Overheard (Unspoken #2)(15)

Her body tingled from head to toe. Her pu**y hummed, warm vibrations swirling between her legs. The anticipation was nearly sending her over the edge.

Knowing she was only stalling, she undid her jeans and peeled them down her legs. She pulled her sweater over her head and tossed it aside. She hesitated for a slight moment before removing her underwear and bra.

Feeling vulnerable standing in the middle of the room—naked—she moved to the bed and crawled onto the warm comforter. She turned over onto her back and waited for Luke.

She heard him moments later and looked over to see him standing in the door.

“You look magnificent.”

She smiled and watched as he moved closer to the bed. He sat down on the edge and reached his hand out to smooth over the skin of her belly.

His fingers worked their way up until he fiddled with her nipple rings. Fine little goose bumps broke out over her flesh as he tweaked and plucked at her ni**les.

“Are you ready for this, Gracie?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Get up,” he directed.

She climbed off the bed and stood beside him. He circled an arm around her waist and pulled her down to his lap. At first she didn’t understand how he was positioning her, but he turned her so she lay across his lap, belly down. Oh God. She knew what this was about.

His hand glided over her back and to the curve of her ass. Then without warning, his palm smacked down, sending a current of fire through her body.

He petted her and soothed the area before slapping the other cheek with his open hand.

She twisted restlessly against him, needing something, not quite sure what. The blows stung, but directly on the heels of the impact came such delicious pleasure. She was at a loss as to how to describe it, how to react to the erotic spanking. He was giving her exactly what she’d said she fantasized about.

Three, four more times his hand met with the plump flesh of her behind. She moaned softly and squirmed even more.

Then as suddenly as he’d pulled her down, he stood up, picking her up with him.

“Stand right here and don’t move,” he said as he positioned her by the bed.

In a few seconds he returned with a piece of rope. She trembled as he pulled her hands behind her back and began coiling the rope around her wrists. When he finished, he pushed her gently toward the bed.

“Lay face down on the bed, feet on the floor.”

She bent over the bed, placing her cheek against the mattress, and planted her feet on the floor. Her ass was vulnerable and exposed in this position, and it made her even wetter.

She heard him walk away then return. Smooth wood made contact with her ass with a crack that made her jump. She closed her eyes and tensed, waiting for the next blow.

Another followed close behind and then another. Her ass was on fire, the tingling nearly painful in its intensity. She needed release, needed to come, but she was helpless to his demands.

“I want to f**k you so bad, right here, right now,” Luke said behind her. “Your ass is so red, so sensitive.”

She moaned again as the paddle came down across her butt. “Please,” she whispered.

She heard the sound of a zipper and knew he had undone his jeans. Then she heard the crinkle of a wrapper and before she could process anything further, his hands gripped her thighs, spreading her, and in one motion he plunged into her pu**y.

She cried out at the almost unbearable fullness. He hadn’t taken off his jeans, merely unzipped them enough to get his c**k free. She could feel the scratch of denim against the tender skin of her ass. She wasn’t going to last long.

He began pumping in and out of her, and she was trapped beneath him, unable to move, only able to accommodate his thrusts. She strained against her bonds, needing to be free but delighting in the sensation of being bound, subject to his mercy.

Her orgasm built and spread, preparing to explode. With each thrust, the pressure in her belly grew until she bucked against him, desperate for release.

He wrapped his big hands around her waist and pulled her back to meet each thrust. He leaned into her, pressing her further into the bed, his weight pushing his c**k even deeper.

“Luke!” she cried out.

Just as she felt him pick up his pace, her orgasm burst upon her with the speed of an explosion. She tried to scream but no sound came out. She had a mouthful of the bedspread, her teeth dug in with the agony of her release.

Every muscle in her body tensed painfully as Luke rocked her body against the bed. He strained against her, holding himself deep as his hips spasmed.

“God, Gracie,” he gasped out as he shuddered again.

She went limp underneath him, and he collapsed against her back, his ragged breathing close to her ear. He felt good, his big body covering hers, his c**k still wedged deep into her pu**y. When he finally moved, she made a sound of protest.

He stepped away for a moment then returned and began untying her hands. When she was free, he climbed onto the bed and pulled her up into his arms.

She cuddled into his chest and rubbed her cheek against his shirt.

“No fair, you’re still dressed.”

He laughed. “I won’t be for long. That was incredible, Gracie. Thank God I brought so many condoms. I think we’re going to need every last one of them.”

He wrapped his arms tighter around her and held her close as they rested.

“It was perfect,” she whispered. And it had been. It was as if he’d reached into her mind and plucked out every exacting detail of what she wanted from a man.