He caressed her bare thigh where the shirt had ridden up and Cassie had trouble keeping from spreading her legs open in invitation as her core moistened. Talk about easy and eager, she thought with a rueful sigh. “Thank you, Master Marc.”
“I like how easily my title now falls from those pretty lips.” As he grasped her hair, a thrill shot up her spine when he held her still for a deep, wet kiss that set her body to quivering with anticipation. “And I like how those lips feel under mine.”
“Cassie, what can I get you?” Jack interrupted, grinning at her dazed expression. “Shit, Marc. All you did was kiss her. I can’t wait to see her face after you’ve had her over the spanking bench for a while.”
The shocked arousal filling her blue eyes drew a chuckle from both men. “Bring her a rum and Coke, Jack, and make it strong. She will need it.”
Fifteen minutes later, he had the shirt gaping open and the strong drink had kicked in, loosening her body and warming her from the inside. Or maybe she should attribute the pleasant feeling to how Marc’s hands were all over her bared breasts. Turning on the stool to face him, she shivered from the hard pinch and taut pull of both nipples.
“You like that little bite of pain, don’t you?”
He didn’t lift his eyes from her nipples, alternating between rolling them between his fingers and pinching. By the time he released them, the throbbing nubs were cherry red.
“Yes,” she breathed, ignoring the couple standing next to them visiting with Jack and Morgan.
“Your breasts are so pretty, so soft as they fill my hands. Except here.”
Opening his fingers, he rubbed his palms against her sensitive nubs in a circular motion. Pushing against him, she bit her lip to keep from begging for more. He was the only one who could arouse her so fast, and to such a depth she ceased to think of anything except the pleasure they could give each other. When he slowly stroked his right hand down her waist and cupped her pussy, she thought she’d come right then. Grasping his wrist for leverage, she pushed against his palm, a silent plea for more.
“You’ve got my hand all wet, darlin’. Shame on you,” he murmured, pressing his palm harder between her spread legs, catching her juices as they seeped out then rubbing over her plump, soft folds.
“It’s your fault,” she accused him, her face warming when Scott walked up to lean with casual negligence against the bar, a beer dangling from his hand as his gray eyes looked her over in slow perusal.
“She’s very pretty, Marc.”
“Stop,” Marc snapped when she attempted to close the shirt over her nakedness. “I didn’t give you permission to cover yourself.”
Cassie dropped her hands and tried looking away from both men. It was one thing to have strangers walking by or standing near and conversing with others while he played with her and another to have a man she knew and saw every day standing right in front of her, watching as Marc continued fondling her breasts and bared labia. But as disconcerting as she found Scott’s close presence, she couldn’t stem the rush of arousal as Marc slid one finger inside her.
After swirling his finger in her pussy, he raised his eyes to her flushed face and brought that finger to his mouth, his grin smug when her warm face turned hot. “She’s also very wet,” he told Scott before sucking his finger clean.
Scott slapped Marc on the back, his smile wide and wicked. “Give the poor girl some consolation. She deserves it.”
Cassie breathed a sigh of relief when the sheriff strolled away. “I do, you know.”
“I decide what you deserve, and don’t. And right now, I think I’d like to see that pretty ass displayed over the spanking bench. I want to hear you scream when you come after being paddled,” he whispered in her ear as he lifted her off the stool and took her hand.
She attempted to close the flapping shirt with her free hand, but his growled “Leave it” stayed her hand and made her wonder if the man had eyes in the back of his head.
When they reached the hip-high padded bench, he slipped the shirt off her shoulders and urged her down. Legs straight, Cassie lay prone on the bench, uneasy with her vulnerable exposure as he spread her legs and cuffed her ankles in place. When his large, warm, callused hands slid up her calves and thighs, she relaxed somewhat and when he skimmed his lips over her buttocks followed by a slow lick from her anus to her seam, her body rippled with renewed desire and anticipation.
Rising, Marc braced himself over her back, enveloping her small, shaking body with his. “Easy, darlin’,” he soothed. “You’ve done this before.” He arranged her breasts on either side of the narrower end of the bench so they hung down like small ripe fruits ready to be plucked. “If my memory serves me correctly, you liked being taken this way.” Grabbing her right wrist, he kissed her clenched fist then drew her arm down and attached the cuff before doing the same to her left. “There. Restrained, spread, and available. How do you feel?”
“Scared, excited, exposed. Did I mention excited?” Cassie replied without evasion, not sure which emotion gripped her the strongest. There weren’t that many people in the club, fewer than twenty. Other than Marc, Jack, and Morgan, she only recognized Scott from town, which helped ease the last of her hesitation.
“I’m proud of you fo
r being so honest. Let’s see if I can take your mind off everything except me.”
She shivered with cold when he moved away from her, then shuddered with expected heat as he lifted a paddle off the wall and stepped behind her. The first smack from the round leather paddle stung as much as she remembered, the fiery burn it left behind soothed with his light caress. “Sir, please…” She pushed back into his hand, glad he hadn’t strapped her hips down, her cheek throbbing from the hard swat.
“I do love hearing you beg.”
He smacked her other cheek, then caressed the burning spot before slapping her again, this one a little harder. The steady pattern of swat, caress, swat, caress he set up, alternating between buttocks, drew her in, took over her senses until all she was aware of was the building painful pleasure consuming her. Unable to control her own body, her hips greeted each stroke with a welcoming lift.
She yelped with the hard blow he delivered to the middle of her butt then sobbed in a plea for relief. “Master, please, I need to come.” Her hot, swollen globes fed her arousal, had her desperate for the pleasure of an orgasm to douse the encompassing fire.
“Not yet, darlin’.” Marc peppered her buttocks with a few softer strokes then ran his palm over the warm rosy flesh. “You look beautiful, all red and hot.” He squeezed her right buttock, smiling when she whimpered and rubbed against his hand. “And down here,” he moved his hand between her spread cheeks to cover her pussy, “all warm and wet and soft.” He traced her damp folds first then took a light dip between them before shifting to caress then slip into her tight back hole.