Page 40 of Craving Paradise
“I saved it for you, my Lord. Since Ibiza, I haven't been with anyone,” I confess to him. I want him to know that while yes, this is my job, I have control over when and who I want to fuck.
“You did? Fuck, Lauren, that’s …” He slipped up and used my real name— that can’t happen in here.
“It’s Ren in here,” I remind him.
“Shit, you’re right, sorry. Your confession threw me. You really haven’t fucked anyone else since Ibiza?”
“I didn’t think it would be fair to give someone else all your hard work.”
“I didn’t think I could want you more than I already do.” I can hear the reverence in his voice as he breaks from the scene.
“Tonight, I’m all yours to do with what you like, my Lord,” I say, bringing him back to why we’re here. I don’t think we should blur the lines between fantasy and reality again. It will only get us both in trouble.
“All mine?” he says, repeating my words as his hand grips my ass again. “There are so many things I want to do to you. I don’t know where to start,” he states as his hand slips from my skin, and silence falls between us.
Where did he go? What’s he doing?
“Widen those legs even more, sweetheart,” he coos as I hear metal rattling. Jasper touches my feet, making me jump as I wasn’t expecting it, and locks a furry cuff around my ankle. I then hear the clang of the pole as he clamps the other cuff to my other ankle. He’s found the spread bar as he secures me into place.
“You look so beautiful spread out for me like this. We’re only just getting started,” he states as his hand rubs against my ass.
I hear his feet pad away and more rattling before he returns to where I am. The first crack of the riding crop against my ass surprises me, but the pain soon subsides to desire.
“That’s for jumping into the pool and teasing me,” he hisses.
Crack.
He then spanks the other side of my ass.
“That’s for stripping off that indecent dress, giving me a glimpse of something I couldn’t have.”
Crack.
“That’s for jumping into the pool in white underwear, which becomes sheer in the water, making my dick ache because I couldn’t do anything about it.”
Crack.
“That was for surprising me in Ibiza.”
Crack.
“That was for being too close for comfort.”
Crack.
“This is for getting in my head after that first night and making me unable to think of anyone other than you.”
Crack.
That last bit of his confession has me seeing stars.
My body is limp, and I’m on the verge of coming. He needs to be inside me now.
“My Lord, please put me out of my misery,” I beg.
“You think you’re in misery? I’m in fucking misery. I can’t stop thinking about fucking you. For the last couple of weeks, you have been consuming my thoughts. You made me silently jerk off in the fucking car after leaving you in Ibiza, you had me wound up so fucking tight. I haven’t thought about anything else but sliding my dick inside you since then.” He growls at me.
“Then do it. Fuck me. I want to feel your dick sliding inside me, your balls slapping against my clit. I want you to fill me up so deeply I see stars. You are making me fucking crazy, my Lord. If you don’t enter me now, I will take matters into my own fucking hands,” I curse at him as this uncontrollable need floods me. I’m delirious with desire. Never in my life have I been so turned on, which says something since my job is to literally fuck.