Need won out over good intentions and she succumbed to the pull of that deep, commanding tone. For the first time in almost four years, she didn’t want to think in terms of ‘what if’, instead, opting for ‘why not’. “I’ll take the swats, Sir.”
“Excellent.” The soothing caress of his hand over her clenching cheeks warmed her as much as the approval in his voice. “Count them for me.”
Leslie faced ahead as Master Kurt took a step to the side and swung the belt. With a snap, the thick leather licked across both buttocks, leaving a prickling burn in its wake. “One, Sir.” She bit her lip and braced for the second strike, which landed below the first with sharper intensity. Sucking in a breath, she whispered, “Two, Sir.”
Pausing, he coasted a hand up and down her back. His silence and the delay unnerved her until the throbbing ache dulled enough to rouse her yearning for more. Her cuffed hands and ankles kept her arms and legs bound but her hips were free to lift and push back in silent entreaty.
“That’s my girl,” Kurt crooned, dropping his hand and delivering another blistering stroke.
Searing pain encompassed her butt, drawing a gasp before she could respond, “Three, Sir.”
Clenching her hands, Leslie bore down to accept the last two which came fast and hard, as she guessed they would. Tears fell down her face even as she embraced the pulsating agony. Her head went fuzzy, that pleasant euphoria that took her away from the unpleasant sensations until they slowly changed into needy arousal.
Before her senses cleared, Master Kurt released the restraints and turned her around to bind her again with her back to the cross. Leslie moaned as he cupped her mound and leaned forward, his dark face filling her vision, the roughness of his clothes reminding her of her complete nakedness. Lowering his coal-black head, he bit one turgid nipple and pressed hard against her swollen pussy. She’d never craved anyone as much as she did him, never wanted to be fucked as much as she longed for the burning stretch of his cock pounding into her. God help her, she didn’t know what she would do if he backed away from her again.
“Tell me, Leslie,” he whispered against her lips, “why did you think I would be okay with you turning to another Dom?”
Looking into the black depths of his intent gaze, she knew she couldn’t get away with anything except the stark truth. “Because you only want to get into my mind now, unlike that first night when we met.”
“Is that so? You think you know me, do you?”
The silky undertone of displeasure in his voice caused her a second of unease, and then he pressed his middle finger inside her pussy and nothing else mattered as she thrust against his palm with an aching plea. “Please.”
Kurt shoved aside his annoyance with Leslie, acknowledging she had a case for jumping to the wrong conclusion about why he hadn’t fucked her again since their surprise reunion. Eventually they would discuss that insecurity as well as anything else she was keeping from him. But not now, not tonight.
With his eyes on hers, he moved back enough so she could watch him free his cock with one hand while continuing to swirl his finger inside her slick pussy with the other. “I love how you’re always wet, sweetheart, always ready for more, whatever it is
I want to do to you and with you.” A shudder went through her damp body as she eyed his hard, hot flesh springing into his hand. “Like that, do you?” He squeezed his shaft while stroking her puffy clit.
“Yes, I do. Sir.” Her pelvis jutted forward, a gush of cream coating his finger with her quiet moan.
“Then I think it’s time I proved how wrong your assumption of me is.” Pulling out of her clasping channel, he swiped his wet finger over her smooth labia, transferring the dampness as he sheathed his cock.
Reaching behind her, Kurt grasped Leslie’s ass, holding her hips still as he speared her flesh in one thrust. “Eyes down,” he ordered, working his way back out of her tight pussy until only his cockhead remained nestled inside. “I want you to see how much I want you.” He rammed straight up inside her again. “I want you to learn what a restraint it has been for me to hold back, to go slow for your benefit regardless of my own lust.”
Leslie shook her head, her tawny hair sliding around her tense shoulders, her blue eyes wide with both surprise and arousal. “How was I supposed…” She gasped as he leaned forward and drew a nipple into his mouth, suckling the hard tip as he pumped inside her clutching pussy. “Oh, God.”
Kurt worried her nipple with his teeth before releasing the pink bud to give her a stern look. “You were supposed to trust your Dom. Watch.”
Her gaze swept down as he pulled her pelvis forward for easier use of her pussy. He eyed their joined bodies along with her, loved the way her tight inner muscles clamped around his pummeling shaft, the soft grip of her puffy labia enfolding his steely girth and the warm gush of her juices easing his way.
Their breathing grew labored along with his forays in and out of her clutching body. Her breasts, coated with a damp sheen, jiggled with each pounding thrust, her tight, pinpointed nipples begging for his mouth again. His lust for her turned into a greedy conflagration, clawing at his balls with a voracious need that grew with each ramming stroke, hardening his cock into an aching demand.
Panting, Leslie shook in the restraints, straining toward him, her eyes remaining glued to his pummeling dick. The look on her face undid Kurt, the edgy arousal that changed to a need so strong she winced as if in pain. Her womb clenched and flooded with liquid heat as she clamped around him and screamed in pleasure, the spasming grips of her climax pulling his orgasm from his balls to spew into the latex and orbit him to the same plane of ecstasy she appeared lost in.
“Still think I don’t want you?” Kurt rasped as he dragged his cock slowly out of her still clinging depths, his breathing as heavy as hers, his heart still thundering in his ears.
Leslie’s flushed face turned even redder. “I…” She inhaled, struggling to catch her breath, and when she did, a wicked gleam entered her eyes. “I may need a few more examples, Sir. You know, just to be sure.”
His lips twitched. She didn’t reveal her lighthearted side often enough. “I’ll see what I can do about that.” He squeezed her warm ass, her grimace drawing his smile. “I wouldn’t want you to make the same mistake twice.” Releasing her bonds, she fell against him with a laugh and he held her soft, naked body close, wondering how long she would cling to him before pulling away again.
Over the next two weeks, Leslie’s resolve to guard her feelings was put to the test as Master Kurt left her with no doubts about whether he desired her or not. He instructed her to get dressed up and took her out to dinner at the most expensive restaurant in Billings and then for a drive outside of town to fuck her on the hood of his truck, leaving her hard-pressed to concentrate on her students the next day.
They returned to her apartment after going out for hamburgers and miniature golf and he fucked her against the wall as soon as they got inside, ripping her panties off in his haste. She’d fallen into bed still vibrating from the three orgasms and his tender look as he’d told her good-night.
He attached nipple huggers and inserted dual bullet vibrators before taking her to the newest comedy film. Seated in a private balcony booth, he cut off her laughter more than once with a flick of the switch that started the toys pulsating in soft waves inside her pussy and rectum but refused to let her climax until on the way home. She’d stumbled into her apartment on wobbly legs, still chuckling from the movie.
Damn, that had been the longest two hours of her life, Leslie mused with a fond smile as she tried grading papers. But that hadn’t been as bad as missing him the following day when he called but they didn’t go out or last night, when he’d lifted his face from her needy, saturated pussy, his mouth glistening with her juices, two fingers still moving inside her and asked what made her decide to move to Montana. The personal question had caught her by surprise and stalled her climax, angering her. She winced as she remembered snapping at him, telling him it was none of his business and how he retaliated by slamming out of her apartment. She’d feared that would be the end of their affair and then fretted over the tight constriction around her heart the thought caused. But he called thirty minutes later, just as she’d crawled teary-eyed into bed, and made plans for the next evening as if nothing had happened, and she’d fallen into sleep without further thought or stress.