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WAVERLY

N either Keene nor I had an actual whip, but we tried to make do with the softest belt he could dig out of his closet.

From there, I went first. He stretched out naked on his bed, stomach-down with his pillow tucked under his armpits, chin propped in his hands.

“Okay, give ’er a whirl,” he instructed, glancing over his shoulder at me to let me know he was ready.

Suddenly hesitant and shy, I cringed. “Are you sure about this?”

“I’m sure I’m ready to try it,” he swore. “I’ll let you know after the first whack if I’m sure whether I like it or not. Now, spank me, baby. I’ve been a bad, bad boy.”

I laughed, unable to help myself, before I shook my head and murmured, “Okay.”

Here went nothing.

Holding my breath, I wound my arm back and flicked the belt forward, catching him right on the ass, and making the globes momentarily jiggle.

On the bed, Keene laughed.

I rolled my eyes. “You’re not supposed to laugh .”

“Sorry, sorry.” He lifted his hands in apology. “I just—I don’t know. Sorry. Go ahead. Go again.”

I shook my head and swatted him again, putting a little more pressure into it this time so it didn’t tickle.

But he snorted and buried his face in the pillow, trying very unsuccessfully to muffle his howls of amusement.

Dropping my hands to my sides, I muttered, “Seriously?”

“I’m sorry. Sorry ,” he gushed, lifting his hands.

“I was just remembering this time my Gram found me with a jar of peanut butter, slathering the dog’s head with it.

I swear, she swatted me ten times with Pop-Pop’s belt, and I just laughed the entire way through with tears streaming down my face because the dog looked so ridiculous. ”

I slumped. “This isn’t going to work.”

“No, no,” Keene assured me, sitting up to face me. “It will. I got it now. This is serious. This is sexy. The next time, I swear, I’m going to feel it straight through my dick, and I’m going to get all hard and shit and start begging you for more. So go ahead. Hit me again.”

As he stretched back onto his stomach, I shook my head, ready to give up. But Keene had steeled himself, determined to try it one more time. I shrugged and whipped him again, still going gentle enough that I probably wouldn’t even hurt a fly with the force I used.

And miracle of all miracles happened; he didn’t laugh.

“Yes, Mistress,” he said. “Do it again.”

But I couldn’t. Instead, I cracked up, dropping the belt to my side and laughing loudly until I snorted.

Keene rolled onto his side to grin up at me. “See. It’s fucking funny, isn’t it?”

I collapsed onto the mattress with him, holding my stomach until the giggling subsided.

“I don’t think I get any sexual enjoyment out of whipping you,” I finally admitted.

“That’s okay.” He smiled as if he adored me and tucked me flush against his side before gently kissing my temple. “Maybe you’d like being whipped better.”

I shrugged. “Since you tried it, I guess I will too.”

“That’s my girl,” he cooed in delight and slipped the belt from my hand before crawling off the bed to stand above me.

I good-naturedly rolled onto my stomach, displaying my bare back to him as I tucked the pillow under my chin and propped my upper half up the same way he had.

When I started to swing my feet in the air as I waited for him to hype himself into action, he caught my ankle. “Don’t do that,” he warned. “It’s too fucking adorable. I’ll feel like I’m whipping a kitten.”

I cracked a smile but smothered it from my face by the time I glanced back over my shoulder at him to say, “Sorry.”

Not paying any attention to my face, he tilted his head as he studied my bottom. “Well, I gotta admit, the view is definitely giving me some sexual enjoyment.”

I grinned as he met my gaze and lifted a finger. “Just let me relish the scenery a moment longer. Your ass is amazing.”

“Take your time,” I murmured, and he continued to stare into my eyes, not glancing at my body for another beat before his attention finally drifted on.

Sucking in a disappointed breath, he shook his head.

“This area right here—mmm, it’s perfection.

I really hate to mark it with a bright red belt welt. ”

“You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to,” I said.

But he shook his head. “No. Nope. You’re curious about whipping, so we’re going to see it through; figure out if it’s for us or not.”

I sighed. “Alright then. Whenever you’re ready.”

He drew out a breath and shook his head. “Here goes,” he announced and barely dropped the belt across my backside. The limp landing of the leather against my bare skin made me snort with the need to laugh as well, but I managed to keep it in.

When Keene paused and asked, “Anything?” I lifted one shoulder.

“Meh.”

“Huh,” he answered, sounding similarly uninspired. “Maybe I need to do it a little harder.”

“But not too hard,” I warned.

With a wink, he said, “Trust me.”

And he slapped the shit out of my ass, making me jump and cry, “Oww.”

“Fuck! Oh, damn. Sorry,” he gushed, immediately dropping the belt and crawling onto the bed with me. “I’m sorry, darlin’. I didn’t mean to do it that hard. Fuck. You have a red mark too. No…”

He smoothed his hand over the stinging spot and immediately kissed it. “Better?” he asked sympathetically as he rubbed my butt some more.

“Yes,” I said, turning my face aside to look up into his eyes. “ This part, I like.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, his eyes filling with heat as the stroking of his hand covered a broader area, smoothing up my spine before coming back down and over my bottom and between my legs.

When I groaned in approval and arched my ass up into his touch, closing my eyes in pleasure, he chuckled softly.

“I’m going to say we are not belt people.”

“Amen,” I murmured languidly as I opened my thighs a little to let him play more. When I grew wet against his touch, he groaned and slid my juices up to my clit. I sobbed out a sound of need and gripped handfuls of the sheets around me. “Keene.”

“I want you,” he admitted, his voice growing raspy with pleasure. “Do you want me?”

I bobbed my head, already wishing he was inside me. “Yes.”

He reached for the top drawer of his desk to get a condom. As he fitted it on, I stretched on the bed, sensually spreading my thighs wider, hoping to keep his attention. And he groaned when I did.

“God, you look so good.” His hand returned to me, and he gripped my hips, lifting me slightly. “I have no idea what I did right to deserve the honor of dipping between these two cheeks, but fucking hell, I’m gonna thank my lucky stars for it.”

“Keene,” I moaned, lifting my ass to him. “Shut up and fuck me.”

He chuckled and ran his hand along my vertebrae. “Yes, Mistress.”

The head of his cock prodded my entrance, finding me wet and inviting.

With a hungry sound, he began to push inside, and I gasped at the filling sensation that followed. He felt larger from this angle, and he seemed to know he had to go slower. But the leisurely pace was also frustrating as hell, especially when he felt so damn good.

Gripping the pillow that I pressed my cheek to, I ground back against him, taking even more, and he choked out his surprise, grunting, “Damn, woman. I’m trying to take it easy here. You feel tight as fuck right now.”

“You’ve been gentle enough,” I assured. My muscles had already adjusted to the stretch of his invasion, and now they wanted him to get rough. So I demanded, “Now, I want it harder.”

And my man delivered.

He shoved into me with the next thrust, hard enough to make me cry, “Yes, yes…”

I started to pant.

“Waves,” he gasped breathlessly, his fingers biting into my hips as he slammed into me over and over again until?—

He pulled all the way out so suddenly I moaned, “No…”

I was so close.

But Keene flipped me over onto my back so he could shake his head and explain, “I swear to God, I love your ass. But I was missing these eyes.” Cupping my face, he looked deep into my soul and whispered, “I need your eyes right now.”

My lips parted as he entered me again. I arched my back, undulating my body to take more, but Keene kept a firm grip on my jaw, holding my head in place so we could keep eye contact as he pushed deep and swiveled his hips to swirl inside me.

I tried to keep looking back at him, but I groaned, so close to the edge I had to clench my lashes shut from the extreme pressure of being right there.

“Christ, you really do like this,” he seemed to realize. The awe and wonder in his voice had me slitting my eyes open just enough to see his begin to roll into the back of his head. “Fuck,” he muttered. “I’m gonna come.”

Finished messing around, he began to pound, and I was there for it. My uterus contracted, and I started to squeeze around him, crying out with the force of my release.

Keene cursed and pressed his brow to mine, his mouth opening in shock as he poured into me.

We strained against each other as wave after wave passed over us.

And just when I thought it was going to die down, I shifted my legs wider and pressed tighter around his body, only for another massive ripple of pleasure to heave over me.

Keene seemed similarly caught in the endless orgasm until he uttered, “Holy shit,” and collapsed, completely spent on top of me. He panted a few seconds before easing up enough to take some of the weight off and slide to the side until he was only half on top of me.

“How the hell do you always make it last so long?” he asked, unable to stop touching me and running his hand up my arm.

With a smile, I kissed his cheek. “Like I said, I really like being with you.”

He met my gaze, looking drugged and spent, but he offered me a tired grin and announced, “Magic woman.”

I scoffed but did like the praise.

Tucking a piece of my long bangs behind my ear, he sent me an affectionate smile before kissing the tip of my nose. “Be right back. Gonna get rid of this thing real quick.”

“Okay.” I waited until he was gone before I released a thankful breath and grinned up at the ceiling, so very glad I’d been wrong about everything that had been freaking me out.

I sat up and cleaned myself with a tissue from his box on his desk.

I had my panties and his shirt on by the time he returned.

“Oh man.” He sounded disappointed as he slowed to a stop in the doorway, shutting the door as he stepped inside. “It’s clothes time again, huh? I already miss the naked portion of the evening.”

And he picked up his boxer briefs from the floor to slide them on.

“You can stay naked,” I offered, eyeing his perfect body as he moved.

He sent me an arched eyebrow before murmuring, “Nope. I’m going to make you work for it and charm me back out of them again later.”

I smiled, ready for that challenge, until he climbed back onto the mattress with me and pulled me into his arms so close and tight, it reminded me of when I’d first come in.

“You never told me what your bad day was about,” I realized with a start.

He tensed slightly. “Shit. Right. I forgot about that.”