Free Wicked Game by Mercy Celeste

his legs, he lifted her gown to bare her bottom. “Last chance.” He stifled the moan that clogged his throat. The white lace panties she wore hugged her ass cheeks, leaving the lower globes bare and almost begging him to touch.
    “No.” Her words were faint, whispered, almost as if she wanted him to … She yelped when he swatted her left cheek. Not hard, just enough to sting his palm.
    “Say, ‘I’m sorry, Mr. Dalton.’”
    “No,” she whimpered against his leg when he swatted her right cheek.
    “I’m sorry, Mr. Dalton.” He didn’t wait for her to answer before bringing his hand down on her smooth ass cheeks again, and then a second time. As he watched, a faint damp spot began to show. A third time, and if he wasn’t sure of it, her whispered use of his name convinced him even further. Cassandra Pendleton was turned on.
    “Does this turn you on, Miss Pendleton?” He smacked her again, first one cheek, then the other, ending each with a caress.
    “No,” she gasped after the second slap, the damp spot growing darker with each contact.
    “Then why are you wet down here?”
    “Jaime, please,” Cass almost moaned when he laid his hand across her legs just below her crotch.
    “Please, Jaime, what? More? Do you want more, Pepper?”
    She shook her head, her long hair swishing the floor. He touched her, just lightly, in the center of the damp spot, and she grew very still, her breathing became shallow.
    “Do you want to be touched here?” He stroked the cloth lightly. She was hot and oh so wet; he almost moaned with her.
    “No.” But she didn’t sound very convincing. “Please, Jaime.”
    “Please, Jaime, what? Tell me what you want, Pepper.”
    “More,” she whimpered, he could hear the self-loathing in her voice. Cassandra Pendleton wanted him to touch her, in that way. “Oh God.”
    “Okay.” He lifted the small strip of sodden fabric and with great difficulty, wiggled it down her legs until she lay bare-assed across his legs, her damp flesh begging him to touch and to taste and to take. He controlled the last urge and slid an exploratory finger along the moist lips. Her groan was all the invitation he needed to go deeper.
    She called his name, her voice a pleading whisper. She wanted more. He was on the verge of losing control.
    Instead of going deeper, instead of leaning over just that small fraction it would take to know what she tasted like, he lowered her to the floor, steadying her on her knees. She whimpered, squeezing her legs together.
    “Spread your legs, Pepper.” He didn’t really expect her to do as he said, but to his surprise, she did. He leaned back in the chair, in stunned disbelief. “Pull your shoulders back and lift your head up, show me your tits.”
    Her lips pulled into a thin line, noting her displeasure at the request, but just when Jaime decided he’d imagined her acquiescence, she did as he ordered. Amazing.
    Pepper liked it kinky. His cock throbbed at the knowledge. Christ, Cassandra Pendleton was trussed up like a Christmas goose on his kitchen floor. He was going straight to hell. He just knew it.
    “You have beautiful breasts, Pepper,” he felt obligated to tell her. “Nice and round, just enough to fit in my hands.”
    He knelt before her as he spoke, and tilted her chin up with his finger. Her lips were soft when he brushed his thumbs across them, easing her mouth open. “I love your hair. I’ve always wanted to know what it felt like.” He pulled the elastic band out and let her hair fall over the blindfold. “Beautiful.”
    “I’m going to touch you now. Lean back for me, touch the floor with your fingers.” She did, bending her back until her breasts jutted high and proud against her chest. Her mouth fell slack when he cupped her, small whimpering sounds escaped with each light flick of his thumbs across her painfully hard nipples.
    “Pepper, this is so, oh God, this is…” He couldn’t help himself, he tugged her gown up and over her head,