Page 53 of Single Malt
Brody
I’d never seenanyone as sexy as Freedom in a red and black lace corset, panties, and thigh-high leather boots. The heels made her only an inch shorter than me and made her legs look even more amazing than usual. Then there was that leather collar around her neck and the crop in her hand.
She walked up the stairs to join me on the stage and held out the crop for me to take it from her. After I did, she went over to the bench and bent over it, showing off her perfect ass. A murmur of appreciation went through the unseen crowd, and I felt a surge of pride that no matter how attractive, powerful, or rich the people in the audience were, they didn’t have her. She was mine. Only mine.
I ran my hand down her back and over her ass, giving each bared section of cheek a light slap. She made a pleased sound, then drew a shaky breath when I ran my finger over the damp material between her legs.
“Does this turn you on?” The slap to her left cheek was harder than the previous one, and it made her moan. “Knowing that you have eyes on you? That men and women are staring at this sweet ass of yours, wanting you, wanting to be you.”
She shifted and pressed her thighs together, the movement small enough that the audience couldn’t see, but I could.
“They want to touch you,” I continued as I slid my hand around her ribcage to the corset strings that held her top together. With a quick tug, her laces came undone, freeing her breasts. I pinched and rolled a nipple between my finger and thumb. “Would you like them to touch you? Play with your pretty nipples?”
She shook her head. “No.”
I slapped her breast, and she made a surprised sound. “No, what?”
“No, sir.”
“Good girl.” I squeezed her breast. “Now, tell me why you don’t want them to touch you?”
“Only you, sir.” She gasped as I flicked her nipple. “I don’t want anyone but you touching me like this.”
The admission went straight to my cock, and I winced as my erection pressed painfully against my zipper. I’d gone commando to make it easier to play the scene, but I hadn’t taken the flesh-on-metal factor into consideration.
“That’s good,” I said. “Because I don’t want anyone else touching you either. They can watch and wish, but only I get to know what you taste like, what it feels like inside you. They can imagine, but they’ll never be able to know the truth.”
I didn’t mean just now. Not only tonight during this scene, and not only for as long as we were together. Always. She was mine, and I didn’t want anyone else to ever have her. It didn’t matter who we’d had before, just that there’d never be anyone from here on out.
Not too long ago, the idea of a lifelong commitment would have scared the shit out of me, but not now. Now, all I wanted to make sure everyone knew she was mine. I wantedherto know it too. All mine.
A good way to start making that impression was to show it on her skin.
I tapped the crop against one perfect cheek to alert her to what was coming next. The crack of hard leather against flesh cut through the air, and she flinched but didn’t make a sound. Each strike brought blood to the surface of her fair skin, turning her ass a bright shade of pink. Heat radiated off both cheeks, and when I touched them, her muscles twitched.
“So sensitive.” I pulled aside the crotch of her panties. “Let’s see where else you’re sensitive.”
I slipped a finger inside her, and she whimpered. A second finger sent a shiver through her, and I smiled as I twisted my fingers, searching. Her fingers dug into the fabric of the bench, and her head fell forward. She didn’t pull away as I drove my fingers into her, but the tension in her body grew with each thrust. My cock throbbed with the need to be inside her, but I controlled myself. I wanted her to come on my fingers, and then I’d push her boundaries a bit before I finally sank into that wet heat.
The muscles in my arm flexed, and I wrapped her ponytail around my hand, yanking her head up. Using the leverage I now had, I finger fucked her until she writhed and squirmed, fighting off her orgasm until, finally, I gave her permission to come.
She was just starting to come down from her climax when I took my now soaked fingers out of her pussy and traced a line up between her cheeks. She stiffened when I rubbed the tip of my finger over her anus. She gasped as I applied pressure but didn’t ask me to stop. She wanted this as much as I did.
When the tip of my finger was inside her, I paused and waited for her to get used to the unfamiliar sensation. The muscles fluttered around my finger, and I couldn’t help but imagine what it would feel like around my cock.
I tugged on her hair until she cried out, and then I worked my finger into her ass until she was pushing back against my hand.
“Touch yourself,” I ordered, my voice rough. “Play with your clit. I want you to come with my finger in your ass. When you do, then I’ll give you what you want. Because I know what you want, don’t I? I know what my woman needs, don’t I?”
“Yes, sir.” The words cracked as she moved to obey.
I could tell the moment she found her clit because a shudder went through her entire body. I set a brutal pace, each twist and thrust of my finger driving her toward a stronger, more explosive orgasm than she’d had before.
She screamed my name, and a surge of possessiveness went through me. That was what I’d wanted. Everyone to know that she was mine and mine alone. She belonged to me.
And I belonged to her.
I jerked upright, pulse in my throat, body covered with sweat. My cock was hard and aching, my hands clenched into fists. The arousal flooding me was unnerving because it wasn’t only made up of lust. There was more to it, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to take a closer look.