Page 8 of Resisting the Temptation (Broken Shelves #3)

Ben

E follows my commands beautifully. She took her punishment like a champ. I was worried I’d gone too hard with her for her first time, but it seems she’s thoroughly enjoying everything we’ve done so far.

Watching the way her ass rippled as I spanked her and seeing my handprints on her body has me feral. Possessive.

I haven’t felt this sort of possession over someone except maybe my ex-fiancée, and it was never the primal level I feel for my Dulzura . Sweetness.

And she is so fucking sweet .

I could have gotten her off with my fingers while she was on my lap, but I need to taste her. I need to feel her come on my tongue—to feel her pulse and drip in my mouth.

E spreads her beautiful body out on the chaise, and I kneel between her spread thighs. I place gentle kisses on her inner thighs as I make my way up to her dripping pussy.

Before I dive in, I pull back. “Grab the back of the chaise with both of your hands, honey. I don’t want them to move.”

“Yes, Sir.” She reaches up and grabs the cushion, which pushes her tits forward, tempting me.

I refrain from lavishing her breasts the way I want, she’s already begged so sweetly for me to let her come, and I’m a man of my word. “Good girl. You may come as many times as you can while I’m down here enjoying myself.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

Not wanting to wait any longer, I lean in and lick the arousal from between her lips and groan as her sweet, tangy flavor dances across my tastebuds. She’s got such a unique, earthy taste, and I’m ravenous for more.

My tongue circles her hard clit, and she bucks her hips up at the sensation. I use one of my arms to pin down her pelvis so I can continue my feast, sucking on the little nub while she moans and writhes beneath me.

“Oh, Sir. Fuck. ”

I pop off of her to say, “Such a dirty word to come out of such a pretty mouth.” Then take two fingers and slowly insert them, crooking them to find that rough spot that will surely push her over the edge.

“Oh my God!” she moans, trying to buck her hips again, but they’re still trapped under my arm.

“Not God, Dulzura, just me.”

I thrust my fingers against that spot inside her and flick her clit rapidly with my tongue. Within seconds, her pussy clamps my fingers in a vice grip, and she screams as she comes. I don’t stop my assault, I want to see if she’ll squirt for me, so I continue my ministrations.

“Sir, I can’t—”

“You can. Give me more, Dulzura. ”

“Sir, I can’t. ”

“You know the word to make this stop. Say it, and I’ll stop.”

I wait, still slowly pumping inside her. She doesn’t say “red” or “yellow,” so I pick up my pace and lap at her clit again.

I could stay down here for hours and hours if I thought her sweet body could handle it. One day, I’ll overstimulate her to the point of exhaustion, but I have to remind myself she’s still new to this.

I pump my fingers faster, then take her swollen nub between my teeth and bite it gently, which does the trick. She comes with a scream, and I’m rewarded with a rush of wetness hitting my chest, face, and arm.

I take my mouth off her so I can pepper her with praises while I slow the speed of my fingers, working her through her orgasm.

When she finally stops pulsing around my fingers, I pull them out and make eye contact with her, then put them in front of her face. “Taste how sweet you are, Dulzura. ”

She wraps those plump lips around my middle and ring finger, swirling her tongue, sucking off her own arousal while keeping eye contact with me. It’s enough to almost make me come in my pants.

When I retract my hand, she licks around her lips to gather the last remnants off them .

I notice then she still has her hands behind her head on the chaise, gripping the leather like a lifeline.

“You did such a good job, honey. You listened so well and came beautifully,” I coo, scooping her up.

She opens her mouth—probably to protest—but quickly shuts it again, then whispers, “Thank you, Sir.”

I lay her on the soft sheets of the bed while I find wipes to clean her up, then grab a bottle of water for her. After I’ve gently cleaned the dampness from her thighs and she’s downed half the bottle, I lie down next to her and pull her back against my front.

I’m still hard as stone—fully clothed while she’s naked—and my cock prods her ass as she scoots back. She gasps, but I ignore it. I can take care of myself later—and I definitely will, over and over again as I replay tonight.

After about ten minutes of cuddling, her breathing turns steady, so I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and lean in, taking in her smell. Whatever perfume or lotion she’s got on smells like summer. Fruity and sweet with a woodsy undertone.

It’s intoxicating and seductive, just like the woman in my arms.

“Are you feeling up for talking about tonight?” I whisper in her ear.

She rolls over and faces me. “A-are we done with the scene?”

“Yes. This is the aftercare part. Even though our scene wasn’t as intense as it could have been, I still need to take care of you after. Help you come down gently.”

“But you didn’t…” She looks pointedly at my still tented slacks .

I run my hand over her right arm, tracing the delicate ink. “Tonight was all about you. Don’t worry about me.”

“Okay,” she sighs. “I really enjoyed everything we did. I was a little… wary about spankings because of how I was raised, but it was actually really hot.”

“Did you feel safe? With me?”

Those ocean blues shine bright, even in the dim lighting of the room. “I felt more safe with you than I have with anyone else in a long time. I felt… in control, even if I wasn’t.”

“You’re always in control. You tell me ‘red,’ and everything will stop immediately. I may be the Dom, but you hold all the power.”

“It was nice not having to overthink my every move. I like that your expectations were clear and direct.”

“That is a big appeal to a lot of people.” Is it too forward to ask her to continue this? To invite her over to my house to play? Kiera has my address, so it’s not like no one would know where she’d be. Still, I could see her feeling a little nervous to take such a big step with a virtual stranger.

Sometimes the risk is worth the reward, though.

“Is this… arrangement something you’d like to continue?”

E sighs, “I would. But I can’t afford the club fees right now. It’s a miracle Kiera got me in.”

Right, I remember there being an email about staff being able to bring a friend once a month to generate more buzz for the club. I was dreading it at first, but the situation brought this lovely woman into my orbit, so I can’t be too upset.

I clear my throat. “If it’s not too forward… I have a room at my house similar to this one. If you’d feel comfortable coming to my place, I’d love to continue helping you explore.”

E takes her plush bottom lip between her teeth, and I resist the urge to pull it free with my thumb.

Finally, she responds, “As long as you’re okay with me sharing my location with my friends, I think I’d really like to continue this as well.”

I’m not someone who cheers or fist pumps, but I find myself fighting against both of those reactions. “Absolutely. Your safety is my number one priority.”

“I guess we better share our names with each other, then?”

“Hmmm. Let’s keep the mystery alive just a little while longer. We can share names when you come over next Saturday night?”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

“As am I. Are you ready to get up and get dressed? Are you feeling okay?”

“I feel great. I should probably get home, anyway. I have a lot to do tomorrow.”

“Of course.” I help her off the bed and over to her discarded clothes and shoes.

I help her step into her discarded panties, then pull her dress over her head and fix her hair so none of it is stuck in the delicate satin. She sits on the chaise to put her shoes back on, but I kneel before her and slip them on her small, dainty feet.

“Thank you,” she breathes when I help her stand .

“My pleasure.” I want to kiss her. Just a small, delicate peck on her lips. Just to know what they feel like against mine.

But I’d never cross a line she’s set in stone, so I step back and offer her my arm.

She takes it, and together, we walk out of the room and into the main club area, where I offer to walk her to her car. She declines, saying she’s ordering a rideshare since she didn’t know if she’d be drinking.

After collecting our respective personal items, we head out to the curb to wait for her rideshare. I put my number in her phone and send myself a text so I have hers, then we stand side by side, not touching, until the car pulls up a few minutes later.

“Text me so I know you made it home safely,” I command before she gets in the car.

She nods, then waves as she gets in the backseat.

I drive myself home, and as soon as I walk in the door, I get a text.

E: Home safe and sound! Thank you again for tonight. I’m looking forward to next weekend. :)

B: Thank you for letting me know. I’m looking forward to it as well. Get some rest. Goodnight, E.

E: Goodnight, B. :)

I take off my clothes, my cock still hard as fuck since I’ve been replaying the events of tonight over and over again on my way home, imagining all the different ways I can play with my new sub. As soon as I’m under the stream of warm water, I wrap my hand around my length.

Embarrassingly, within ten pumps I’m coming on the shower floor, feeling nowhere near sated.

Waiting a whole week to taste my Dulzura again is going to be pure torture.

But I’m a patient man, and the torture will be worth the wait.