Page 30 of Over the Line

Gamely, she continued to try to figure it out, using only her lips as she worked the latex into place. Knowing it was driving him mad helped her enjoy it more, and she took extra time on the areas where he involuntarily jerked.

As he thickened, she increased her tempo.

“Enough,” he finally said, the word nearly a growl as he pulled away from her.

She looked up at him.

Her in-control, take-charge Dom had his jaw clenched. His rich green eyes were narrowed, and perspiration dotted his brow.

She smiled. It hadn’t taken her long to bring him to the brink. “I was just getting the hang of it, Sir.”

“Oh, I want a blow job from you, and no doubt it will be world-class, but now is not the time.” With a wicked grin, he tugged on her chain.

She jerked at the sudden burn. “Sir!” It had taken only seconds for him to regain control.

“I want you on all fours.”

At least in this position, her breasts weren’t pressed against the bed, and she was grateful for that small mercy.

“I’ve been fantasizing all night about having my hand in your hair as I fuck you from behind.”

The image filled her mind, obliterating all thoughts.

“And I’m going to put a finger up your ass.”

He hadn’t phrased it as a request. She knew she could refuse, but the idea had a wicked appeal to her.

He grabbed lube from the nightstand drawer, then placed the bottle on the sheet before positioning himself behind her.

Simultaneously, he slapped both of her ass cheeks.

The unexpected action shocked her. She might have toppled over, but he was there, his hands on her hipbones, steadying her. “Damn, Sir.” The momentary explosion of pain receded, lancing her with arousal.

Because he’d spanked her earlier, the sensation seemed magnified.

“Are you getting ready for me, Sydney?”

“More,” she said.

“More of what?”

She thrust her hips back toward him in silent plea.

Thankfully he didn’t make her beg. “That’s a good little subbie,” he said.

He tapped each cheek then spanked her harder and harder still, tanning her hide the way she’d craved, needed.

On and on, he went, until her thoughts swam. Her breaths were no longer shallow. Instead, they were long and further apart as she surrendered to pleasure.

Nothing existed but the sensual connection of skin on skin.

Before she was ready, he was rubbing her scorched rear.

“Are you with me, Sydney?”

His gruff voice came from a great distance, then he placed both his hands on her back, grounding her. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered obediently.

“Your responses are perfect.”