s First.
You’re gonna gamble this chance to own the land your family has always wanted for a piece of ass? Even a prime piece of ass? Wrong. You can have this scenario every weekend at the club. It’s nothing special. The land is. Get with the program. Stay on track. Stay focused.
Ben shut out the warring voices in his head and focused on his sub. He wiped her clean with gentle strokes as his free hand caressed her hair. He released her restraints and helped her find her balance as she slid off the bar.