When I’m with You (Because You Are Mine #2)(59)
Author: Beth Kery

“But you put the vibrator on your little pussy and came anyway?”

His voice had dropped a decibel, sounding sultry in her ear. Her hand moved between her thighs. “I tried hard, Lucien. But the vibrator is very powerful. It made me think of . . .”

“What?” he asked sharply when she faded off.

“The stables. How you rode me so hard. How much I liked it.”

A rough groan made her ear and neck tingle.

“You little minx,” he mumbled tightly. “How will I ever convince you that you were wrong to goad me that way when you were inexperienced, if you keep shoving it in my face how much you liked it?”

Her pussy was growing very wet. It excited her, playing with herself as they spoke so intimately to each other while they were leagues apart.

“I can’t help it that I liked it. Do you wish I was different?”

“Don’t pout,” he chided. “You know I think you’re perfect, and you love shoving that in my face every opportunity you get as well, don’t you?” She smiled. He’d sounded amused. And extremely aroused. “I believe I told you I would punish you if you failed.”

She rubbed her slick clit with the ridge of her forefinger more rapidly.

“What will you do to me when you get back?” she asked, trepidation twining with the excitement in her voice.

“Oh, you won’t have to wait. You’ll receive your punishment now.”

That made her pause in her self-pleasuring.

“What do you mean?” she demanded. “You’re in Paris.”

“I know that. So you will administer the punishment in my place.”

He really did have an uncanny way of making her speechless.

“Open the top drawer of the bedside table. There’s a round, wooden paddle in there with a short handle. Perhaps you noticed it earlier.”

“Lucien,” she said, disbelieving at the hint of mirth she heard in his voice. “Do you have a camera set up in here? Are you spying on me?”

“Of course I don’t,” he said sharply. “Do you honestly think I’d record you without your permission?”

Her mouth fell open in surprise at the edge to his tone.

“No, I don’t have a hidden camera,” he said, exhaling and leveling his tone, as if he’d sensed her surprise. “I knew you had to get in the drawer to get the vibrator. I know what a curious thing you are. Did you see anything else in that drawer that interested you?” he asked quietly.

“No,” she replied stubbornly as she opened the drawer, stung by his effortless ability to read her.

He chuckled. “Do you have the paddle?”

She swallowed thickly as she wrapped her fist around the handle and withdrew the instrument of punishment.

“Yes.”

“Then put me on speaker phone and place the phone on the mattress near your hips.” She did what he’d suggested, her trepidation and excitement rising. “Now lie on your left side on the bed. Curl up your knees, little kitten,” he murmured, his seductive voice resonating throughout the still room. “Is the paddle in your right hand?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Twist your hips a little. Present your bottom to the paddle.”

She bit her lower lip to prevent a whimper of arousal from escaping her throat. She now knew for a fact that the rumors of Lucien seducing from his voice alone were one hundred percent accurate. The polished wood felt hard and exciting next to her buttock as she pressed it there while she drew up her knees toward her waist and twisted her hips.

“Are you in position?” came Lucien’s voice in her ear.

“Yes.”

“Are you comfortable?”

“Yes,” Elise answered honestly. She lay on her side, her bent knees near her chest, her right thigh higher than the left in order to better expose her buttocks.

“You were correct in what you imagined me saying while you pleasured yourself. If you thought I was demanding that you continue to abstain just a bit longer, than you should have complied. But I’m pleased, as well, that you succeeded in pulling your hand away twice. Because of that, you may touch yourself at the same time you give yourself a good spanking. I give you permission to come, if you are so inclined.”

“Oh . . . okay,” she said, experiencing a strange mixture of shyness and arousal at his words. Instinctively, she ground her thighs together tightly to get pressure on her pussy. “May I begin now?”

“You may begin touching your pussy once I hear how hard you land the paddle. I will know whether or not you are going easy on yourself. Is the phone near your bottom?”

She scooted the phone nearer to her ass and lifted the paddle.

Smack.

“Hmm, that seemed adequate. You tell me. Was it hard enough to fit the crime?”

“Perhaps I was a little easy on myself,” she said in a quavering voice.

He laughed. “Elise, you please me so much.”

Her heart bumped against her breastbone at the sound of arousal tightening his voice.

“You will paddle yourself ten more times. Count out loud, so I can hear you. I expect it to sting. If I notice the smacks weakening, I will tell you how many more you must take when you finish. Do you understand?”

Arousal flashed through her, electrical in its intensity. Could there be anything more exciting than hearing Lucien instruct her in self-punishment, anything more stimulating than his utter confidence that she would do precisely what he demanded?

“May I . . . may I touch myself now,” she asked, unable to disguise her breathless eagerness.

“You may begin.”

It was excruciating, the anticipation. She was having trouble catching her breath as she propped her upper body on her left elbow so as to better see the profile of her curved, naked bottom. She plunged her hand between her thighs and rubbed slick, hungry flesh. Her phone had never seemed remotely sexy before, but knowing Lucien was listening while she spanked and pleasured herself made the mundane technology incredibly erotic.

She lifted the paddle over her ass.

Smack.

She jumped slightly. In her excitement, she’d landed the paddle more briskly than she expected. Her buttock prickled with mild pain. Her hand moved more strenuously between her thighs. “One,” she called out, remembering what Lucien had instructed.

She paddled her ass again and grimaced. “Two.”

At five, her bottom was starting to burn. Surely Lucien would be pleased, wouldn’t he? She rubbed her clit more rapidly in mounting excitement.