Page 32 of First Impressions (Passion and Perseverance #1)

Pleased with her response, she felt his fingers part her folds again to find her core, massaging her as she began to climb to her peak again.

She closed her eyes and forgot about her punishment, reveling in the pleasure that was spreading throughout her body.

Just when the first waves of her climax were about to start, his thumb stopped and his left hand came down hard on her ass cheeks.

Her eyes jolted open and she squeaked in surprise and pain. Or was it pleasure?

“ That was for misjudging me and my words the first time we met.” His voice was hard with restrained desire.

His right hand returned to pleasuring her; her core’s sensitivity heightened from her first climax and from his punishment.

Each flick of his thumb brought her torturously close to satisfaction.

His left hand was now gently rubbing her ass cheeks admiringly as they began to color from him assault.

Again, she lost herself in all the sensations he was inflicting on her. She found it impossible to keep her eyes open, her lids heavy as she lost all sense of her surroundings, barely cognizant of the fact that the noise off in the background was her moaning.

SMACK.

Again, he had shocked her from her stupor. His hand hitting her ass sending a sharp burst of pleasure - definitely pleasure this time - right to her core; gasping, she almost climaxed at that moment, feeling her insides clench and wetness spread down her thighs.

She heard him groan loudly.

“ Not. Yet. You come when I say so. ” It was definitely a command that she hoped she could obey. “That, was for provoking me with the letter.”

His hands returned to their prior, agonizing movements. Beth had to bite her lip, the pleasure was so intense, she wasn’t sure how much longer she could obey him and hold on.

“Darcy,” she moaned his name. “ Please.” She begged him as he applied more pressure to her core.

“Hold on for me, baby. Just one more. You’re almost there.” He promised her. “God, you’re so pink and so wet. I want to taste you, but not now.”

She was going to pass out, she was sure of it.

She barely registered his words, all she could do was feel her orgasm build and fight to keep it at bay; it was taking all of her strength.

Just when she knew she couldn’t hold on any long, she felt his left hand come down hard on her ass one last time and vaguely registered his command, “Come for me now, baby. Now. ” Burning pleasure shot straight to her core as he rammed two fingers deep inside her and stroked her clit.

She shattered, screaming his name, as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her leaving her completely senseless.

Before the tremors had barely begun to subside, she heard the rustle of his pants as they hit the floor and he flipped her onto her back, her hands falling above her head.

Before she could move to cover herself, he grabbed her wrists and secured them together with his tie.

Moving swiftly around to the side of the bed, he attached the tie to the headboard effectively strapping her to the bed.

His task completed, he returned to the foot of the bed, standing between her thighs, taking in the view.

She saw the raw, savage hunger in his eyes as he looked over her body.

“Fuck, I can’t wait.”

The pain of his restraint shadowed his features before he gave in to his need.

She barely had a moment for her pleasure-dulled vision to take in the size of him before he spread her thighs and thrust himself into her body in one smooth motion, relief and confusion crossing his face as he looked at hers.

She winced slightly on his entry, her two orgasms not quite enough to prepare her body for his size, as the remnant of her virginity was obliterated.

“I can’t. Go. Slow.” His face was tortured from having hurt her.

She’d lost her ability to speak long ago, so she did the only thing she could think and rocked her hips up towards his, taking in the last bit of his erection.

His relief was palpable, just before he completely lost control.

Grabbing her hips, his head fell back as he began to pound into her, hitting that over-sensitized spot inside her again and again.

She’d barely recovered from her last orgasm when she felt another, stronger one building with him inside her.

His hands roamed all over her, under their own control, massaging her breasts, pinching her nipples, fingering her clit.

Her head twisted from side to side as she felt every muscle in her body tightening again.

She watched his face as he succumbed to his mounting climax. As she felt him begin to pump faster, harder, knowing she would be bruised tomorrow, she heard his voice break through the pleasure.

“ Come again now!” he yelled on a groan, his command pushing her over the edge.

She screamed as she orgasmed again and arched into him as he came inside her, her inner muscles clenching and pulling every drop out of him as he pumped relentlessly into her.

When they both came back down to reality, Beth felt like she wouldn’t be able to move for a week.

She couldn’t even find the strength to fully open her eyes; with heavy lids she felt, more than saw, him pull out of her.

He came around to release the ties, her arms falling slack on the bed at their freedom.

She began to sense the soreness coming from her wrists, vaguely remembering how she had pulled on the ties as he had brought her to her third release.

She hadn’t realized he had left the room until he came back in and woke her softly.

“I’m going to wash you.” She must have nodded because he moved back between her spread thighs and began to wipe away the remnants of their orgasms and her virginity. The warm washcloth felt miraculous against the tenderness of her muscles.

“Are you on the pill?” he asked calmly. The thought of being pregnant stirred her eyes wide as she looked down at him.

“No.” Then, after a moment of mental clarity added, “But I just had my period last week so it should be ok.” His mouth formed a thin line as if he wasn't sure he wanted to believe her or not.

“You should be on the pill.”

Looks like Mr. Intolerable is back in action.

Too tired and sated to argue, she just closed her eyes again and sighed, curling up into a ball on the bed.

She felt him pull the covers up over her as he climbed in the other side of the bed.

He gently took her hands, one by one, and began to massage her still red wrists and forearms.

“Thanks, Mr. Intolerable,” she sighed as her muscles began to relax underneath his fingers. She thought she heard him laugh as she drifted off to sleep.