Page 84 of Over the Line

Though the idea appealed, he calculated the damage the spikes might cause his body, especially since he didn’t intend to be gentle with her. “Unfortunately, the shoes will have to go for now, no matter how much I’d rather leave them on you.” He pulled off one and tossed it in the direction of the closet, wincing when it smacked into the hardwood.

“I guess they’re also a weapon, in a pinch,” she mused.

The second shoe, he removed a bit more respectfully then tucked it under the bed. “Roll on your back and put your feet flat on the mattress,” he said. “And let your knees fall to the sides comfortably.” When she did, her body became available to him, as if in invitation. “You’re still red,” he observed, tracing some of the marks with his thumb.

“Thank you for doing that for me, Sir.”

“My pleasure.” In every way, she was perfect. “How are your arms? Shoulders okay?”

“Fine, Sir.”

“Good. Then grab the headboard.”

Eyes wide open, she complied with his instructions. In under a minute, he had her cuffed in place.

Her breath caught.

“I’ll help you into position, but I want you to put your knees over my shoulders.”

He knelt between her legs and lifted her hips since he knew she wouldn’t be able to get a lot of leverage herself.

When she was where he wished, he took his shaft in hand and placed his cockhead at her entrance. Then he captured her gaze as he caressed her clit.

“Sir!”

After her experience outside, he wanted to be sure she really was ready for this. And when she rocked her body in silent demand, he knew she was. He’d never been with a woman this free, this voracious, and she fed his appetite.

He stroked himself as he inserted his cock into her. As he surged forward, his shoulders putting pressure on the backs of her legs, she moaned slightly. “Too much?”

“Stretching my hamstrings and my pussy, Sir. It feels good. Please don’t stop.”

Now that his cock was buried in her, it would take all his resolve to pull out.

“Fuck me, Sir,” she urged. “I want to feel it.”

Hell yes. She was his woman. And after this, she’d know it.

He placed his hands next to her head so that he could balance his weight. She was obviously in excellent physical condition, but the angle and the fact that he outweighed her by a good eighty or ninety pounds meant he couldn’t collapse on top of her, despite the temptation.

After starting with a few long, slow strokes to get her ready, he fucked her hard and deep, making her gasp.

He craved release as much as she did. But this angle and the incredible sensations gave him another idea.

Calling on all superhuman restraint, he pulled out.

“Sir?”

To her credit, she looked at him with a frown of puzzlement, rather than frustration. “Give me a moment,” he said. “Keep your legs spread, with your feet flat on the mattress.”

“You’re making me nervous.”

“Good. We both like it when that happens.” He pulled out a small glass butt plug from his toy box.

“Ah…”

“Turtle?” he asked, his back to her as he squirted lube all over the smooth elongated oval shape with a fat base to keep it from getting lost.

When he faced her, her brow was furrowed. “Taking your cock in that position is difficult enough, Sir.”