Chapter 47

Cami

By the time we got back to Xander’s place, my body was throbbing with need. While we hadn’t talked about sex on the drive, it was on both of our minds. Xander’s hand slid under the edge of my skirt several times. His fingers merely caressed my inner-thigh, not going too far up, while I imagined them sliding into me.

I stepped out of the car and waited for Xander to come around to my side, my legs practically shaking with lust. When his hand settled on my lower back to guide me in from the garage, I looked up at him. “Please, tell me you have a condom. I’m not sure I can make it upstairs to your room.”

One corner of Xander’s lips kicked up into a smirk. “I do have a condom, but I’m not quite ready to use it.”

“Why not?” I asked as we walked into the house. “You seemed just as hot as I was at the club. Maybe you need a little encouragement.”

I stripped my shirt over my head before sliding my skirt down my hips, leaving me standing before him in my red bra, panties, and strappy shoes.

“Behave.” The strain in that one word proved Xander was just as turned on as I was, despite his efforts to pretend otherwise.

“Where’s the fun in that?” I accompanied my question with a saucy smile before walking to his loveseat and bending over the arm so my ass was in the air. “It’s so much more fun being bad.”

Xander chuckled as he strode toward me. “Oh, so you like being bad?” One hand settled on my lower back while he used the other to massage my ass.

I moaned. “Yes. That feels so good.”

“You know what happens to bad girls, right?”

I flashed him a naughty grin. “That’s part of the reason I love being bad.”

Xander’s grin widened. “Put your hands behind your back.”

There was no hesitation in obeying his command. When my hands were behind my back, Xander slowly undid his belt and pulled it through the loops. His goal was to build anticipation, and it was working. Using his belt, he secured my hands behind my back.

“Very nice.” He massaged my butt again before sliding a hand between my legs to stroke me through my panties. “And you’re already wet. I wonder how wet you’re going to be when your ass is warmed.”

A needy whimper was my only reply.

He began massaging my backside again, occasionally sliding his hand between my legs. Just when I was about to complain about his teasing, Xander’s hand came down on my right butt cheek. It was a light smack that had me moaning and craving more. After that, he settled into a steady rhythm that built in intensity until my ass was pleasantly warm and stinging. That’s when he stopped.

“Don’t move, babe.” I watched as he walked away.

“You can’t leave me like this!” He chuckled at my protest. If my hands weren’t bound, I’d have reached between my legs to stroke myself. I was torn between my desire to have Xander pleasure me and my need for him to continue with the spanking. I loved a good spanking, and Xander was talented in that area. There was more to a good spanking than just smacking someone’s ass several times. It required a warmup that left the spankee craving more.

Xander returned and smacked my ass again. This time, he was wearing a leather glove. “You didn’t think I was done yet, did you?”

“I did,” I admitted, moaning when Xander slid my panties down my legs. I lifted one leg and then the other to allow him to slip the panties off. He also undid the straps on my shoes to remove them before pushing me forward slightly so my feet no longer touched the ground.

“Open,” he commanded as he held my panties in front of my face. When my eyes widened, he grinned. “You’re the one who wanted to play bad girl games. I’ll bet you’re getting even wetter at the thought of me shoving these panties in your mouth.”

What could I say? He was right; the thought of having Xander gag me with my panties was a huge turn on, so I opened my mouth. Xander looked pleased and a little surprised by my acquiescence.

“You are fucking amazing,” he praised as he slid two fingers inside of me. He continued to work me with his fingers until I began to tighten as I wiggled against his hand.

My whimper of protest when he removed his fingers made Xander laugh softly. “Patience. I like having you in this position, totally at my mercy. Besides, I’m not done with your spanking. You don’t really want me to stop when I’ve just gotten your ass warmed up, do you?”

When I shook my head, he grinned. “Perfect.”

His leather-clad hand connected with my ass, sending vibrations through my core. Each swat had me on sensation overload. I was also feeling deliciously helpless and exposed. It wasn’t long until I completely gave myself over to Xander, focused only on the sensations I was experiencing at his hands.

Xander reached forward to pull the panties from my mouth and gave me a fond smile. “You look gorgeous. I can’t wait to get inside of you.”

“Please.” That one word was all I could manage, but I didn’t need to say more. Xander knew exactly what I wanted.

The glove landed beside my head just before I heard his zipper slide down, followed by the tearing of the condom package. When I felt the head of his dick at my entrance, I moaned and wiggled against him. His hands gripped my hot ass cheeks, spreading me wider as he began to thrust into me.

“Yes,” I practically screamed when he began fucking me hard from behind. There was no build-up, just hard, rough sex, and it was what I needed. Each thrust caused him to slap against my stinging ass. The slight pain increased my pleasure. I was already tightening around him, having been close to my orgasm when he’d first entered me.

Xander gripped my ass tighter and groaned as he continued to slam into me until I screamed with my orgasm, tugging at the belt restraining my wrists. Slowing his pace, Xander eased me through my orgasm before he untied my wrists and helped me to my feet.

He hadn’t come yet, so I had no idea why he was stopping.

“I want to look in your eyes when I come.” He didn’t give me a chance to respond before sitting on the loveseat and urging me to straddle his lap. I quickly complied, sliding down his dick.

With his hands on my hips, Xander guided my movements, sliding me up and down. His eyes remained locked with mine, adding intimacy to our encounter. At that moment, it was more than sex, and that connection was just as arousing, if not more. I soon found myself tightening around Xander again as my movements became frenzied. We were both panting, and I was making loud whimpering noises as Xander grew impossibly bigger inside of me.

“Xan!” I screamed with my second release as he groaned with his own.

In the time it took us to recover, our gazes remained locked. A sated smile played on Xander’s lips as one hand reached around the back of my head to pull me closer. His lips brushed against mine before he spoke. “That was amazing. No, amazing doesn’t even begin to describe it. You are beyond amazing.”

“I was thinking the same about you,” I said with a sleepy smile.