Flawless Surrender (The Surrender Trilogy, #2)(48)
Standing tall between her spread knees, he pulled his shirt off over his head, pleased when she licked her lips at the sight of his naked torso. Her eyes skirted over the curly hair between his nipples, and then followed the dark line down to the button of his jeans. Before she could stop him, he reached out and tugged her pants down over her hips without even releasing the closure. She let out a strangled moan that matched his own when he caught sight of her lack of panties.
“fu-ck me, baby. You were going commando this whole time? If I had known that I would have pulled your jeans down back at the tree and spanked your bare ass for all of the fireflies to see, just before I fu-cked you silly.”
Her thighs spread and a cloud of arousal perfumed the air around them. His mouth watered to get a taste of her, but he resisted. The edge was too close to take a chance. Instead, he finished undressing her, and then took a seat on the bed patting his thigh. When Zoey hesitated, he gave her a hard look. “I’ll give you one more chance, baby. Get your ass in the air, and prepare for your punishment.”
“Punishment? What am I being punished for?” She sounded so indignant, and when she stood up quickly her pert breasts bounced, distracting him for a moment.
“For all of your teasing and flirting. If you’ve read any good BDSM story then you know that’s topping from the bottom and I won’t tolerate it.” He kept his voice even so as not to alert her to the affect she had on his cock, but when she suddenly looked nervous again, he softened, “And because I want to see your sexy ass turn pink under my hand. I want to feel you squirm in my lap, and I want to know how far I can push you before you beg me to make love to you.”
Flames flared up in her eyes, and her lips parted on an exhale. It was just the reaction he hoped for as she moved to stretch over his lap. Helping her adjust into place, she wriggled into a comfortable spot that put the perfect curve of her ass right where he wanted it. He could feel the tension in her muscles as she explored something new, and the vulnerability of her position set in.
The skin of her bare back was softer than satin as he delicately danced one hand over her from the base of her neck to the split of her ass, all while keeping the other hand firmly planted on the back of her upper thigh. Holding her, securing her, but not giving her what she wanted, he relished in the sensation of having her naked in his hands.
When she finally began to relax under his touch, he gave her a light tap on the softest part of her rump to test the waters. Her gasp, and sigh, was exactly what he was hoping for, and he brought his hand down again, on the opposite cheek this time.
Rubbing to ease the burn of impact, he pushed his fingers up between the lips of her pu-ssy to find her dripping wet. “My baby likes a little sting, huh?”
She didn’t respond verbally, but her head dropped in submission. It told him that she was absolutely invested in the moment. As he gave her a few more swats, and she hissed out a sharp breath, he wondered if he should have discussed limits and safewords with her first. It was a hard fast rule at The Cage, the BDSM club he had visited with Parker, but in this case he didn’t think he would ever be able to push Zoey so far out of her comfort zone that she would need it. And he knew tonight he certainly wouldn’t last that long. Tonight he was more focused on giving her everything she asked for, without ever asking.
Turning her in his arms, he cradled her against his chest like a child. Her tender ass rubbing against the rough material of his jeans and making her flinch a little.
“Please, Tanner!”
Her begging made his balls ache, and he kissed her forehead. “Not yet, baby. That was just a little appetizer to test the waters. We haven’t even started on the main course.”
She went where he guided her, lying back in the middle of the bed and allowing him to put her arms above her head. He pressed them to the pillows and gave her a quick wink. “Leave these here.”
Picking up the rose again, he ran the soft petals over her equally soft skin making her shiver. He kissed his way down her curvy legs to her toes and gently ran the flower over the soles of her bare feet, kissing the arch. When she giggled he narrowed his eyes at her. “What?”
“That tickles, stop.” The blush on her cheeks told him there was more.
“Why don’t you like me playing with your sexy feet, baby?” he asked, gripping her foot firmly in one hand and rubbing his thumb hard down the arch to make her groan.
“They aren’t sexy, they are enormous,” she hissed out, arching her back up off the bed as he slid the stem of the flower between her toes, careful not to prick her with a thorn.
Tanner shook his head, “There is nothing too big about you, baby. You are sexy as hell from the top of your head to the tips of your toes, and I happen to find your feet very erotic.”
Lifting himself to a better angle, he settled her feet into his lap, and proceeded to massage them, alternating between pressing them against his erection and teasing her with a thrusting motion of the stem between her toes. She began to writhe uncontrollably after a few minutes, begging him to ease the burning need inside of her.
Dropping the flower to the floor, he used his palms to spread her thighs, opening her to his mouth. Without any more build up, he descended on her tender flesh and carried her to greater heights. Her hips rocked and her thighs clenched tight around his ears when she exploded against his face. The sound of his name from her lips did his precious control in.