Page 84 of Beyond the Rules
He lowered his face to my chest and gulped down as much of my right breast as he could fit in his mouth, fastening his hot, wet lips in a scalding ring around my flesh. The pressure increased as his lips reversed their course, leaving a trail of moisture in the wake of his famished mouth. He lingered over my nipple, suckling and nibbling, sending waves of heat to short-circuit mybrain.
My blushed nipple stood stiff, drenched, and desolate when he abandoned it in favor of my left breast. He crammed most of it into his mouth and repeated the unbearable caress, thumbing the hard, glossy nipple he’d left behind, driving me crazy. He trapped my other nipple between his tongue and his palate and suckled it until my body arched into the pull of hismouth.
I gasped, torn between thrill, terror and glee. My nipple lengthened to conform to his mouth. He gathered my breasts in his hands and scrunched them together so he could suckle both of my nipples at the same time, raking and teasing until they darkened to a deep rose color and I whimperedhisname.
His gaze studied my face as his tongue flickered against my erect flesh. He kept his eyes on me but dropped his hand slowly, tracing a path down the middle of my body, lingering over my bellybutton, teasing it, poking it, as if testing a secret entrance into my body, a notion that made me clenchreflexively.
His hand slid over my lower belly in an inevitable path toward my sex, transforming my skin into a plain of bumps. His big, callused middle and index fingers trailed the edges of my folds, lightly at first and then more assured as they sank into the moist split. He slid his fingers along the inside surfaces of my labia, a stern, deliciousglide.
“This pussy?” He cupped my sex in his big hand and squeezed. “I want it. I’ve craved it for a very long time. Give ittome.”
I felt myself dissolving into his palm, my sex yielding in advance, my senses reeling, my sight blurring. “It’s yours.” I whispered, aching in his grasp. “I give ittoyou.”
Abruptly, his hand was gone from between my legs, leaving me standing there like a dripping faucet. He stalked over to one of his welder’s workbenches, the only one that didn’t have a project clampedonit.
“Over here.” He jerked an imperious chin and rapped on the table. “Quickly. Bend over. Ass intheair.”
I hurried to the bench, leaned forward, and rested my upper body on the steel surface. The cold metal startled me. Trying my best to follow his instructions, I uncurled my lower back and stuck outmyass.
“Beautiful,” he murmured. “If you only knew how many times I’ve dreamed of having this ass all formyself.”
A spank landed on my ass, loud, sharp and unexpected. I jerked and gave out a surprised little cry. The outline of his hand tingled onmyskin.
“When I say quickly, I mean it.” His open palm struck again, leaving my flesh rippling with the sting. “Understood?”
“Yes, Zar,” I mumbled, feeling small and exposed. “Sorry.”
God help me, I’d never been spanked before. The slaps felt like an invasion to my body, punishing and corrective. I was a sub.Hissub. He wanted to spank me and therefore I should want him to spank me. I dreaded the moment of impact, but I loved the feel of his hand on my ass, firm, heavyandhot.
“Manners, Nina,” he rasped against the back of my neck. “What doyousay?”
“Um…thankyou?”
Anotherslap.
“Thankyou,Zar?”
“Better.” He kneaded my ass, working my flesh as if I were putty to his hands. “You’ve got such a nice little round ass. Perky too, and bouncy, like a double-bubble. It’s all flushed now, a color I like. You are such a treat, Nina, such a gorgeous, willing sub. Guess what I want youtodo?”
He trailed his fingertip over my hypersensitive skin, drawing one character at the time in a defined, slow, cursive. I was so high-strung that I missed more than a couple letters, but in the end, I put it all together and, adjusting my belly on the table, braced my feet apart—far apart—as he’d written onmyass.
The air kissed my heated depths and caressed my inner surfaces. Zar ran his fingers down my cleft, a slow, excruciating exploration. My asshole puckered beneath his thumb and I balked when his fingers glided over the incredibly sensitive area between my two openings. My own abundant moisture aided him as he circled the entrance to mypussy.
“You’re so turned on right now,” he said. “You are so wet andready.”
He spread me out with one hand and thumbed my entrance with the other. I knew what he was going to do an instant before he did it, and yet I was still shocked. He pressed in me, not one but two brawny fingers that crammed into my pussy in one firm, exquisiteshove.
I jerked on the table. “Oh,fuck.”
“Yes, that’s coming, but not yet.” He braced his thumb and his pinky at either side of my pussy and slowly pumped his fingers. “The guys talk about your pussy all the time. They say you love a good fingerfucking. Is it true, Nina? Do you like what I’m doingtoyou?”
“Yes,oh,yes!”
“Then ask meformore.”
“More Zar,please?”
I groaned as he deepened his touch. The intrusion was unbearable, excruciating, acute. I was completely bared to him. I bit down on my lips and moaned. I was his. He could do this to me. He enjoyed doing it to me. Worse part? I fuckinglovedit.