Welcome to my stop on the 4th of July Saturday Spanks hop! This week we're going rich, super-rich, with a few from HER DOMINANT BILLIONAIRE!
He loomed large through the shadows. He was breathing fast, his wide shoulders shifting up and down. He reached for his belt buckle and undid it, slowly drawing the leather through the loops.
She swallowed and watched it slide free.
He twisted the buckle end around his fist, twice.
Imogen stared at the leather held tight in his hand and the dangling strip that hung down past his knee. Damn, that looked like a pretty good flogging implement.
Is that what he’s going to do?
She clenched her buttocks. Butterflies of nerves alighted in her stomach. He’d said vanilla—had he changed his mind? Was he going to make her ass red and sore, then fuck her?
He was staring at her, just staring at her.
She felt sacrificial, vulnerable... she felt like his.
“Damn it,” he muttered, dropping the belt suddenly. He undid his fly and his trousers loosened. He pushed them off, then slipped his black boxer briefs down his legs.
Imogen wished the lights in the room were on, that she had more than just the glow from the New York skyline. She wanted to see him, all of him.
He stepped to the side of the bed, and she saw his cock in silhouette, jutting up and out from a mass of groin hair.
Fuck, the guy was big, but again, she’d expected that.
As if guessing her thoughts about light, he flicked on the side lamp. A warm radiance filled the room.
“I need to see you,” he said, climbing onto the bed next to her. “Every bit of you.” Imogen nodded and reached for him. She dragged his warm body close and breathed in the scent of his skin.
He kissed her, his cock nudging against her hip as he stroked her upper body. “I need to know,” he murmured, “what you liked and didn’t like at the club.”
“Is this business talk?” She pulled back and traced her finger over his jawline. “You want to know if I liked the color of the walls?”
“No,” he growled. “I want to know what turned you on. Made you wet...” His caress traveled to her pussy. “Here.” He dipped his finger between her lips and pressed her clit, just lightly.
“Mmm...” Imogen said, “that turns me on.”
“I mean the spanking you saw. How did that make you feel?” He spoke onto her cheek, then kissed up to her temple.
“Hot, sexy, I... liked it.”
He eased through her pussy and found her entrance.
Imogen spread her legs wider, wanting to feel him there, needing penetration. “Oh...” she said on a sigh. “Yes... more...”
“Talk and I’ll give you more.”
Talk, yes, she could do that. “I liked watching the flogging, the woman on the bench, that turned me on. Seeing her strapped down, fucked like that.”
“At the club you said but. I asked if you’d like to be that woman and you said yes but...”
He smoothed around her pussy, teasing by not going near her clit or inside her.
“But.” Fuck, she struggled to remember now. Kane touching her was pretty distracting. She shifted her hips, hoping for more.
“What was the but...?” he asked against her ear. “Tell me, but what?”
Ah, now she recalled the words that had been in her head. “But, but I wanted it to be you, Kane, not Master Zen behind me, flogging me, fucking me. I would only do that with you.”
“Oh, perfect answer.” He pushed into her—two long, firm fingers.
Imogen moaned and clenched her internal muscles around the invasion.
“Jesus, you’re so hot and tight,” he said, propping onto his elbow and looking down at her. “And you’ve got me ready to beg for it,” she managed, reaching for his cock. It was time to get serious.
“Ah, ah, ah...” He shifted away and gave a devilish grin. “Not yet, you must tell me more.”
“About what?” She pouted.
“The club.” He withdrew from her pussy then pushed back in, a slow finger fuck.
Imogen gripped his forearm and felt his muscles tense beneath the skin as he moved. Damn, the guy was hot, a tease for sure, but really hot.
“Tell me about the cross,” he said. “Would you like to be tied to that with me paddling your sexy ass until it’s red and sore?”
“Yes. Yes, I’d try it.” Just the thought sent more moisture to her pussy.
The heel of his hand connected with her clit and produced the dense pressure she’d been craving.
She moaned and clutched him tighter.
“And the butt plug?” he said. “Have you ever tried one?”
“No... never.”
He set up a steady rhythm, in and out of her pussy, riding over her clit. An orgasm was buried deep, but his ministrations were tempting it to the surface. She groaned and squirmed; the soft, moist sounds of him easing into her dampness turned her on all the more.
“So you’re an anal virgin?” he whispered.
“Er, yes, I suppose so.” She’d never really thought about anal sex. Never been with anyone who’d suggested trying it.
“How delicious,” he whispered. “To have all that pleasure to come.”
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Now that was hot! Talk about 4th of July fireworks. Great snippet, Lily!
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