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Ian’s grin widened, and the glint in his eye was positively wicked now. “They earn themselves a spanking,” he whispered. “On their bare ass.”
Tessa gave a squeal of alarm as he swiftly flipped her over onto her belly and yanked the hem of her dress up above her waist, his big hand swatting her naked buttocks sharply several times in quick succession.
“Ow,” she protested, flinching in reaction. “That hurts, you big brute.”
His hand returned to her bare ass, but caressingly this time, soothing the red marks she guessed he had left on the tender flesh. And when his lips replaced his hand, her yelp of pain was replaced by a languorous sigh of pleasure.
“Mmm,” she purred as his lips traveled to the base of her spine. “Now, this feels very, very good.”
“And this,” he murmured, slipping his hand between her legs to where she was still wet and sticky from his orgasm, “feels even better. I want you again, Tessa. But this time, I’ll be the one directing the action, hmm? Now, get naked. And considering how little you’re wearing, that shouldn’t take you very long at all.”
She made a little sound of outrage as he smacked her on the bare ass once again, but moved to do his bidding quickly - stripping off her dress and slipping out of her shoes. Ian, meanwhile, was busy shedding his own clothes, and she watched with great interest as each article was tossed off carelessly - revealing every hard, splendidly muscled inch of his beautiful male body. By the time he was nude, and climbing onto the bed beside her, she was practically drooling with lust.
But as she reached out a hand to touch him, to pull him to her, he shook his head and took firm hold of her wrist.
“You’ve had your way far too much already this night, darling,” he chided. “It’s my turn now. And I’ve decided I want you on your hands and knees. Now.”
She was quick to comply, recognizing the dominant tone of his voice that she loved so much. As much as she enjoyed initiating their lovemaking at times, as much as she adored the occasions when they were equally as hungry for each other, what turned her on more than anything was when he took complete control of her. She had learned enough over the past year about her own sexuality to know this didn’t necessarily make her submissive, but she loved submitting to him all the same. Those were the times she felt the most desired, the sexiest, the most cherished and protected. And they were also the times when she was the most aroused, when she craved his touch more than ever.
Ian reclined on his side facing her as she assumed the position he’d instructed her to take. He ran his hands over her body slowly, taking his time to caress and kiss her, as though they had all the time in the world. He trailed a fingertip down the length of her spine, from nape to sacrum, and a tremble shook her body at even that light touch. His lips touched her nape, then moved to the side of her neck, before pressing a soft kiss on her flushed cheek. He threaded the silky strands of her hair through his fingers before tugging it hard enough for her head to tip back. His mouth claimed hers then, in a long, leisurely kiss meant to seduce, to tease and cajole, but mostly to drive her wild. Tessa groaned beneath that kiss, and began to rotate her hips in a slow circle, her body instinctively seeking its mate.
“Easy, love,” he soothed her, pressing a hand on her buttocks to still the motions of her lower body. “We’ll get there soon enough. Let me enjoy this, hmm? But more importantly, let me take care of you.”
And he proceeded to do just that - seducing her with almost maddening slowness, savoring each kiss and caress, smiling at each moan she made. He kept her on her hands and knees though he changed positions often, even sliding underneath her body to gain access to her breasts. He licked her nipples, cupped her heavy, aching breasts, rubbed her quivering belly. He ran his hand over the lean muscles of her calves, giving them a squeeze, before doing the same to her feet. There wasn’t an inch of her body he didn’t touch, and it felt as though he was marking her, reminding her that she belonged to him in every way.
But even though his caresses traveled from head to toe and everywhere in between, he avoided the one part of her body where she craved his touch desperately, where she was soaking wet and so needy for him that tears spilled from her eyes when he continued to delay his full possession.
She gasped as he slid his palm up between her thighs, drawing tantalizingly close to her pubis, but skirting away just before he could touch her there.
“You’re very, very wet, aren’t you, love?” he crooned in her ear, rising up on his knees now to kneel just behind her. “I can feel it running down the inside of your thighs. Do you need to come, Tessa?” He traced his tongue around her earlobe. “Do you need to be fucked?”
She was almost sobbing now, her body aching for release. “Yes, yes!” she cried out in a low, hoarse voice. “Please, Ian. Don’t make me wait any longer.”
“Is this what you need?” he breathed, inserting just the tip of his penis inside her tight, sopping wet pussy.
Tessa whimpered, desperate for him to posses her fully, and pushed back in an attempt to take more of him inside her. “Yes,” she pleaded. “But more. All of it. Give me your cock, Ian. Fuck me harder than you ever have before.”
He growled in her ear, pressing his chest against her back. “You might regret asking me that, love. But since I can never deny you anything, your wish is my command.”
She screamed at the first hard, almost brutal thrust of his penis, feared at first that he would rip her in two despite how wet she was, how ready for him. He took her savagely, fucking her with the sort of deep, rapid strokes that threatened to take her over the edge all too quickly. Her legs grew wobbly from the ferocity of his possession, giving out from under her without warning. She collapsed face first onto the mattress, her arms too weak to hold her up, but this change in position didn’t slow Ian down for a second. His body kept hers pinned to the mattress as he took her hands in his and spread her arms out into a T, his hips still pistoning into her with unending force.
She was close, so close, had in fact been teetering on the edge of orgasm since they’d entered this room, but Ian had seemed intent on prolonging the anticipation, keeping her on the brink for as long as possible. But when he turned his head to press a kiss to her cheek, he noticed the wetness of the tears that tracked down her face and tenderly licked them up.
Tessa gave a squeal of alarm as he swiftly flipped her over onto her belly and yanked the hem of her dress up above her waist, his big hand swatting her naked buttocks sharply several times in quick succession.
“Ow,” she protested, flinching in reaction. “That hurts, you big brute.”
His hand returned to her bare ass, but caressingly this time, soothing the red marks she guessed he had left on the tender flesh. And when his lips replaced his hand, her yelp of pain was replaced by a languorous sigh of pleasure.
“Mmm,” she purred as his lips traveled to the base of her spine. “Now, this feels very, very good.”
“And this,” he murmured, slipping his hand between her legs to where she was still wet and sticky from his orgasm, “feels even better. I want you again, Tessa. But this time, I’ll be the one directing the action, hmm? Now, get naked. And considering how little you’re wearing, that shouldn’t take you very long at all.”
She made a little sound of outrage as he smacked her on the bare ass once again, but moved to do his bidding quickly - stripping off her dress and slipping out of her shoes. Ian, meanwhile, was busy shedding his own clothes, and she watched with great interest as each article was tossed off carelessly - revealing every hard, splendidly muscled inch of his beautiful male body. By the time he was nude, and climbing onto the bed beside her, she was practically drooling with lust.
But as she reached out a hand to touch him, to pull him to her, he shook his head and took firm hold of her wrist.
“You’ve had your way far too much already this night, darling,” he chided. “It’s my turn now. And I’ve decided I want you on your hands and knees. Now.”
She was quick to comply, recognizing the dominant tone of his voice that she loved so much. As much as she enjoyed initiating their lovemaking at times, as much as she adored the occasions when they were equally as hungry for each other, what turned her on more than anything was when he took complete control of her. She had learned enough over the past year about her own sexuality to know this didn’t necessarily make her submissive, but she loved submitting to him all the same. Those were the times she felt the most desired, the sexiest, the most cherished and protected. And they were also the times when she was the most aroused, when she craved his touch more than ever.
Ian reclined on his side facing her as she assumed the position he’d instructed her to take. He ran his hands over her body slowly, taking his time to caress and kiss her, as though they had all the time in the world. He trailed a fingertip down the length of her spine, from nape to sacrum, and a tremble shook her body at even that light touch. His lips touched her nape, then moved to the side of her neck, before pressing a soft kiss on her flushed cheek. He threaded the silky strands of her hair through his fingers before tugging it hard enough for her head to tip back. His mouth claimed hers then, in a long, leisurely kiss meant to seduce, to tease and cajole, but mostly to drive her wild. Tessa groaned beneath that kiss, and began to rotate her hips in a slow circle, her body instinctively seeking its mate.
“Easy, love,” he soothed her, pressing a hand on her buttocks to still the motions of her lower body. “We’ll get there soon enough. Let me enjoy this, hmm? But more importantly, let me take care of you.”
And he proceeded to do just that - seducing her with almost maddening slowness, savoring each kiss and caress, smiling at each moan she made. He kept her on her hands and knees though he changed positions often, even sliding underneath her body to gain access to her breasts. He licked her nipples, cupped her heavy, aching breasts, rubbed her quivering belly. He ran his hand over the lean muscles of her calves, giving them a squeeze, before doing the same to her feet. There wasn’t an inch of her body he didn’t touch, and it felt as though he was marking her, reminding her that she belonged to him in every way.
But even though his caresses traveled from head to toe and everywhere in between, he avoided the one part of her body where she craved his touch desperately, where she was soaking wet and so needy for him that tears spilled from her eyes when he continued to delay his full possession.
She gasped as he slid his palm up between her thighs, drawing tantalizingly close to her pubis, but skirting away just before he could touch her there.
“You’re very, very wet, aren’t you, love?” he crooned in her ear, rising up on his knees now to kneel just behind her. “I can feel it running down the inside of your thighs. Do you need to come, Tessa?” He traced his tongue around her earlobe. “Do you need to be fucked?”
She was almost sobbing now, her body aching for release. “Yes, yes!” she cried out in a low, hoarse voice. “Please, Ian. Don’t make me wait any longer.”
“Is this what you need?” he breathed, inserting just the tip of his penis inside her tight, sopping wet pussy.
Tessa whimpered, desperate for him to posses her fully, and pushed back in an attempt to take more of him inside her. “Yes,” she pleaded. “But more. All of it. Give me your cock, Ian. Fuck me harder than you ever have before.”
He growled in her ear, pressing his chest against her back. “You might regret asking me that, love. But since I can never deny you anything, your wish is my command.”
She screamed at the first hard, almost brutal thrust of his penis, feared at first that he would rip her in two despite how wet she was, how ready for him. He took her savagely, fucking her with the sort of deep, rapid strokes that threatened to take her over the edge all too quickly. Her legs grew wobbly from the ferocity of his possession, giving out from under her without warning. She collapsed face first onto the mattress, her arms too weak to hold her up, but this change in position didn’t slow Ian down for a second. His body kept hers pinned to the mattress as he took her hands in his and spread her arms out into a T, his hips still pistoning into her with unending force.
She was close, so close, had in fact been teetering on the edge of orgasm since they’d entered this room, but Ian had seemed intent on prolonging the anticipation, keeping her on the brink for as long as possible. But when he turned his head to press a kiss to her cheek, he noticed the wetness of the tears that tracked down her face and tenderly licked them up.
