Page 99 of Pucking the Team

“You’re going to get so fucked,” he said, his voice dark and throaty. “Now take off those heels and lie down.”

“Yes, Sir.” I waggled my eyebrows and turned to the bed.

I crawled onto it and a swift slap landed on my ass.

“Oh!” I gasped. The sting heated my flesh and seemed to go direct to my clit. “What the…?”

“Keep teasing me with your sexy moves and you’ll get spanked, little girl.”

I paused. Did I want to be spanked? I wasn’t sure.

But my stillness must have been some kind of signal.

Another hard slap landed on my buttock, the sound a sharp crack.

“Ah!” I lunged forward, my buttocks smarting and my pussy clenching.

“Need your safe word?” he said gruffly. “No judgement if you do.”

“No.” I shook my head. “I don’t need it.”

“So you like a pink ass?”

“I don’t know yet.”

He scooped my knickers into the crack of my butt, turning them into a thong.

“Oh, nice,” he said and palmed my ass. “My handprints are reddening your cheeks. You won’t forget who you belong to tonight.”

“I am yours…tonight,” I said, enjoying the surrender in those words.

“I know.” He stooped and trailed kisses over my stinging buttocks. His mouth was warm, a little wet, and while he kissed my skin he stroked his finger over the material of my knickers, over my butthole and then my pussy lips. He lingered there, rubbing and teasing.

I moaned and arched my spine. If he wanted to fuck me like this, I’d be fine with that. In fact, I wished he’d get on with it.

“Lie down,” he said, “on your back, legs out straight.”

I did as instructed and stared up at him.

He straddled my waist and loomed over me.

It was then I saw he had a length of black silk in his hand.

“Put your arms above your head,” he said gruffly. “And grip the headboard.”

I hesitated briefly. I knew full well I was about to be tied up. Bondage. And then he’d be able to play with my body to his heart’s content. It wasn’t something I’d done before but I had thought about it—the idea did appeal.

With Dylan! That was jumping into the deep end. A baptism of fire.

“Now,” he said in a low voice.

“Yes, Sir.” I stretched my arms over my head. Instantly, vulnerability gripped me, even before he leaned forward and bound my wrists to the slats.

His cock bobbed in front of my face, and I studied the way his body hair thinned at the crease of his torso and thigh then thickened on his legs.

“Comfortable?” he asked.

I yanked my arms. Yes, they were secure, but it wasn’t tight. “Yes.”