Firebird by Annabel Joseph Page B

downstairs to the kitchen to get a chair and bring it back to the room. He put it down just inside the door with a sharp crack, then crossed to the bureau. He opened the bottom drawer and drew out a black leather paddle. He dropped it on the chair, thrilling to the wide-eyed look on Prosper’s face. Then he reached for his right cuff, flicked his wrist, gave her the look , the look all submissives recognized. She bit her lip. He started rolling up the first sleeve with an exaggerated frown on his face.
    He watched her shift, playing her part beautifully. Her distress was gorgeous and, well, probably partly real. He reached for the other sleeve, unbuttoned the cuff, flipped the sleeve up to his elbow. For extra effect he flexed his forearms, then picked up the leather paddle from the chair and stood up to his full height.
    “Come here, Prosper. Now.”
    She took her time crossing to him. He noted as he seated himself in the wooden chair that her breath was already coming faster. He glared at her to heighten the fantasy, and she dropped her eyes like a naughty little girl.
    Never mind that she hadn’t been naughty. It didn’t really matter. He took her arm and pulled her closer none too gently, then draped her over his knee. She was shivery. The paddle did look forbidding, but he wouldn’t hurt her with it. Much. This was playtime, after all.
    He pulled her panties down to just above her knees. She tensed as he caressed her trembling bare cheeks. He gave her some warm-up smacks, and she pressed her face into the side of his leg. When her bottom was nice and pink, he spanked harder. Almost immediately she started to struggle.
    He made a warning sound and held her more firmly with his palm on the small of her back. More sharp spanks without any respite in between. Smack. Smack. Smack . The paddle made a spectacular sound even when he wasn’t using it full force. He still hurt her, because he knew she needed it. When she started to squirm, he focused her again.
    “Behave. None of this fidgeting around. This isn’t even a hard spanking.” Her indignant groan made him laugh. “Would you like me to hit you harder?” Her groan turned to a whine, and he pinched her inner thigh when she tried to grind against his leg. “Not yet. Soon.” He landed a few more blows, but his mind was headed elsewhere, watching her squirming ass over his lap. He reached between her legs and slipped his fingers down to her opening. She was hot and dripping wet.
    “Please!” she gasped.
    He dropped the paddle and pushed her onto her back on the floor. He took his pants down to his knees and fell on her. Her squeak of alarm reminded him he needed a condom. He crawled to the nightstand and ripped open the drawer, then returned to her.
    “Arms over your head.” His voice came out sounding more like a growl than human speech. He pulled her panties off, then slapped her thighs open. She spread them wide, watching with big eyes as he rolled the condom on. He put his arms around her and gathered her hot, paddled ass in his hands. She arched her pelvis against him, and he slid inside her all the way to the hilt. His blood hissed in his ears from the intense sensation of being enveloped by her.
    “My God, girl. The way you feel…”
    He fucked her, cradling her close. Since he made her keep her arms over her head, her back was arched and her breasts were thrust forward. He took full advantage, licking and biting her exposed nipples. She squirmed under him, and her hips snapped against his. They were both uncontrolled, caught up in a frenzy of sexual pleasure. Some part of him was afraid of hurting her, but another part of him was powerless to stop driving in her with all his strength. When he felt her walls contract, felt her quake against him, he kissed her hard and caught her gasps in his mouth. Those gasps were already ingrained in his psyche, deeply familiar to him. Like an animal, he reacted in kind. He clutched her and rocked against her, let