Page 34 of Draco's Defiance

“Well?” His digits stilled at the apex of her thighs, frustratingly close to the part of her that longed for their touch.

Her eyes fluttered closed as she imagined how it would feel when he plunged them inside her. She wanted that, yearned for him to fill her up the way he’d done before.

Whether she liked to acknowledge or not, the impacts of his palm had done their job. While each had hurt, the spanks had awoken those secret parts of her, softening her sex and getting her wet and ready for penetration. Frantic for him, she tipped her hips toward his hand, trying to persuade his fingers to roam where she wanted his touch, but he only laughed and drew away.

“No, sir.” Her reply was a disappointed gasp.

Why hadn’t she kept still? Perhaps his fingers were going to slip to her sex anyway, and she only needed to be patient. Now, she’d never know.

“Okay.” Lifting his hand, he snapped it back against her bare backside. “Then we continue.”

Chapter Fourteen

Draco

HIS COCK WAS ROCK SOLID as his strikes landed on her soft skin in fast succession. Draco had always loved to spank women, loved the way they felt stretched over him, the way their asses looked when they were exposed and prone, and especially enjoyed the look of a naked female splayed and available, but Moira was something else. Her responses were incredible.

Each tiny mewl and clipped gasp seemed designed to ramp up his arousal another notch, as did the way her nipples hardened at his provocation and the stoic way she continued to tolerate the treatment. She’d scarcely said a word since he’d started, replying to him only when spoken to, and even then, keeping her responses short and polite.

Her thoughts though, were another story. That spiraling monologue was coming in loud and clear.

Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Her breaths increased with each fresh swat. I can’t... I just can’t...

But not a word escaped her supple lips.

Draco admired her ability to endure. It would surely come in useful if they continued to play, but just as concern had plagued him on Friday, he started to worry that she was tolerating more than she could bear to please him.

Glancing down at her reddened backside, he hesitated, surveying the hue for signs of bruising. He didn’t think he was spanking that hard, but this was her first time. Her skin was unused to the treatment.

“How are you doing, little girl?”

Slipping between her legs, his fingertips grazed over her pussy. His cock throbbed at what they found. There, in the place he couldn’t wait to bury his face again, he found the evidence of her desire. Her lips were soaked with passion, her hips slowly gyrating as though they were begging him for attention.

“I’m okay, sir.” She croaked her reply.

“You’re doing so well,” he commended, stroking the edge of her sex while his other hand caressed the beautiful skin of her back. “I’m proud of you.”

“Thanks.” The strain in her voice was telling although neither her body, nor her thoughts could tell him if the sound was born of pleasure or pain. “It’s a lot.”

“But you like it?” The copious arousal at his fingers assured him of that much. He wanted to see her deny it while she was still sprawled over his thighs.

“I don’t know why, but yes.” She shook her head as though she’d been trying to figure it out for herself.

“It doesn’t matter why.” Hadn’t he told her that already? “It only matters that you’re here, experiencing this.” It only matters that we found each other.

The final line was ready to be said, but he held it back. He didn’t know what Moira had done to him, but while she was the one naked over his lap, he was the one who was undeniably altered. He’d never been this way with anyone before, never wanted to make it good for them the way he sought to for her. Whether he ever persuaded her into his cage, or she walked out of his life never to return, Moira had changed things. She’d changed him.

“I’m definitely that, sir.” Her body relaxed over him, as if she’d been holding onto tension while the spanks had rained down. “The spanking hurts.”

“Let me give you something else to focus on then.” The hand at her back skimmed to her breast, toying with her nipple and eliciting a breathy whimper from Moira. “How about this?” He reached past her tempting teat to pinch the other one.

“Ow.” She panted, but he noticed the way she arched her back, her hips pleading with his other hand to take care of her needs.

Why not? Draco grinned at the thought. She’d come there and succumbed, allowing him to spank her and giving him a taste of what he wanted. Why shouldn’t he give her something in return?

“Shhh.”

His instruction was a whisper as his fingers shifted at her sex, one and then two of them plunging into her warm pussy. He was greeted by her contracting muscles, his balls aching to be freed and permitted to play.