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She was giving me a gift: her body, her nearly flawless obedience, and trusting me to lead us both where we wanted to go.
I advanced toward the bed, taking her in.
Her knees pressed together.
Her fingertips stroking her stomach. Her breasts.
I slipped my belt through the loops and when she saw what I was doing and put two and two together, she stopped stroking.
Asking her if this was okay pulled us both out of the heat of the moment. I knew that Natalee was a woman who would speak up if I crossed a line or boundary. And I was curious—just how kinky was she?
I paused at the side of the bed, roping my belt around my fist, leaving the tiniest bit of leather. Enough to sting.
"On the balcony," I began, drinking in her curiosity. Her anticipation. "What did I ask of you, Nat?"
It was the second time I'd used her nickname, and it rolled right off my tongue. It felt...right.
From the way she bit back a smile, she agreed.
"You told me to strip, then to lie on the bed," she murmured. Grinding against the mattress.
I couldn't help myself. I leaned down with my free hand, smoothing the gentle curls at the nape of her neck. It was a brief reprieve as I narrowed my eyes and rested my hand on her neck. Reading the way her breathing changed as I traced her collarbone. "And what should I do to you since you didn't follow instructions?"
A full on smile gripped her lips and dimmed when she realized this was supposed to be a punishment. She swallowed and her nerves, her acquiescence, turned me on like nothing before.
She looked me dead in the eyes and whispered, "You should do whatever you want to do."
I gripped the belt with both hands, having my answer.
My permission to use her as I saw fit.
I rounded the bed, returning to the foot. I gripped one of her ankles and without a word, without hesitation, I pulled her down the length of the bed until her legs spilled over the edge. I worked the leather over her body, starting with her feet, her calves, her inner thigh. She gripped the sheets in her fist, anticipating me veering to her pussy. Wet and spread for me. I bypassed it with a smirk, using the buckle to tease her navel. Round her breasts.
I flexed the belt and snapped it against her breast. She shuddered, letting out something that sounded a bit like a prayer other than the 'freaking' between ‘oh my’ and 'God'.
"Not God," I mused, taking the nipple I'd struck between my teeth and tugging. "Jason."
"Not God?" she countered. Arching her back. Vaulting those perfect breasts of hers in my face. "I guess this really is a new beginning."
I chuckled, but there was nothing amusing about the whimper she let out when I tossed aside the belt and spanked her pussy with my hand. I let out a moan of my own when I sank my fingers inside her. Felt how wet she was for me.
But that wasn't enough. I wanted to taste her desire. To drown in it.
"Get up on the bed," I commanded and she scrambled to obey, her legs falling open. I dove between her thighs, teasing her soft folds with my tongue. Grinding my hardness into the mattress as she writhed and thrusted herself against my mouth.
I’d been in awe of her frenzy to take her clothes off, but I was just as hurried. Wanting to put my throbbing desire where it belonged.
She tangled her fingers in my hair, pulling me deeper, making my scalp tingle from her adamant tugs. She couldn't get enough, but she'd be damned if she didn't try.
All of my steadiness, my calm evaporated when I tore open a condom wrapper, sliding the latex over my shaft.
I braced myself on the headboard, looking down at her, a smile in her eyes as she spread wider for me. Pulled me in with her eyes, then wrapped her legs around me and pulled me in with her body.
We collided, her nails making hot, stinging lines down my back. Every thrust took me deeper. I was lost in her, and that should have been terrifying, but there was only pleasure, right here and right now.
I came with a roar and she bucked up to meet me, her body seizing me, riding the wave of bliss until neither of us had anything left.
The sound of the water and the hints of whatever classical music Lauren was jamming to downstairs wafted into the room. I wanted this high last, but the melodic jingle of Natalee’s cell phone put an end to that.
