Free Copper by Vanessa Devereaux Page A

because there was a loose floorboard that cried out when he was two feet away.
    He ran his hands over my ass cheeks, kissing each one before he slapped the right one and then the left. The left one, the right one again, and then did his usual inspection, pushing my legs apart to see if his spanking had excited me. Seeing my juices slid from my channel thrilled him. It did, in fact, excite other clients too so I had practiced making my pussy cream even when the men did not thrill me.
    Sir Michael swiped his finger across my folds, and using the riding crop, hit the middle of my two cheeks. He examined me again, running his gloved fingers from my pussy to my anus.
    He hit me two more times and then kissed the middle of my back, which always meant he was satisfied with the state of my arousal. Apart from the first day when we had met, he had never spoken to me during our sessions. Over the year, I had gotten to know what he wanted and needed by his movements and touch.
    I stood and turned around, lifting both my arms out to the sides and away from my body. He played with my nipples, pulling them, squeezing them between his index finger and thumb. They turned hard within seconds. He slapped my left thigh, signaling he wanted my legs farther apart. I moved my right foot away from the left one, and felt the riding crop go between my legs, quickly finding my clit. He rolled it back and forth, biting into the nub until I groaned. Not a make believe groan that many of my clients do not mind me producing for them, but this was always the real thing, because Sir Michael knew how to excite me with the crop.
    I steadied myself. The blood rushed to my pussy, and I enjoyed every second of the moment. He tapped my belly. Another signal that told me he was ready for the main event.
    I sat on the bed, worked my body upward and put my hands out to check if I was placed correctly. The bedposts were within touching distance, and I knew I did not have to move another inch.
    Sir Michael took each silk tie and secured it around my wrists, attaching them to the posts. Next he tied my ankles to the bottom ones, and soon I was spread wide open for him.
    The mattress dipped by my legs, which always told me he had climbed upon it, and within seconds, the tip of his cock would be nudging at my entrance.
    That day he did not hesitate for a second. He plunged straight into me. I was not sure if I was as relaxed as I usually was or just overly tense throughout my whole body, but for some strange reason, he felt bigger, longer, and for the first time since I had been with him, I could tell he was unsheathed.
    His thrusts were also more urgent, heavier, and his breathing more pronounced. I bucked against his body, feeling a stirring in my pussy that I did not usually get with Sir Michael.
    “Oh god,” I accidentally murmured as the pleasure traveled up and down my legs. He increased his tempo, grunting almost, setting up fiction that sent me on the point of no return. I had to find my release.
    I lifted my hips, meeting his body. Loud slapping noises and his grunts echoed around the room. My head spun as he took me closer and closer to my climax.
    “More, fuck me more.” Those words tumbled over my lips before I could sensor myself, and I knew I was in danger of losing Sir Michael as a client. He had always insisted on complete silence.
    I stiffened my legs, pushed upward and found the release I was so longing for.
    It was, in fact, beautiful. The best climax of my life. I relaxed while taking it all in and enjoying the after-glow as Sir Michael’s thrusts grew harder and deeper, and it was at that point I realized the man fucking me was not him.
    Who was this man?
    He quickly found his own release. The warmth spread throughout my pussy. He got off the bed, and as always, untied my hands. I always kept them up above my head, and gave him the chance to leave the room and retreat safely back to his study.
    I counted to twenty and then took off the blindfold