Exposed by Fate (Serve #2)(45)

“This does not count as our final lesson, Eliza.” He pushed her forward until her palms smacked down onto the cool surface of the chest, leaving her bent over, backside in the air. A thrill of anticipation raced across her skin, subduing her anger like sand on a fire. “Do you understand me?”

Oh, Lord. What was he going to do? Caroline and Mr. Preston were only a few rooms away and could return at any time. Would return. When that realization only increased her traitorous excitement, she knew she was in trouble. She wasn’t going anywhere. Still, she needed to hold some part of herself back. Both times they’d been together, she’d thrown her inhibitions up in the air and let them scatter like a deck of playing cards. She’d bared herself completely and look where it had gotten her. This time, she would take the pleasure and run.

The longer she stood in the vulnerable position, the harder she throbbed between her thighs. Knowing Oliver stood a scant few inches from her presented bottom stole her breath, made her feel incredibly flushed from head to toe. Finally, she answered him, unable to wait another second. “Yes, Oliver. I understand. This isn’t a lesson.”

“Oh, it’s a lesson. It’s just not your last.” Rough hands wrenched the skirt up and over her hips. His rumbling growl jolted her heart into beating double-time. He squeezed the flesh of her right cheek in his hand, tight….tighter…before letting it go and slapping it.

Eliza gasped, her arms nearly buckling beneath her. Such a small action, a mild strike of her backside, yet she felt as if she’d just broken the surface of an ocean, breathing oxygen for the first time in hours. Years. Her nerve endings crackled to life, begging for another hit of their wonder drug. “Please do it again. Oliver, please.”

He trailed his fingers down her back and tangled them in her hair. The move pressed his lap against her ass, his heavy erection nestling in the valley of her backside. He gave a quick thrust of his hips. Just one, but it sent a bolt of pure heat to her core. “You know what I was doing last Friday night, while you were out pursuing other men?”

She opened her mouth to answer, but his palm came down on her ass, harder than before. The force of it sent a sob tumbling from her mouth. She went up on her tiptoes and arched her back. So good, so good. More.

“I’ll tell you what I was doing.” The hand in her hair tightened and yanked. “I had my cock in my hand, jerking myself blind to a picture of you in a white bikini. From that week we all spent in the Hamptons your senior year. I pictured you on your hands and knees in the sand, me giving it to you hard enough from behind to work your tits free of that top.”

He spanked her ass again. This time it was hard enough to vibrate through her, make her teeth click together. Between her thighs, the ache became unbearable. She couldn’t come like this, could she? Every time his hand connected with her willing flesh, she drew a little closer to the edge of a perilous cliff. One that she suspected would have an interminably long fall. Her eyes saw nothing, staring into space and waiting for his next slap. It consumed all her focus. Again. Again. Need it.

“I noticed this little gap of daylight between the tops of your thighs and your *.” The hand he was using to spank her delved between her legs and cupper her moist center. Squeezed. “My tongue wants to live in that hot, little gap. Thinking about it made me come every”—slap—“single”—slap—“time.”

Eliza’s knees dipped under the force of her arousal. “Oh, God. Oliver, keep going…I’m—”

Oliver cut her off, talking in that low, hypnotic voice. “We had a deal, Eliza. Mine until the lessons are completed.” He released her hair and trailed his fingers down her back, over her hip to slip between her legs. Very gently, he tugged her thong to one side and planted two fingers deep inside her. She moaned, fingers curling against the chest as Oliver drew his fingers in and out of her, coating her in moisture. “Mine. What does that word mean to you?”

“I don’t…I’m not—”

Slap. “It means other men don’t get the pleasure of your time. They don’t get to look at the body that shakes underneath me. They don’t get to hear the voice that screams my f*cking name.”

His fingers circled her clit with exquisite care, almost reverently, while his hand continued to rain blows down on the sensitized flesh of her bottom. The contrast made her crazed, frantic. She didn’t know which of his ministrations to concentrate on. She couldn’t concentrate at all. Her hands were holding her body up to receive the spanking, but she couldn’t feel them. The tightening in her thighs and belly became her reason for living.

Her core began to clench so intensely, her legs finally lost the battle and gave out. Oliver moved so quickly, her world tilted and blurred. It righted itself when he sat down on the chest and threw her over his knee. Impatient hands shoved her thighs open, and he delivered a series of sharp slaps to her wet center, directly over her throbbing clit. Over and over, until her body locked up and her flesh started to spasm almost violently in her climax.

A scream wouldn’t be contained, but Oliver managed to clamp a hand over her mouth at the last second, muffling the noise.

“That’s what you needed, babe. Needed to have your * spanked, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” she moaned into his palm, her body still wracked by shudders.

He pushed his middle finger inside her and groaned. “You’re milking my finger, greedy girl.” Eliza couldn’t believe it when her sex clenched again, preparing for more pleasure. How could she want more of him when she’d just been pleasured so thoroughly? In this position, she could feel his demanding erection, straining against her belly. Needs me. Want to please him. Need him. She circled her hips, praying he’d push his thick finger even deeper, but he withdrew it on a dark laugh. He brought the finger to her mouth and spread wetness across her lips, before working it past them. “Such an innocent looking mouth. I want to come inside of it.”