Charm. Flora Dain

me.

      After a while he transfers to the other breast and I jerk again. This breast knows what’s coming so my nipple is that much harder, the burning feeling that much hotter. I moan aloud and writhe in his embrace.

      His lips loosen around his generous mouthful of breast. I whimper as his fingers squeeze my other nipple and pinch hard, sending flames shooting all through my groin.

      ‘Quiet. And keep still or I’ll have to restrain you.’

      ‘Do I get a say in this?’

      He leans up, his gaze hard. ‘Soon. Be quiet and keep still. Or you’ll be sorry.’

      I arch an eyebrow, playful now. ‘Oh? How?’

      He stands upright and folds his hands round both of my breasts, his grasp gentle, warm and deeply arousing. In his grip they feel enormous, resilient, like his touch alone is making them swell. My nipples tense instantly, the ache squeezing my aureoles tight around them, making them stiffen and grow numb.

      ‘How? Well, your spanking might be harsher and last longer than it would have just now, let’s say.’

      Deep between my legs something begins to throb. It was pulsing before, but now it’s positively painful. He’s not playing. Something about his manner tells me that for him this is deadly serious and I’ve just agreed to it and accepted his terms, whatever they are …

      Ye gods …

      ‘Are you going to hurt me?’ I try to sound calm. I must know the worst.

      He looks interested. ‘Not if I can help it. Why? Do you want me to?’

      I stare. ‘Absolutely not. But I’m new to this. I don’t know what’s involved.’

      He frowns like he’s puzzled and draws me into his arms. ‘Hey, you’re shivering. Just trust me. Can you do that?’

      I swallow. This is all so unexpected. In reply I simply kiss him on the jaw.

      He frowns down at me, troubled. ‘Do I take that as a yes?’

      ‘It’s just …’ I tail off as I search for words.

      ‘Hey. Your bath’s getting cold.’

      I grin. ‘In Texas? In summer? It’s just this. If you’re doing this because you like it then fine, I’ll try it. But if this is some kind of punishment then you can forget it. I’m not accountable to you.’

      He touches his lips to mine, his gaze stern. ‘You’re setting terms?’

      I hold his gaze. ‘Yes. I guess I am. Isn’t that what’s supposed to happen?’

      He raises my hand to his lips and kisses my fingers. It’s just a light brush of his lips across my knuckles but I sense a climb-down.

      ‘Fair enough. Let’s just say I like it. We’ll take it slow.’ He kisses me on the mouth, his tongue urgent and hungry, and pulls away with an effort. I can sense his excitement. I can even feel his heartbeat. I’m curious. Why does he find this so moving?

      ‘Now the bath. And no more talking. I’ll tell you when. Strip.’

      Slowly I take off my bra and then my lace-edged panties and toss them through the door into the dry safety of the other room. At his stern look I step into the bath. I sink gratefully into the water and he stands over me, peeling away his own clothes as I drink in the view – first his sturdy chest and shoulders, his narrow waist, and the light coating of dark hair that clusters where it matters and thins where it should, snaking a trail past his navel.

      Where it reaches appears next as he unfastens his trousers and kicks them away, and finally removes his boxers.

      I gasp as his stiffening erection looms into view, plump and swollen, its thick curve echoing the swollen, tight feeling down between my legs where I’ve been pulsing steadily since we walked in here. He holds my eyes calmly. The arrogant flare to his nostrils tells me he enjoys my steady gaze and feels no need to hurry.

      As he slips in beside me he leans along me, running his hand over me, slippery now in the foam, and watches my nipples jut and swell as his fingers encounter them. ‘Open your legs. Put your feet on the sides.’

      His hand slips between my thighs and cups my sex, his fingers questing deep into me, searching, sliding in and out, teasing me with the suds. He fastens his mouth on mine, suppressing my moans with his busy, invading tongue.

      This is beyond arousing. The warmth of the water and the insistent pressure of his fingers are having an electric effect on me, making my thighs ache as I grip the edges of the bath with my feet. I moan and he seizes my shoulders as he eases his hand away and pulls away from my lips, tasting gently. ‘Hey, easy. There’s plenty of time. Now me.’

      I start to massage him, smearing suds into the powerful landscape of his chest and thrilling to the ripple of the muscles below. He watches lazily as I explore him in turn, teasing his hard little nipples into nubs and making him twitch. I ease down towards his shaft where it leaps and jolts above the water, and curve over to lick gently at the broad, distended head.

      He pulls me back and puts a foamy finger to my lips. ‘Hey. Not yet. Keep washing.’

      Obediently I run my hand down his hard, muscular abdomen and slide my fingers deep into his hair, reaching deep to soap and fondle him and then slip further back, between his legs. I feel his thighs tense along mine as I ease in deep, sliding in the slippery gel-laden foam like he did with me, and he captures my mouth again.

      When he pulls back his face is stern. ‘Enough. We’ll get out now. We have things to do.’

      He surges smoothly out of the water like Neptune in all his glory, knots a towel at his hips and then raises me up, scoops another towel round me and pats me dry all over. I’m sleepy after my scary morning, all soft and clean and ready for sex.

      More than ready.

      But sex is not on offer, I remember with a snap. We have things to do.

      Still swathed in our towels he leads me into the bedroom – or rather one of them – and sits on the bed. ‘Now for your spanking. You know why I’m doing this?’

      ‘Because you like it?’

      His eyes glitter as he hauls me over his lap, pushes my head down onto the quilt at one side of him and starts to arrange my legs on the other. ‘Try again.’

      He sounds angry but I’m still defiant. ‘Because you think I’ll like it?’

      I shriek as his hand makes contact with a real, stinging slap. ‘Nowhere close. Try again.’

      ‘That’s assault,’ I wail.

      He pulls up my head by my ponytail and puts his face close to mine. He looks angry too. ‘So is kissing strange men on the mouth without warning. This is long overdue. And another reason is you’re infuriating. You take risks when I’ve tried to be reasonable.’

      At that moment his phone sounds. With a sharp sigh he leans over me to reach for it, keeping his elbow pressed into my back and his leg planted firmly over mine, pinning me down.

      ‘Wolfe.’

      The voice hums too low for me to make out the words. I see him frown. ‘The interview with BGN? Not now, I’m busy.’

      The phone hums gain, the sound reproachful.

      ‘Make it tomorrow.’

      It hums again, fainter now.

      ‘Contact the owners of the network. Offer a global discount on their contract for the next two months. No more calls for two hours.’

      He tosses the phone across the bed and turns back to me. I’m staring at him, open-mouthed. ‘You’re doing an interview with BG News?’

      He grins, his hand gliding smoothly over my soft, scented ass, which is now high in the air