Little Black Book

I bit into my bottom lip to contain the sounds that rushed from the back of my throat. Again, he moved the leather against me, pressing it against my sensitive nub and bringing me close to orgasm.

“It’s okay, baby. You’ve earned it. Feel it. It feels good, doesn’t it?”

I nodded my answer.

“Please don’t stop,” the words leapt from my lips.

He stopped, and I looked back to see him pull the belt away from my body, It was glazed with my wetness and he licked it and moaned his approval before tossing his belt to the floor.

Turning away from me, he went back to the couch and took his seat again.

“You may continue,” he said, as if he hadn’t just spanked me with a belt.

I started toward him, but he held up his hand to stop me. “Keep touching yourself.”

Again, I reached down and rubbed. It didn’t take much and I could already feel myself rapidly approaching my release. And then it hit me like a ton of cement—hard and slow, it washed over me.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me,” he said through my orgasmic wave.

“Oh God,” I shouted as hot liquid poured from my body. I felt the rush of it spill over my folds and down my thigh.

My legs shook beneath me, and I felt as if I was going to crumble to the floor in a hot, shaking mess. Once I rode the wave, I let my hands fall from my body. Breathing erratically, I was able to open my eyes again.

“Now come here.”

He reached out for my hand. Bringing it to his mouth, he sucked my slick middle finger into his mouth. His tongue swirled around my fingertip sending a sharp sensation down my arm and in between my legs.

“You taste so sweet,” he said, pulling my finger from his mouth with a pop.

I didn’t know what the next step was. There I was standing there in front of him, juices flowing down my legs.

“Take your dress off.” His heated stare turning even hotter. “I want to see your body.”

Taking a deep breath, I reached down, grabbed the bottom of my dress, and lifted it. Cool air brushed my thighs, and then my stomach. My nipples tightening inside my bra, I tossed my dress to the floor.

My fingertips brushed across my lace panties, but before I could touch myself he stopped me again.

“I want those panties. Take them off and give them to me.”

Hooking my thumbs into the top of my panties, I peeled them down. My eyes locked on his hard member, standing tall, begging for attention.

The warm moisture between my folds felt cool when the air touched it. I lifted my leg and pulled the lace from my foot. Trying to not be my usual awkward self, I held them out on one hooked finger.

He took the panties and held them to his nose, sniffing deeply.

“You smell amazing,” he rasped. “They’re fucking soaked, too. Open your legs some and let me see how wet you are.”

I widened my stance.

“No. I still can’t see. Stick two fingers inside and show me.”

Doing as he asked, I dipped my middle finger and ring finger in deep, and moaned at the aching sensation.

Removing my fingers, I moved closer to where he sat on the couch. My panties draped across his shoulder.

This time, he took my drenched fingers and brought them down to his cock, using them to spread my juices around his glistening tip. He took his time, grinding his length, hard into my palm. His eyes locked on mine the entire time.

He brought my hand up to his face and licked between my fingers before letting go. When he pulled back, he grinned up at me.

“You’re incredibly sexy,” he said.

I was standing there in front of him in only my bra. My body was flushed, and still humming with satisfaction, but the ache deep inside of me needed to be rubbed.

“Sebastian…” I started.

“What is it, sweetheart? Anything you want, it’s yours.”

Without invitation, I moved forward and straddled his lap. When my wet sex rubbed against his hardness, his abs tightened and the muscles in his jaw popped.

“I want you.” My words were deep and raspy.

“I’m all yours,” he said, reaching up and pushing my hair over my shoulders.

My fingers went to work unbuttoning his shirt, as he reached over and drained the liquid in his glass.

Pushing the fabric to the side, I was met with bronzed, smooth skin and chiseled muscle. My fingers explored the dips and creases of his torso, and his muscles came alive beneath my fingertips.

Leaning over, I pressed my lips to his shoulder and kissed him from shoulder to chest. His hand moved to the back of my head, sweetly playing with the hair there. His salty flavor rushed across my tongue when I began to lick his nipple.