Free Safe in His Arms by Renee Rose Page B

between her legs, and murmured in her ear. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten that paddling.”
    Another spasm flitted through her pussy, even as her mind rebelled. Her butt was on fire, and the pain went deeper than the surface, so she was sure Zac’s promise she wouldn’t sit comfortably would come true. She absolutely did not want—could not take—an additional paddling.
    She reached her hand down, slipping her hand in his unbuttoned pants. “Does this mean I’m getting lucky?”
    He cracked a grin, the first she’d seen since he arrived, transforming his face from the blank but intense mask to a boyish mug. “Didn’t you already?” he asked, but he was reaching in his pocket, pulling out a condom.
    She wanted to suck his cock, to return the favor for the pleasure he’d given her, but she didn’t know the rules of the game. Was she supposed to ask permission? “Wait,” she said when he ripped open the foil package. He paused, the blank mask returning to his face. “I want to…I mean, may I…uh,” she tightened her grip on his cock and gave him a push. The smile returned as he allowed her to roll him onto his back and free his hardened cock from his boxer briefs, watching with glittering eyes. She crawled over him, but he grabbed her waist and pulled her to the side, so she was perpendicular to his body. He slapped her ass, demonstrating the reason for the position. “I need to be able to punish you if require correction,” he said silkily and she felt a dribble of moisture leak from her pussy.
    He ran his hand over her blistered backside, reminding her of his dominance as she circled the rim of his cock with her tongue, and his hand squeezed when she took one long, slow lick from balls to tip. She was not so very experienced with giving head; in fact, her earliest attempts back in college had required a great deal of liquor, but she read a lot of smut, and her desire to please him made her eager. She took him into her mouth as far as she could without gagging, then positioned the head of his penis in the pocket of her cheek and slid up and down his length in that placement. She tasted the salt of a bit of pre-cum and was fascinated to discover how, when mixed with her saliva, it turned into a viscous lubricant, speeding her lips up and down along his straining cock.
    “Slow down,” he commanded, smacking her sore ass.
    She whimpered and obeyed, slowing her strokes, then pulling off to lick around the rim again. His fingers slid into her swollen slit and in her enthusiasm, she began to pump her mouth over him rapidly. He slapped her ass again and let his finger wander to her tight asshole. She listed away from him, embarrassed, and he smacked her ass again.
    “Lie down, Becca,” he commanded. “On your belly.”
    She pulled off his cock and sucked in her breath, wondering if he was going to fuck her ass. She had never had anal sex before, and the idea made her nervous. He kneaded her punished cheeks, then parted them. She buried her face in the comforter. He pushed at her tight entrance with his thumb.
    “I bought you a butt plug, Becca,” he said softly. “And a special paddle.”
    Her heart hammered in her chest, excitement and fear pumping in equal measures. She heard the sound of the condom and then his cock slipped into her dripping pussy.
    “We’ll save them for later,” he murmured.
    Relieved, she arched her back, moving back to meet him. He fit his body over hers, his front to her back, his hands holding her shoulders from the front for leverage. He pressed firmly against her sore bottom, reminding her with each thrust of his punishment and her submission, making her wetter than she’d ever been before. He pounded into her roughly and she reveled in it, spreading her legs and lifting her ass, letting him drive. She heard his breath start to catch and she encouraged, “Yes, Zac!”
    He pinched one of her nipples hard when he came, sending her into another powerful orgasm.
    She caught