Free Mr. Smith's Whip by Brynn Paulin Page B

sexiest librarian to ever fulfill a man’s fantasy. Her slim lines moved fluidly over him as she was forced by her binding to move her body up and down to accommodate him.
    “Fuck,” he grated as her teeth lightly abraded the underside of his cock.
    Enough. He needed in her. And he needed in her here. He was well aware of the other Doms watching as his sweet Livvy performed. Now they could see her beautiful orgasm.
    “Enough,” he repeated aloud.
    When she didn’t immediately respond, he gently tugged at the chain running between her neck and breasts. She hissed and looked up at him, her expression cloudy with the space she’d entered in her head. She was so fully immersed in pleasure, she was barely with him, except for the sensations—a wild thing bent on as much carnal fulfillment as she could get.
    Her parted lips were shiny as she gazed up at him with those unfocused eyes. A light flush stained her upper chest, and her breasts appeared swollen with her arousal as she breathed heavily.
    He helped her rise. She moaned as he pushed up her skirt to reveal her bare pussy.
    Gently, he ran his thumb over her slit, feeling the moisture seeping from within. She trembled and moved her legs farther apart.
    “Do you want me?” he asked despite the truth. He wanted her to say it. Along with trust, he wanted his submissives to speak their needs during sex.
    “Yes,” she moaned, her hips canting forward as he slipped a finger into her cunt. Her slick passage tried to clamp around him as he pushed to her center. If he didn’t get balls deep in her soon, he’d explode. His thumb flicked over her clit and she hissed. “Yes…yes, Mr. Smith.” He bit back a grin. He loved it when she called him that. Her job required her to address him as ‘Mr. Smith’ and every time she did, he’d remember her like this, in the throes of passion.
    Reaching an arm behind her, he brought her forward to straddle him. She leaned against his right shoulder while he grasped her upper arm to support her. His other hand splayed over her ass. Sliding it down, he caught his cock and guided it to her pussy. A low groan rasped from him as her heat enveloped his tip.
    “Take me,” he ordered.
    With a low cry, she sank onto his girth, her channel stretching to accommodate him. The fiery passage squeezed him as her muscles contracted. She whimpered as her body adjusted, but he didn’t give her time to fully stretch.
    “Fuck me. Now,” he ordered. His hips jerked and he dug his fingers into one well-spanked buttock, knowing she’d feel the burn and it would stoke her fervor. Livvy instantly complied. Her breathing was heavy against his neck, each exhale accompanied by a tiny frenzied cry as she lifted over him, following his command. Over her shoulder, he saw her fingers clenching against her back as she worked her body over his. She was his—his captive, his submissive, his own personal sex slave, his mate…
    Though it was difficult, he kept his hips as still as possible, making her give him pleasure and show her desire to please him. Her cries were growing in pitch, and he knew she was growing closer and closer to her orgasm. Each pistoning movement was accompanied by steadily stronger quivers of her cunt. Her body sucked at him, pulling, dragging him closer to their fulfillment.
    “Take it,” he murmured to her. “Take my cum. Milk me and take it. Fuck me, slave. Fuck me hard, and show me what you want.”
    “Mr. Smith,” she yowled into his neck. Her perspiration dampened his skin as she convulsed. Her body jerked as it clenched around him and she rocketed into her release.
    Reaching down with both hands, he grabbed her hips and forced them up and down as her orgasm froze her. She gasped, her breaths catching with each inhalation. In a moment, her forceful plunges resumed though he could feel her reaction still rolling through her.
    “Please,” she begged against him.
    If she wanted him to stop, it wasn’t happening. His hand clapped