Victorious(32)

“You’re welcome, Sir.”

“Stroke me, Natalie. Use your hand and mouth.”

I’m thrilled to get my hands on him, to make him feel as good as he makes me feel every time he touches me. I stroke him the way he’s taught me to, aggressively, keeping my hand wrapped tightly around him. Then I take the wide head into my mouth and suck while I lash him with my tongue.

“Yes,” he says on a hiss, “like that. Just like that.”

Knowing I’m pleasing him is the greatest thrill I’ve ever experienced, a natural high. I open my mouth wider and let him slide in deeper, controlling my gag reflex to let him into my throat.

“Swallow,” he says harshly, his hands pulling tightly on my hair.

I swallow twice, making him groan. Then he withdraws so quickly, I nearly topple over.

Flynn catches me and helps me up.

“Why did you stop?”

“You don’t ask questions when we’re playing, sweetheart. You can ask them later, but not now.”

“Do I get punished for asking?”

“Do you want to be punished?”

I shrug as I look up at him, going for the picture of innocence.

Growling, he turns me to face the bed. “Bend over, sweetheart, and put your elbows on the mattress.”

I prop myself on my elbows and drop my head, waiting, tingling...

His hand on my bottom makes me gasp. My every nerve ending hovers at the surface of my skin, electrifying me. He squeezes and strokes my cheeks, spreading them and testing the wetness between them where he discovers the impact this is having on me.

“Talk to me, Nat. How’re you feeling?”

“Hot.”

“Do you want me to turn the fan on?”

“Not that kind of hot.”

His fingers slide into me from behind. “This kind?”

“Yes. Sir.” Something buzzes an instant before it connects with my most sensitive place. It takes me right to the edge of ecstasy.

“Don’t come, Nat. Your orgasm belongs to me and only me.”

God… I grit my teeth, trying to hold back as the vibrating thing connects again. It feels… I don’t have the words. “Flynn…”

His hand cracks against my bottom.

When it becomes too heavy to hold up any longer, I drop my head to my hands as the flash of pain turns to heat that spreads through me like wildfire.

“What do you call me here?”

“Sir. I call you Sir.”

“Four more spanks to help you remember my name. Are you ready?”

“Y-yes, Sir.”

“What’s your safe word?”

“Fluff.”

“Do you need it?”

“No, Sir.”

He bends over me to drag his lips down my backbone. “You’re doing great, Nat. I’m so proud of you.” To punctuate his words, his hand comes down on my bottom, in the same spot as before, and the flash of pain makes me gasp. Then he switches sides for the next two before returning to the original spot for the fifth one.

His hard penis is wedged between my cheeks as he squeezes and strokes them.

I’m dying for him. I want him inside me, thrusting and driving me to the orgasm I crave. His fingers again slide through the dampness between my legs. “Tell me what you want, Natalie.”

“You. I want you.”

“How do you want me?”

“Inside me. I need to come.”

“Will you always tell me what you want?”

“Yes.” He pinches my clit but doesn’t give me permission to come. It takes all my concentration to hold back the orgasm that’s trying to break free. I’m lost in the moment, in the sea of sensation, carried away by desire.

His hands are on my hips when he pushes into me, giving me all of him in one deep stroke that makes me burn as I stretch to accommodate him. He reaches around and applies the vibrating thing to my clit again while holding perfectly still inside me.

I’m going to die from the need to let go of the pressure that’s building. I’ve never felt this sort of desperate need for fulfillment before. I’m grasping the comforter so tightly, my hands have begun to ache. Then he suddenly withdraws, and I collapse onto the bed, my entire body pulsating.

“Turn over, sweetheart. I want to see your face.”

He helps me to turn over, brushing my hair back from my face. “Hi,” he says.

“Hi.”

“How’re you doing?”

“I’d be better if you’d let me come. Sir.”

When he smiles, his eyes twinkle. I like the way happiness looks on him. He holds up his hand where I see something attached to his index finger. “What do you think of my little friend here?”

“I’d like him better if he’d let me come. Sir.”

“Are you looking for some more punishment, my love?”

“Perhaps I am.”

“Are you enjoying this?”

“Define enjoying.”

“I’ve never loved you more than I do right now, Natalie. Seeing you willing to try, enjoying yourself so much…”

“Now you want to talk, when you’ve got me ready to explode?”

“Patience, my love.” He begins to kiss my belly, paying attention to each of my ribs. “I promise it’ll be worth it.” Continuing down, he nibbles on my hipbone, all the while dragging his fingers lightly over my abdomen.