I’m sitting at my computer, trying to get on with some coding. At midday, I go down to the kitchen for a bite to eat. I stare out the window. There’s a car parked in front of Daniel’s. Probably his art dealer. Eric seems to be the only person who ever calls round there. Strange how Daniel has cut himself off from the rest of the world.

God, he’s hot, though. That spanking yesterday was the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me. It took me completely out of my comfort zone, but I liked it.

Does that mean I’m submissive? I would never have believed it until I tried it. Now, all I can think about is what will come next.

I try to distract myself by taking Toby for a walk, then I drag myself back upstairs to my office. I attempt to focus on checking the websites I manage. But I allow myself to be distracted by googling BDSM instead. Toby lies by my feet, smelling rank from rolling in some sheep droppings. Ew! I cleaned him off as best I could and will give him a bath later. I lean forward and read about bondage, every nerve in my body tingling with a mixture of desire and apprehension.

Eventually, I stand up and stretch. I’m tempted to go next door and offer to fetch the kids from school, except I don’t want Daniel to think I’m pushy, that I’m after more of what we started yesterday. Which would be true, of course. I can’t get him out of my head. His touch, his scent. Him. God, his cock! so thick and heavily veined. The way it throbbed in my mouth. I want more of everything.

Toby gives a woof just as the doorbell chimes. Could it be…? My heart battering against my ribs, I race downstairs and peer through the peep hole. It’s Daniel. Oh, God.

I open the door and give him my best smile. “Hiya.”

Oops, I didn’t mean to sound so Welsh.

“Catrin.” His eyes are eating me up.

“What can I do for you?” My stomach flutters.

“You can invite me in, for a start.”

I smirk at his directness. We go into my living room, back on the sofa again, thoughts of what we did here yesterday making me feel hot and bothered.

His lip curls as Toby jumps up between us. “Your dog bloody stinks.”

“I’ll take him through to the kitchen. He needs a bath, I’m afraid. Can I get you a drink?”

“No, thanks.”

The way he’s looking at me is giving me tickles inside.

I rub my clammy hands down my leggings and join him back on the sofa.

His smile is wolfish, sending an aching lurch of want rippling through me. It’s insane how I react to him.

Totally insane.

He takes my hand and places it on the bulge between his legs. “Can you feel what you’re doing to me?”

I nod; my mouth has gone completely dry.

“But first, I want to know if you’re comfortable with what we did yesterday.”

“I think so. I mean, I know so little about you.”

He kisses my wrist. “You know that I’m a good father.”

The pain in his dark irises pangs in my gut. I wish I could see what he’s trying to hide… see past his hidden despair.

Sudden tears well in my eyes.

“What’s wrong?” He leans into me, tracing the tracks of my tears down my cheeks. “Are you having second thoughts?”

I shake my head. I don’t know what to say, so I say nothing.

He crushes me to him and kisses my neck, hot wet kisses down to my collarbone. Tingles tickle up my spine and my nipples pucker.

With a growl, he pins my arms above my head. “I’m going to taste you. Make you come with my tongue. I bet you’re sweet as honey.”

I gasp. Just the thought of it is making me wet.

He drops my arms and his hands find their way down to the top of my leggings. He lowers them, and then removes my thong. In a beat, he’s manoeuvred me so I’m lying on the sofa with his face between my thighs. I moan wantonly as his strong tongue presses into me.

I take hold of my tits and thrust my hips up, needing more. He stops licking and grabs my left leg, raising it and propping it against his muscular shoulder. I’m completely and utterly exposed. My heartbeats quicken, and I feel myself blushing.

“You’re beautiful,” he says, lifting his face and staring into my eyes. “Watch me while I give you pleasure.”

My breath catching, I stare down at him; his gaze locks with mine as his tongue spears into me. It’s electrifying. “Daniel,” I moan.

He reaches up with one hand and squeezes my left breast through the thin material of my blouse, pinching my taut nipple. I rock against him and give a whimper; trembles are building deep in my core.

He penetrates me further, his tongue filling me, his beard brushing against the softness of my inner thighs. Ah….

I twist my fingers into his thick hair; I’m about to come.

He rumbles deep in his throat as he pushes his face into me, the vibrations setting me on fire.

“I’m coming.”

Without warning, he stops what he was doing. “I did not give you permission, Catrin. Your orgasm belongs to me.”

What the…?

He puts my leg down, grabs my hips and flips me over, pressing my cheek into the sofa cushion. He slaps my buttocks twice, then wraps his arm around me, pulling me to my knees, my ass in the air. He kicks my legs open and clamps his hot wet mouth to my slit from behind, sucking on it like he’s dying of thirst.

Oh, oh, oh…

He shoves two fingers into me; I let out a needy whimper. If I thought what he was doing to me before was hot, this is even hotter. The intimacy of having not just my pussy, but my ass exposed is making me lightheaded. I squeeze my eyes shut and focus on containing my release.

“You want to come?” his voice is muffled against me.

“Oh, yes.”

“Beg me, Catrin.” His words vibrate against my clit, sending me into a frenzy.

“Please, Daniel. Please.” My thighs are shaking. If he doesn’t give me release, I swear I’ll dissolve into a puddle of want.

“Break for me, baby.” He presses down on my clit with his thumb. His fingers curl to find my spot.

Pleasure grips me in powerful paroxysms, followed by rolling waves of bliss. He keeps thrusting his fingers until my orgasm subsides, then leans me backwards into his powerful chest while my ragged breathing slows. He kisses the nape of my neck, sucking on it. “You’re so beautiful, Cat. I love making you come.” He strokes my hair. “How are you feeling?”

“Amazing,” I sigh. “But what about you?” I dare to ask the question. “Don’t you want to fuck me?”

He laughs. “Not now, darling. When I fuck you, as you so charmingly put it, we’ll have more time on our hands. In any case, I don’t have any condoms…”

“It’s alright,” I blurt out. “I’m on the pill to regulate my periods.”

He swivels me in his arms so that I’m facing him. His beard is damp, and I can smell myself on his hot breath. His kiss tastes of me. Far from being a turn-off, it makes my nipples tingle. I trail my fingers down to his groin, but he grabs my hand. “I don’t want to be late picking Ben up from school.”

I stare at the clock on my wall. There’s time for a quickie, but I guess that’s not what he wants. I tilt my chin down and frown.

“Hey,” he lifts my face. “All good things come to those who wait.”

“But…. What about you?”

“When you submitted to me, Catrin, it gave me more pleasure than you could have imagined.”

I tilt my head, confused. Daniel is the most confusing person I’ve ever met. And the most interesting. He’s hot as hell, granted. When we touch, he unravels me. But it’s not just his sexiness that’s pulling me towards him. It’s more than that.

I squirm from his embrace. “We should get a move-on, then. You’re right. We mustn’t be late.”