Indecent...Desires by Jane O'Reilly Page B

like to be watched,’ I say.
    He opens his mouth, as if to speak, but stops himself at the last minute.
    â€˜Dirty boy,’ I say. ‘Letting people see you behaving like this.’ And then I do something I can’t believe I’m doing. I pick up my hairbrush from the table at the side of the bed. I test its weight in my hand, and then I spank him firmly on the arse with it.
    His whole body jerks, and he bites down on his bottom lip. His pleasure is almost palpable, full of joy, and it turns me on more than I can even begin to describe. I spank him again, on the other arse cheek, adding a matching pink glow to that side. God, this is wrong. I know it is. It isn’t about punishment, not really. I’m spanking him simply because I like it. And because he likes it.
    He is mine to control, to do with what I will, and that realisation humbles me. He is trusting me with something very precious, this beautiful man. That is why, when I hear his first mumbled ‘I need to come,’ I set down the brush.
    â€˜I told you to be quiet,’ I remind him, as I kneel on the bed, my back to him. ‘Now come here, and fuck me.’
    I place my hands on the mattress, angling my hips up. Strong hands find my backside, grip it firmly, then I feel the thick head of his cock nudging my slit. ‘You are to fuck me until I come,’ I tell him. ‘You are to stay quiet, and you are not to come.’
    He settles himself in closer behind me, giving me another inch of his thick length. I’m so wet that I can feel moisture making its way down my thighs. ‘You may begin,’ I instruct him. And begin he does. ‘Harder.’
    He thrusts more, deeper, but I sense that he is still holding back, and I can’t have that. ‘Harder,’ I say again. And this time, he obeys me, fucking into me with a fierce desperation that makes me scream. Still, he stays silent, as I give in to the rising urge in my body and cry out every surge of pleasure, as he fucks me so deep and so hard that I am not sure where I end and he begins. And then, unbidden, he wraps a hand around my waist and reaches between my legs and caresses my aching, sensitive clit, and I would berate him for it but he does it with such exquisite tenderness that I am quite undone.
    He is caring for me,
I think to myself.
He loves me.
It seems unthinkable, but I know it to be true. I know it without question, that when he holds himself back like this, he is thanking me for making him. ‘I’m coming,’ I say. ‘Fuck, Lucas. I’m coming.’
    â€˜I know, darling. I know.’
    And as the wave hits me, I remember one thing. ‘You can come, Lucas.’ And then I am lost, drowned in the depths of the fierce bond between us, as I feel him spurt hot and thick inside me, filling my pussy with his lovely thick semen, fulfilling my most indecent desire. ‘You’re not wearing a condom,’ I whisper, as he rests his head on my back, his fingers tangling with mine.
    â€˜I forgot,’ he says lazily. ‘Give me half an hour, and I might forget again.’
    â€˜I’ll have to punish you,’ I warn him.
    â€˜Yes,’ he says. ‘I think that you will.’

Epilogue
    â€˜Lucas!’ I yell, as I pull on my trousers. ‘Where the hell is my hairbrush?’ I’m going to be late for work again, I know I am. That makes the third time in as many weeks. Keep this up, and it’s going to become a habit. Not that anyone at work seems to mind. They’ve all become very protective of me, constantly asking me if I need to sit down, or if I want another biscuit.
    â€˜Where did you have it last?’ comes the yell from the kitchen, shortly followed by ‘Found it!’
    â€˜Found it where?’ I yell back, as I fasten my trousers and attempt to squash myself into a blouse that doesn’t really fit. I give up, toss it onto the bed and pull on one of Lucas’s shirts