HER ARSE IS PERFECT. I stare at it, feeling the weight of the paddle in my hand, my heart pounding so fucking hard I can barely breathe.
You know why I got into this sadistic shit?
Because of all those years I couldn’t have Astra. Because wanting her turned sex into something dark, painful, necessary. I didn’t want sex to be sweet and about love—not before.
And now her arse is in the air, her head flat on my bed, her arms tied behind her back and the nipple clamps dangling from her perfect tits. I hesitate, because I don’t want to hurt Astra.
But she moans and whispers, ‘Please, Manning. Now.’
Fuck.
I lift the paddle, feel its smooth handle, and touch her arse with my hand. So sweet and soft… I rub it gently and then bring the paddle down—not hard, just a flick of my wrist. She jerks, moans, wiggles her arse.
I lift the paddle and spank her again—harder, hard enough to leave a mark. She moans and writhes, her hands still bound by the belt. Once more I bring the paddle onto her butt, and I’m naked, and my cock is right there, aching to join in, to be a part of the party. But not yet.
Not yet.
I reach around in front of her, finding the chain between the clamps and pulling on it. She gasps, the pleasure-pain a new sensation for her. All of this is new. I am her first.
Her only?
I’d better be her fucking only.
I straighten, lifting the paddle.
‘Tell me you’ve been a good girl since I last saw you, Astra.’
Her head is on one side so I see her bite down on her lip.
‘Tell me you haven’t let any other man touch you.’
She nods, but doesn’t try to look at me.
‘Is that a yes?’ The question has the strength of iron for how much her answer matters to me.
She swallows, her throat bobbing. ‘It’s a yes.’
Good.
I lift the paddle, slap her other butt cheek, and then I spread her legs wider, so I can see her—all of her.
Fuck me, she’s hot.
‘Just you, Manning. It’s always been you.’
Is she crying? I swear her eyes are glistening, and for a second I think I’ve hurt her.
But then she whispers, ‘I have dreamed about this, about being yours, for so long. Make me yours, Manning. Make me yours now.’
I don’t need to be asked twice. I spread her legs and plunge into her, gripping her hips and holding her steady so I can go deep and hard. As hard as she likes it.
Her moans are loud, so loud, and I reach around, ripping the nipple clamps off so I can hold her breasts in my hands, feel the weight of them in my palms, torment them with my fingers.
‘Manning!’
She says my name, heavy and hot, and then cries out as an orgasm takes hold of her body, making her tremble, making her breath loud and frantic, as though she’s drowning.
I wait until she’s subdued, just slightly, and then reach for a small velvet pouch. I remove the vibrator, passing it from one hand to the other. She’s still trembling with the force of her release. Good.
I pull out of her—my cock groans—and slip the vibrator in my place.
‘What…?’
She lifts her head and I see how flushed she is, her eyes wild with pleasure. I want to kiss her and hold her, but first I’m going to do what she wants. I’m going to make her mine. I’m going to make her all mine.
‘On your knees.’ The words are husky, drawn from the depths of my soul.
She blinks and nods, darting her tongue out and licking that full, red lower lip of hers. She kneels at the foot of my bed and I lift the control for the vibrator, clicking it to the middle setting. She jerks in response, whimpering, pleasure overtaking her.
‘Suck my cock, angel.’
She doesn’t need to be told twice. She moans as she takes me deep, her body convulsing with pleasure, and her pleasure becomes my pleasure.
I’m deep in her mouth, hitched against her throat, her moistness surrounding me, and her hands lift to my arse, holding me there, deep inside, not letting me pull out.
She’s taking control.
She’s in charge.
I grip her hair, but lightly—not to take over, just because I need to hold on or I might fall.
She slides her mouth up and down my shaft and, fuck, I’m so close to coming I need to pull out. But her eyes lift to mine when I try.
She digs her nails into my arse and I do the only thing I can—I lift the vibrator speed to maximum, so that she pauses for a second while an orgasm rips her apart.
She whimpers around my length and then resumes, sucking me off in time with the vibrator, in and out, hard and fast, teasing my tip with her tongue when she pulls out and— Jesus Christ. I spill into her mouth and now I do hold her hair, gripping her tight, tipping my seed down her throat, my body shaking with the force of what I’ve just done.
What we’ve just done.
I turn the vibrator off and look at her. Is she okay?