Page 32 of Sawyer’s Mistake

He gave her a few moments. He could see she was trying to do as he said, but she had no idea how to breathe through the pain. He decided she didn’t have much experience as a sub. He spanked her three more times, until her soft gasps changed in tone, becoming soft moans.

“I wish you could see your ass. It’s turning a delicious pink color.”

She whimpered, and the sound went straight to his cock.

“Jake, I need—”

“Shh … I know what you need.” He lifted her and sat her down on the bed beside him, suppressing a smile at her wince when her ass hit the bed. He was being very gentle, all things considered.

“You’re wearing too much clothing,” he said, undoing the buttons of his shirt one by one until it was fully open.

“You’re still wearing your bra,” he admonished. “I thought I asked you to take it all off.”

“You asked me to get ready for bed,” she argued then closed her mouth quickly.

“I don’t think you should be talking back just now, little one,” he murmured. He wanted her to feel the danger in his words. He took off the shirt and pushed her down on the bed, then sat down himself, straddling her, careful to keep his weight off her.

Her hands instinctively went up, wrists joined over her head in submission. He murmured his approval.

He skimmed his right hand up her side, around her breast, stopping momentarily to pinch her nipple, which puckered beautifully. He’d always loved the look of a woman’s breasts when she was lying down, and hers were the perfect handful.

His right hand came up to her wrists, which she was holding together so nicely, just for him.

“You like to be restrained, Saoirse?”

Her blue eyes went very wide. She licked her lips. “I …. I think so. But …”

“I’m not going to tie you down. Not after what we’ve just been through. But you’re going to keep those pretty hands right where they are for me, aren’t you?”

She nodded, her hips coming off of the bed to reach him. He ground himself against her for a moment before pulling away.

“My, you’re impatient,” he drawled. “You’re not getting off that easily. You need to earn it.”

“Jake …”

“Is there something you want to ask, little one?”

“What should I call you when we’re … like this?” she asked, blushing. He smiled softly. She couldn’t even bring herself to say the word scene. It came as a bit of a surprise that he didn’t mind her inexperience. While some doms relished getting their hands on a new submissive, that had never been his thing. He preferred submissive women who knew what they wanted and how they wanted it—or he had in the past. Now, he just wanted Saoirse. He wanted to make it so good for her, she’d never want to be with another man again. There was absolutely no doubt in his mind what he wanted her to call him.

“You’ll say my name. I want to make sure you know who’s making you come. Because you’re going to come again and again tonight, and it’ll be my name on your lips as you do.” He released her wrist, pleased to see her hands remaining in the same position as when he’d been holding them in place.

He’d fantasized about her pussy for weeks, and finally he was going to get to see it. He peeled off her underwear and threw the offending garment across the room. Her curls were red down there as well, as he’d known they would be. He pushed a finger gently inside her, feeling how wet she was.

She cried out and her wrists moved an inch off the bed.

“Stay,” he commanded, “or I’ll have to punish you.” She gasped. He looked at her closely to make sure he was gauging her reaction right. A frown creased her forehead as she strove to follow his instructions, but there was no fear in her expression.

Good.

He wanted her to feel pleasure, a little bit of pain if she wanted it, but never fear.

He added a second finger, and she seemed to melt against him, demanding more. Her body was taut, but her hands never left position. Her back arched off the bed.

Suddenly, her eyes opened, and her lush lips widened in surprise.

“Jake! I’m going to—”

“Not yet,” he demanded, stopping all movement. He moved until only the tips of his fingers were inside her, teasing her with the possibility, knowing it wasn’t enough for her to come. Her hips ground against him, but he pushed back, driving her back against the bed. “Stop moving, or you won’t be coming tonight at all, little one,” he threatened.