Impact (Suncoast Society #32)(10)



“Someone’s eager tonight, aren’t they?”

“Yes, Sir,” she mumbled against the mattress.

Achingly slow, Cris f*cked the butt plug into her ass, a little more with each thrust until the widest part of it was inside her and her body eagerly gobbled the rest of it, the flared base firmly wedged between her ass cheeks.

He wiped his hand off on the towel and then patted her ass. “There you go.”

She let out a moan, her need growing by the second, explosive. He wouldn’t need to use any of the French trigger phrases to make her come tonight. Her pump was primed and ready.

With Tilly facing his left side, he grabbed the back of her collar with his left hand, and stroked her ass with his right. “Quick spanking for my good girl, and then you’ll get the orgasms. Okay?”

“Yes, Sir.”

His right hand fell still and she held her breath, waiting, knowing damn well he was watching her breathing and would time the first strike during her inevitable inhale.

She did, and he did, making her gasp as he started spanking her, hard and fast, alternating ass cheeks as he did until she squirmed in his lap and struggled not to kick her legs. Some of the swats landed directly on the base of the butt plug, only adding to her torment and making her even hornier than the spanking.

When he finally stopped she lay there gasping for breath. She felt him reach for something, that something clearly identified when he pressed the head of the Hitachi between her legs and flipped it on to high.

Tilly’s back arched, toes curling as the first orgasm ripped through her.

“Good girl,” he cooed, chuckling. “Such a good girl. My good girl took her spanking, and now she gets her reward.”

All she could do was moan in reply as he held the vibrator pressed against her clit. He would do so until he was ready to let her go or she finally safeworded.

She wasn’t quite ready to give up just yet.

Apparently, he couldn’t last as long as she could tonight. She gasped for breath again a few minutes later as he pulled the vibrator away and turned it off. He eased himself out from under her and turned her so she lay over the edge of the bed, feet on the floor.

Stepping between her legs, he grabbed her wrists with one hand and fed his cock into her * with the other.

Their happy groans echoed when he bottomed out inside her. Unclipping her wrists, he braced himself against the bed and started to f*ck her, hard and fast.

“Dammit, Redbird, you’re so f*cking sexy when you’re coming like that.” Every thrust against her freshly spanked ass only kept the orgasms rolling through her, his body pressing against the base of the butt plug still inside her adding to the delight.

Tonight he didn’t last very long. Several more thrusts, and he was groaning, filling her, falling still on top of her with his lips trailing down her spine.

“You’re so beautiful, baby, and I love you so much.”

She lay with her eyes closed, finally catching her breath. “I love you, too, Master.”

Words she’d never dreamed she’d ever say again.

Words she’d never wanted to say to any other man but him.

And now she had Landry, too.

He helped her to her feet and held her under the shower as they cleaned up. A few minutes later, they were spooned together in bed and she already felt sleep taking her.

He nuzzled the back of her neck. “Sleep well, baby.”

“You, too, Master.”





Chapter Four


Wednesday morning, Tilly gave Cris all due credit. She’d expected him to make another comment about renting a car, but by the time they pulled up to his office, he hadn’t said a word about it.

Which left her feeling guilty for putting him through this aggravation.

Which in turn irritated the snot out of her for feeling that way. She wondered if he was not asking her about renting a car deliberately, knowing that she’d feel guilty.

I need serious help.

She had already swapped places with him and hit the Interstate—freeway, she corrected herself—when she realized Cris had, once again, left his personal cell phone in the car.

Dammit.

When she reached her office, she texted his work phone from his personal cell.

Guess what you left in the car again.

He immediately called her. “Sorry. Can you please watch it for me today? I get work calls on it. If anyone texts or calls me, give them my work phone number.”

“Will do.”

“Thanks, sweetheart. Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

Now she really felt guilty. Had she not been so stubborn about this in the first place, it’d be a non-issue.

Okay, so maybe when I pick him up, we’ll go rent a car. I can drive his and he can take the rental.

Tilly had finished with a lunch meeting and was driving back to her office when she heard Cris’ cell ring from where it lay in the passenger seat. He’d received about eight calls on it and over a dozen texts already, all work-related.

Dammit.

Part of her wondered if he left it on purpose, just to push the issue.

Fuck it. They’d rent a car. LA traffic wasn’t like Florida traffic.

And still, his phone rang. Technically, she shouldn’t answer the phone while driving. Unlike Florida, in California she couldn’t hold the device and talk on it while driving.

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