Chapter Twenty-four
Robyn
As soon as my agreement left my lips, Oliver groaned long and low, then his lips were on me, avoiding my mouth, and instead trailing to my temple then my ear, nibbling on the sensitive lobe until I shivered with desire. ‘As you wish. You have some safe words, please remember them; if you are fine, you say green. If you want to discuss something you say amber, and if you want to stop at any point you say red. I will always, always, stop if you say red, no matter what we are doing. Understand?’
‘Yes, Sir.’
He nodded, and leaned back so he could look into my eyes. ‘Please repeat the safe words, Robyn, so we have no misunderstandings.’
‘Green for good, amber if I want to ask you something, Sir, and red if I want to stop.’
‘Good girl.’ He nodded in satisfaction. ‘Now get on your knees and assume ready position one.’
I gasped at the sudden sharpness in his tone, but something inside me had my body instantly reacting to his words and I hastily scrambled to get myself up and into a kneeling position. The feel of his hand gripping my forearm stopped me. ‘Your enthusiasm is hot, believe me, but relax. Try not to rush. Enjoy yourself. Make it like a show.’
I nodded, and raised my eyes to his. His pupils were so large now that his eyes looked black. They suited his dominant self perfectly. Dark eyes, just like his dark desires.
‘Sorry, Sir, I just know that you said there would be punishments if I didn’t follow your commands.’
He nodded, understanding dawning on his features. ‘That’s true, but as long as you are reacting to what I’ve asked of you, you won’t ever be disciplined for taking your time.’
Ah, OK then. That sounded far better. Pulling in a calming breath, I tried to relax my trembling limbs and took my time to position myself in the centre of the bed on my knees. He hadn’t asked me to undress, so I kept my clothes on, but followed his instructions, trying to do as he’d asked and make it more of a show. First, I slowly licked my lips, then gently flicked my hair over my shoulders. Straightening my back, I made my breasts stick out, then finally I placed my palms on my thighs and lowered my gaze.
Oliver made a noise of appreciation, but it was so strained that I risked a quick glance up to see if I was doing everything right. His nostrils flared, and a low growl rumbled from his chest. A second later, he shifted on the bed, his hand rising up to tangle in my hair as he gripped the back of my head and dragged my lips to his as if there was no way he could possibly resist me.
Considering the way he’d tugged me forwards, his lips were surprisingly gentle as they brushed back and forth over mine, taking his time as if breathing me in, teasing me, and coaxing me to open up for him.
I was desperate for a real kiss with him, so didn’t need any coaxing at all. My lips parted on a groan and he wasted no time in pushing his tongue in to taste me for the first time. His tongue explored, twining with mine, urging me to give him more. I did. I might not have been an expert kisser, but I gave him everything I could, leaning forwards into him when he kissed me harder.
My lips would be bruised tomorrow, and probably my chin, from where his other hand was now gripping me with his thumb, but it felt so good, so right, that I found myself moaning again. I’d never been so vocal with a partner, and we’d barely even started.
His head shifted, changing the angle of his kiss, and as his intensity kicked up yet another notch I found myself matching his strokes with my own, and sighing with contentment as he dug his fingers into the hair at the back of my scalp. He was just as skilled at kissing as I had imagined.
‘Feel good?’ he asked, giving a slight tug on my hair to tilt my head back for him. There was a tinge of pain, but I couldn’t deny that I liked it.
‘Yes.’ The tug was sharper the second time around, instantly reminding me that I had forgotten my place again, and I quickly tried to soothe him. ‘Yes, Sir, it feels amazing.’
He hummed his pleasure, and kissed me again, his hand still gripped in my hair and tipping my head back. My neck felt completely exposed like this, and as his lips trailed down the fragile skin, leaving a hot, wet trail in their wake, I shivered with desire.
I needed him, right now, and I couldn’t help raising my hands to tug at the buttons of his shirt.
As soon as I pulled the first button open, Oliver shifted back, removing himself completely from the bed in one swift move as he shook his head.
‘Uh-uh. There you go again, trying to lead. When you submit to me, you do things my way, and in my time. I think I’ll have to help you remember my rules.’ His eyes briefly flicked down my body and back up again. ‘Stand and strip down to your underwear.’
Strip? My stomach lurched with nerves. Apart from the jacket he’d removed earlier he was still fully dressed, but now he wanted me starkers?
‘You’re hesitating, Robyn. Don’t overthink it. Use a safe word, or follow my instructions. Those are your two choices.’
Once he’d made it that plain for me, I was off the bed before I’d even had chance to consider it. I didn’t want this to stop, and I had no questions to ask, so really all I had to do was follow his lead. Simple. As I stood by the foot of the bed, I remembered his words from earlier and slowed things down instead of rushing.
Taking my time, I gripped the hem of my top and slowly began to drag it up my body and over my head, before tossing it aside. I snuck a quick glance at Oliver, and saw that he was now standing with his arms folded and a barely contained look of lust smouldering on his face. His expression gave me all the encouragement I needed to continue, and so I lowered my shaky fingers to the button of my jeans, popping it open and pulling the zip down.
Sliding my thumbs inside the waistband, I shimmed the tight denim down my legs and kicked them off, then straightened up so I stood before him in nothing but my matching black underwear. Thank goodness that Sasha had persuaded me to buy a few new sets for this trip.
Recalling the night that he had shown me the ready positions, I assumed position two; widening my legs, straightening my spine but lowering my eyes, and placing my palms on the outside of my thighs.
‘Dios. You are just stunning, Robyn.’ From the corner of my eye I watched as Oliver slowly stalked around me like someone might if they were examining a new car.
‘Bra next. As it is your first experience with this type of play I shall allow you to keep your knickers on for the time being, if that makes you feel more comfortable.’
I bent my arms behind my back, but as I gripped the clasp of my bra, I paused and raised my eyes to his. ‘Amber … I have a question, Sir.’
Immediately Oliver’s demeanour changed, his prowling ceased, and a look of tender concern flooded his face. ‘Good girl. That is exactly what the safe words are for. Ask away.’
‘Are … are you staying fully dressed, Sir? Is that how this works?’
I saw a hint of a smile curve Oliver’s lips, then he uncrossed his arms and pushed his hands into his trouser pockets.
‘It depends on the scene. Why, would you feel more at ease if I undressed?’
I had thought I would, but suddenly my imagination created visions of him naked in my mind, and I wasn’t so sure. I had a feeling that he would be quite an impressive sight minus his clothes. Would that help relax me, or just wind me up further? I couldn’t be sure, but I knew one thing, being undressed while he was still fully clothed made me feel vulnerable somehow, even though I trusted him, so I nodded. ‘I would, Sir.’
Oliver smiled, as if something was highly amusing to him, then lowered his head to chuckle. The chuckle turned into a full-on laugh, and he ran a hand through his hair, still snickering to himself.
‘I’m sorry, Sir, was that the wrong thing to say?’
Raising his eyes, he locked our gazes and shook his head. ‘Not at all. I gave you the option, and you answered.’ Licking his lips, he grinned again. ‘I was laughing at myself, not you. I’ve never been so lenient in my life. It’s just quite amusing, not to mention surprising.’
Raising his hands, he removed his waistcoat and began deftly undoing the buttons on his shirt, revealing inch after inch of perfectly tanned skin covered in a smattering of short, dark hair. Pulling the shirt from his waistband he slid it off, folded it, and placed it carefully on a dresser before returning to me and slipping his hands back into the pockets of his trousers. ‘That is all I shall remove for the moment.’
My heart rate was now so frantic, that it was probably just as well he wasn’t taking his trousers off. I might well have had a cardiac arrest if I had to deal with the vision of him fully naked. What a sight he was. After feeling his firm chest during our cuddle earlier I had expected him to be quite toned, and boy was he. Defined, but not overly so; with curved biceps, broad forearms, flat pecs, and a set of abs that made me glad I did my weekly workouts.
‘Now, before that short interruption, I believe I was about to remind you who is in control.’
He walked across to his suitcase and began to sort through the contents. I held my breath, wondering what he had in mind for me. Finally, he turned back, holding something small in one fist.
Standing before me, Oliver opened his hand, and I watched as a double-ended chain dropped from his fingers. It wasn’t much thicker than a necklace, but each end was tipped with what looked like tiny bulldog clips.
‘Nipple clamps. Have a look.’ He held them out for me, and I took them, noticing that my hand now had a slight tremble.
My eyebrows rose as I examined the chain in greater detail. It was delicate, quite pretty, really, and each clip was silver and padded with black rubber. There was a small screw on one side, and a tiny white button on the other. They looked quite harmless. But from the name “clamp” I could only assume that they wouldn’t be.
Taking them back from me, Oliver pinched one between his forefinger and thumb, making a show of opening the clamp then letting it click shut. ‘They increase the blood flow to the nipple, intensifying sensation and adding to the overall impact of the scene. Hold out your little finger.’
I did so immediately, surprised at how easily I followed his commands without thinking. He opened the clamp, and placed it on the tip of my finger. ‘This screw here tightens them.’ He twisted the screw and it made a small click that sounded like a watch being wound, and I felt the clip tighten just a little. It didn’t hurt at all, just squeezed my finger slightly.
‘Are you happy to experiment with them?’ Oliver asked, watching my reactions closely.
‘Um, OK.’
‘OK, Sir. If you forget again I shall spank you to aid your memory,’ he reminded me briskly, and I winced at the idea of a spanking. ‘I think you’ll like them, but let’s see how sensitive you are first.’ His eyes briefly dropped to my chest, then rose again. ‘I recall asking you to remove your bra.’
He was right, I’d got so carried away watching him take off his shirt that I had completely forgotten about my bra. Reaching behind me, I unclasped it and shrugged out of it, dropping it to the floor. Straightening my shoulders, I tried to ignore the embarrassed blush that was flooding my face, but seeing as I felt like I was on fire, it was a difficult task.
I heard Oliver take in a short breath. ‘Beautiful.’ The word was murmured, as if he’d meant to think it, but had spoken it aloud by mistake. ‘And there’s that blush that I am so very fond of.’ Reaching up, Oliver ran the tips of his fingers across my cheek and briefly brushed his thumb across my lips. ‘You didn’t blush in the office earlier when you took your top off and thought you were showing your breasts to the crowd, so why blush now?’
I gave a small shrug, but seeing his probing look I gave in and told the truth. ‘I didn’t care what they thought … but I care about your opinion, Sir.’
Oliver stepped closer and gently trailed his hand down my neck, his fingers exploring my collar bone and shoulder before carefully moving to one breast. His touch was so light it was almost as if he was worried he was going to scare me off. ‘Your body is beautiful, Robyn, even more perfect for me than I had anticipated.’
Lowering his head, Oliver kissed me again, this time skipping his gentle introductions and plunging his tongue straight into my mouth. As he kissed me, his fingers began to circle my nipples, then he caught them between one finger and thumb, giving a squeeze that sent a rush of desire straight between my legs and had me rolling onto my tiptoes.
Gasping, I ripped my mouth from his to draw in air, and arched my back, thrusting my breasts closer to his touch, a move which he rewarded me for by lowering his head and licking one nipple, before drawing it into his mouth and sucking hard.
I clutched at his shoulders, my eyes closing as my head swum from the delicious sensations in my body. Every touch to my breasts sent liquid heat streaming through my body, and I was having to squeeze my thighs together to stop myself squirming on the spot.
Suddenly, there was a cool tightness on my right nipple, and I opened my eyes to see that Oliver had applied the first clip and was now moving to my other breast to repeat the action. It didn’t hurt, but I immediately felt what he meant about increasing the blood flow, because the whole area felt warmer and tighter.
‘OK, so far?’
Nodding, I licked my lips. ‘Yes, Sir.’
‘Good. Try tightening them to another level.’
‘No, it’s OK, you do it, Sir.’
Oliver shook his head slowly, watching me through his lowered lashes. ‘It wasn’t a request, Robyn. That’s not how this game works. Part of the pleasure I gain from this is seeing you do it yourself, knowing that you will tighten them just because I have asked you to.’
Oh. OK then. This must be what he was talking about earlier when he said that having me bend to his will turned him on.
I swallowed hard, but did as he had asked, using the small screw to click them one level tighter and gasping at the little pinch of pain that followed.
A low rumble of appreciation rose from his throat and I saw that Oliver’s eyes had become heavy lidded. ‘How does that feel?’
‘It’s OK. Not too painful. It actually feels kinda good,’ I admitted. What was surprising to me was the way the little tweaks of pain sent shivers of pleasure running straight to my groin like they were on a hot wire.
‘Good. It appears that you have forgotten my name again.’
No, I hadn’t. But then seeing the intense look in his eyes I realised what he meant. Sir. I’d missed off his title again. Why did I keep forgetting?
‘Bend over the end of the bed,’ he requested crisply, and even though I suspected I knew what was coming – a spanking – I did it immediately, bending over and resting my elbows and forehead onto the covers. ‘Good, but don’t lean on the mattress.’ He helped me adjust so that I was bent over the bed, but not touching it at all, then stroked my back gently. ‘I am going to spank you to help you remember our roles, but I want your breasts to hang down. With the clips on it’ll make it more intense, help remind you.’
‘I’m sorry, Sir, I haven’t forgotten your name, I’m just nervous.’
‘I know, cariño.’ His voice was soft, and his hand continued to soothe over my back.
‘What does that word mean, Sir?’ I asked curiously, knowing that it shouldn’t be my main concern at the moment, but it had sound distinctly affectionate.
‘Cariño? It means I care a great deal for you, Robyn. Its closest English equivalent would be… sweetheart, I suppose.’
Sweetheart. Just knowing he had called me something so lovely, and had openly admitted to caring for me a great deal, helped me to relax into the situation and I nodded.
‘Unfortunately, I said I would discipline you if you forgot again, and you need to understand right from the outset that I am a man of my word.’
He was now stroking his hand over the lace of my knickers, round and around in an almost hypnotising pattern. ‘I may be being lenient with you, but I’m not soft, and I did warn you this would be full-on.’
He had, so I really couldn’t complain, but wow, this was seriously intense stuff. I could barely think straight.
‘Have you ever been spanked before?’ he asked, his hand still distracting me with the soothing massage I was receiving.
‘Um, no, Sir.’
‘In that case, I am honoured to be providing you with this first. We’ll start light, and with a low number. Just four, I think. The appropriate response after each one is to count it, and thank me.’
God. This was all so overwhelming that I wasn’t sure I’d be able to speak, but as the warmth of his hand disappeared and he landed the first sharp spank to my bum, I yelped, my breasts swinging with the contact and distracting me. But I managed to count it, and add his title. ‘One. Thank you, Sir.’ My voice was a breathy wheeze. He was right about the position, too. With my clamped boobs hanging down, I felt the spank radiate in both my breasts and my bum.
‘Perfect, Robyn,’ he murmured. ‘You are just perfect.’
The next three were of a similar level of power, not really hard, but certainly enough to leave my bottom feeling warm. In fact, my whole body felt warm. As surprising as it was, the spanking had just added to my arousal.
His hand trailed across my bottom again, before briefly following the lace down between my legs, where he could no doubt feel just how wet I was. He let out a low appreciative hum as his fingers briefly massaged me through the lace, then his hands moved, landing on my shoulders and helping me to stand upright. With the thrumming desire flooding around my system I could barely stand on my own two feet and I staggered slightly until he supported my shoulders.
‘OK, Robyn?’
I nodded, my head feeling disjointed from my body, and upon seeing my slightly dazed expression, Oliver looked into my eyes in concern. ‘Do you need to discuss anything? What is your colour, please?’
It took me a second to work out what he meant, but then I remembered the safe words and nodded. ‘No, I’m green, Sir, I’m good. Just a little overwhelmed with how good it all feels.’ Oliver nodded at my honesty, then, lowering his head, he kissed me, touched me, and stroked me until I felt completely relaxed and boneless in his arms.
His hands played with my breasts, stroking my trapped nipples and causing me to gasp into his mouth as he suddenly tightened each clamp by another click that caused me to grip his shoulders in surprise. I thought I was supposed to be the one tightening them?
They weren’t painful as such, just tight, and the sensation was … different, which was probably what made it slightly uncomfortable, but when he was kissing me, it made the sensations so much more intense. It must be what he meant about pain being used to prolong my pleasure.
‘Who gives the commands, cariño?’
His use of sweetheart made my heart melt. ‘You, Sir,’ I gasped, my voice so breathy that it could have come straight from a porn film.
‘That’s right. Now that we have that established, let us continue. Would you like to tighten them one more notch?’
Did I? They were somewhat uncomfortable now, although I had to say that when he touched me at the same time the edge of pain definitely softened towards an all-consuming pleasure. But as I looked at Oliver’s face flushed with desire, desire for me, I remembered back to some of the things I’d learned when watching in Club Twist and formed an answer in my mind.
‘I would like to do whatever pleases you, Sir.’ I whispered, my eyes never leaving his. Quite apparently, I had done well in my reply because Oliver murmured his approval and closed his eyes for several seconds.
‘A very good answer, Robyn. Very pleasing.’ I was rewarded with another blistering kiss which knocked any remaining air from my lungs. ‘In which case I would like you to tighten them both one more notch, while I stroke your clit. You must not come.’
I didn’t see that coming would be too much of an issue. The clamps were getting pretty painful now and would surely dull any arousal that his touch on my clit would cause, but I didn’t dare say that out loud.
I raised my fingers to the tiny screw on the first clamp and trembled as Oliver lowered his hand to my belly and dipped inside my panties. He traced the edge of my landing strip, then pushed his hand lower on a groan.
As I clicked the clamp, his finger ran along my slit to my clit, and a zap of pure pleasure rushed from my tightened nipple straight to my core. Wow. That was surprisingly powerful and so much more pleasurable than when he’d merely been touching my skin. My free hand jerked out, and I gripped his forearm to steady myself.
I was so wet that Oliver’s fingers were sliding over me with ease, and I could even feel dampness on my thighs. I repeated the action with the other clip, and he touched me the whole time, upping my desire to the point where I felt my internal muscles clench.
God, I was going to come, but he’d told me I wasn’t allowed.
‘Oliver, stop … Sir … I’m close … stop …’ I stuttered desperately, gripping at his arm and frantic not to go against his command.
Oliver grinned, which I hadn’t expected, but then instead of stopping he slowed his fingers just enough to allow me to fall back from the cusp of orgasm. I gasped my relief, my fingers still clutching his arm as I sank forwards against his chest, panting. ‘Good girl, Robyn. I wanted to see if you would try and sneak a climax or not, but everything you have done so far has just been perfect.’
His gaze was still locked with mine. Biting down on his lower lip, Oliver slowly began to press first one, then two fingers inside me.
He groaned at the same time as I moaned, our sounds so primitively erotic that it sent shivers across my skin.
‘Dios, Robyn. You feel so good.’
‘Oh God…’ It felt so incredible that I was struggling to remain standing, my fingers clawing at his chest and my head rolling uselessly upon my shoulders.
Looking down, Oliver jerked his chin at the clamps. ‘The small white buttons are how you release the clips,’ he informed me softly. ‘You might be surprised by the sensations you get as you release them. The blood will rush back, and it will be more intense than the feeling of the tightness you are currently experiencing. If done at the correct time it can create a huge boost to your orgasm. You are allowed to come at any point now, but you must only press the buttons when I tell you too, do you understand?’
‘Yes, sir.’
Oliver gently removed his fingers. Then, to my shock, he lifted them to his mouth and sucked on them, all the while staring directly into my eyes. ‘You taste so good, Robyn,’ he muttered, as I stood there gawking at his deliciously dirty actions. His eyes closed as he licked his fingers clean, and a low groan left his throat before he scooped me into his arms to carry me to the bed.
Laying me down, he set about kissing me, his fingers dipping back inside my knickers and once again beginning to move inside me. It felt like he was touching me everywhere on my overheated body, and as a result my arousal had spiked to almost volcanic levels. All the while my trembling fingers were settled on the clamps on my nipples as I writhed around below him, waiting for his command. I simply wasn’t used to being the sole focus of someone’s attention like this when in bed. It was incredible, and utterly overwhelming.
As his fingers upped the speed inside me, I knew it wasn’t going to be long until I came, and a desperate moan broke in my throat as I threw my head back.
Oliver pressed his thumb onto my clit and began to circle, and just as I felt the first spasm of my climax grip around his fingers, he raised his head and stared down at me.
‘Do it now,’ he urged me harshly. ‘Release the clips and come for me, Robyn.’ With that, I pressed the clips and was immediately swamped by sensations; pain and throbbing came first, briefly flitting through my mind, but these were quickly forgotten as my mind, body, and soul were swamped by the most all-consuming orgasm of my entire life.
My body bucked wildly beneath him as my orgasm continued to rip through me in such powerful bursts that my leg muscles actually ached from the spasms. With his free hand, Oliver pushed my limp fingers away from my breast and his lips found my throbbing nipple, roughly pulling it into his mouth and sucking. Amazingly, his attention to my already sore peak somehow spiked a second wave of climax to sweep through me, and I began to clench violently, my hips thrusting against his hand in a series of uncoordinated jerks as I yelled out incomprehensible words.
Crazily, I then started to sob. The level of pleasure he was giving me was just so intense it was almost unbearable. I was now so over-sensitised that if he didn’t remove his hand immediately, I was sure I would actually burst into flames.
I continued to groan, cry, and writhe below him as Oliver skilfully worked me down, then gently removed his fingers from my throbbing core and dragged me into his arms so I was cradled against his chest.
Even though that had been the best orgasm of my life, I continued to cry in great wracking sobs against his shoulder, sucking in ragged breaths and shuddering from the outpouring of emotion I was experiencing.
‘Did I hurt you?’ he asked softly, stroking damp hair back from my wet cheeks and tilting my head so he could look down at me. The concern on his face set off another wave of tears and my throat felt so thick that I couldn’t speak, but I did at least manage to shake my head to tell him “no”.
‘Good.’ He rocked me in his arms, seeming to completely understand my confused state, and the need to calm down for a few minutes.
He held me as if I weighed nothing, soothing my arms with gentle caresses, his solid strength so comforting to me. ‘Shhh, it’s OK, cariño. Cry if you need to.’
As Oliver held me and gently stroked my hair, reality began to come back to me and I was gripped with horrendous embarrassment – Oliver had just given me one of the most erotic moments of my life, not to mention the best orgasm ever, and what was my response? I break down and cry on him before he’s even had a chance to climax himself. I bit my lip and winced when I realised I could still feel him hard and pulsing against the curve of my thigh.
My tears had subsided now, so I drew in a shaky breath, finally plucking up the courage to lean back and look at Oliver.
‘You don’t need to call me Sir anymore, not now the scene has finished. Tell me, do you know why you’re crying?’ He sounded genuinely concerned.
‘Not really … I feel like an idiot. I think it was all just a little bit overwhelming, that’s all.’
Nodding in agreement, Oliver lifted one hand and soothed the back of his hand down my cheek before leaning forwards and placing a brief kiss on my lips. ‘It’s a perfectly normal reaction, and completely understandable. You’ve never done anything like that before, and I didn’t exactly hold back, so your body will have been on sensory overload.’ He could say that again; I could still barely think straight after the spanking, nipple clamps, orders, and seismic orgasm.
‘Sometimes when the pressure is released in the form of an orgasm it allows all the other pent-up emotions to flow freely as well. Tears included.’
I guess that made sense.
Once again remembering that he still hadn’t climaxed, I began to try to shift in his arms so I could reach a hand down between us and continue things for him, but before I managed it, he gripped my wandering hand and brought it to his lips, placing a kiss on my knuckles.
‘Thank you for the thought, Robyn, but no, we can do that at some later point. At the moment the most important thing for me is to make sure you’re OK, and talk about what you’re feeling. This first session together is where I learn all about your reactions, responses and needs.’
Oh. I didn’t know how to respond to that, so I just nodded and let him cradle me against him. We sat in silence for what felt like an age until I started to shiver from the chill of the air con. Oliver dragged a blanket up around us and continued to stroke my back, and I simply lay crumpled on him, too exhausted to move, apart from one hand, which was lightly trailing up and down his chest, enjoying exploring the bumps and ridges there.
‘So, did you enjoy it?’ he finally asked.
I snorted out a laugh and nodded. ‘I was nervous at first, but yes, it was incredible, Oliver. The pain and pleasure mix that you told me about beforehand, it was so … intense. That was the best sexual experience of my life, not to mention the best orgasm.’
‘Good, I’m glad.’ Oliver seemed content with my reply, but didn’t look half as smug as I’d expected. He just looked … happy. Replete.
‘You’re pretty intense, too, you know? As is the connection between us,’ I admitted, still amazed by just how potent it was to be within touching distance of this amazing man.
‘It is. That’s why I knew we’d be so good together.’ He smiled. ‘You were so perfect, Robyn. I suspected you would enjoy submitting, but I never expected you to take to it so immediately. How are you feeling now that you’ve come down from it?’
‘Emotionally drained,’ I mumbled, my body feeling so heavy I could hardly bear the thought of moving. ‘It was just so incredibly consuming. I feel exhausted now; it’s like I’ve run a marathon.’
‘Yes, this type of sex can require good stamina levels,’ Oliver commented lightly.
This type of sex. I blushed at his words and lowered my face away from his.
He didn’t let me hide for long, though, and used his thumb to gently tip my face up again just seconds later so that he could stare into my eyes. ‘You need to shake off this shame that you seem to be feeling. What we have just done together was done as two consenting adults. You said yourself that it was the best sexual experience of your life, so why should you feel ashamed by it? Just because it might not be considered the norm to use things like nipple clamps doesn’t mean it’s wrong.’
‘I know. I think it’ll just take a bit of getting used to, that’s all.’ Something disturbing suddenly occurred to me. ‘We hadn’t decided to progress things before this trip, so why were those clamps in your case?’
Oliver paused for several seconds, and from the twitching at the corners of his lips, it looked decidedly like he was trying to suppress a smile. ‘Are you asking if I was planning a trip to Fantasia without you?’
Shocked, I sat up straighter and tried to drag the blanket up to cover myself. I hadn’t been thinking that, but I was now. ‘Were you?’ I blurted, knowing that my outraged tone wouldn’t have been tolerated a few minutes ago during our scene.
Instead of replying, he merely raised his arm and propped it behind his head, reclining lazily on the bed and showing off his bloody gorgeous chest to perfection, before asking a question of his own. ‘Would you have been jealous?’
‘No.’ I practically spat my response.
I barely even saw Oliver move, but suddenly I found myself being flipped over onto my stomach with apparent ease, before the sheet was thrown back and a stinging spank landed on my bottom.
‘Don’t lie to me. Never lie to me. Remember it’s one of the rules. I won’t tolerate it being broken.’
One hand was gently pressing me into the bed to stop me moving, while his other was now soothing my bum over the thin layer of my panties. It tickled, and I squirmed below his touch, quite surprised by how much I had enjoyed both of the spankings tonight. ‘Well, stop teasing me then!’
Another spank landed, this time on the opposite buttock, and just a little firmer than the previous one. ‘And lose the cheek, little one. It doesn’t suit you. Not in the bedroom, anyway. I enjoy the way you challenge me, Robyn, you constantly make me rethink myself. I wouldn’t ever want that to stop, but in the bedroom, I’m in control.’
I couldn’t deny the fact that I had very much enjoyed how he had taken control in here, so, pulling in a slow breath, I pushed away my sarcasm, and turned my head towards him.
‘Yes,’ I whispered.
His eyes flicked around my face, then he frowned. ‘Yes?’
Nodding, I gave a small shrug, deciding to admit my feelings. ‘Yes, I would have been jealous if you’d gone to the club without me.’
His nostrils flared as he drew in a small, sharp breath, but then he gave one small nod and leaned down to place a kiss on the top of my head. ‘I had no intentions of using those clamps with anyone but you. In fact, they are brand new, purchased specifically for you in the hope that you would one day decide to explore with me. I simply packed them because I’m an optimist. I’d been hoping that spending some time together would help you decide, and it seems that it did.’
They were brand new? And just for me? Well, that made me feel quite a bit better. Relaxing, I wiggled my bum under his hand, hoping for some more of his touch.
Oliver chuckled, and gave my bottom another squeeze, accompanied by an appreciative hum, before laying a kiss on my shoulder blade and pulling me back below the covers. ‘As tempting as that is, you’re tired. Save that thought for tomorrow. Let’s sleep.’
And sleep I did. Almost as soon as he’d said the words I felt my eyelids drooping as if as if they, too, were obediently following his every command.