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I sent her back a thumb’s up just as Bristol’s response came in.
That’s fucking amazing!
A moment later, a second message came in, this one a string of red-faced emojis.
I’m sorry, Jess! I got so excited! I’ll try to keep it more professional but I feel like spinning around and singing!
Grinning, I sent her back a laughing smiley face and told her not to worry about it.
I then sent another message to both Imani and Bristol, telling them I’d be in touch a bit later with more details. Just as I hit send, we reached my stop. It was one before I normally got off, but I planned on hitting my favorite liquor store on my way home. I was buying myself a nice bottle of wine to celebrate, even if I would be alone.
Apparently, Jami had recently started dating somebody and she planned to spend the night at his place. I knew if I asked, she’d come back for us to celebrate together, but just because my love life was shit at the moment didn’t mean I had to ruin hers too. I’d fucked up her life enough as it was. She deserved to have some fun with a nice guy.
As for me, I was going to take a nice hot bath, enjoy a glass of wine and read a book.
* * *
The club musiccame through discreet speakers into the private room Derrick had gotten for the night but it barely registered. The anticipation and anxiety twining in my stomach consumed all of my attention.
Well, not all of it.
A shirtless Derrick in a pair of worn jeans took my mind off everything for at least two full minutes.
Then I registered the flogger in his hand. Twelve strips of soft leather that I’d held and touched shortly before Derrick had restrained me on the strange contraption he’d referred to as a ‘spanking bench.’ I hadn’t been too certain that I was ready to try it out, but once I’d handled it, I’d agreed.
Now, I was wondering if I’d made a mistake.
The strike on my ass startled me more than hurt and I suddenly realized why he’d wanted the music on. I hadn’t heard the blow coming.
And I didn’t hear the next one either.
Over and over, the flogger came down on me. One ass cheek and then the other. The occasional strike on my back. Each one was a lick of pain, followed by heat, until my skin burned with the painful sort of pleasure that I’d come to enjoy, if not crave.
Time seemed to slip sideways, and I found myself face down on the bed. I couldn’t see Derrick, but I could feel his hands sliding up my legs, cupping my ass. He pulled my cheeks apart and I flushed.
“Hold your ass open for me.”
The order created a strange mixture of embarrassment and a desire to please him. That was the strangest part of this whole dynamic to me, wanting his approval, wanting him to be pleased with me.
Then his finger slid into my pussy and that was all that mattered. After just a couple strokes, that thick digit moved, slick with my arousal, up to the tight ring of muscle he’d vowed to take tonight.
I whimpered as he worked his finger inside me with a slow, steady push. We’d done this much before so the burn was minimal. The second finger stretched me in a way that made me squirm, unsure if what I felt was enjoyable or not, but I didn’t use my safe word.
I waited instead.
I made a soft sound as he withdrew his fingers and then inhaled sharply when they were replaced by the blunt head of something larger.
“I’m going to fuck your ass now.” Derrick’s voice was rough.
His warning wasn’t really necessary, but hearing it sent a little thrill through me. Then he pressed forward, and my focus narrowed to that one particular spot where his body was trying to invade mine.
He eased into me, every inch stretching me wider around his thick shaft. Discomfort became pain, but the moment I cried out, Derrick reached beneath me, and his fingers slid over my clit. The contrasting sensations had my brain scrambling to figure out what I wanted, but before I could figure it out, everything had come together to form the most intense thing I’d ever felt.
“Fuck, Jess, you’re so tight.” Derrick’s fingers dug into my hips, but I could barely distinguish between that bite of pain and the ache in my ass.
“So full,” I groaned as he bottomed out.
My hands flexed on the bedspread, fingers curling into fists, as my body struggled to adjust. Then he started to move, a steady rhythm of in and out, the drag and friction lighting up nerve endings I hadn’t known existed.