3. CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER THREE

DIANE

"Touch your clit."

His voice is low in his chest. It always gets that way when he wants me badly.

My fingers are on my pussy, soaking from my arousal and his cum. I swipe them over, gathering the wetness, and circle my clit. Touching myself the way he touches me.

"Good girl." His voice is so low, it's just a rasp. "Stay put, keep touching yourself."

I hear his boots on the floor. Then he's fastening my leather play collar around my throat. His rough fingers are so gentle, moving my hair aside. Pressing a kiss to the top of my head when he's done. There's a second, where his hands leave my body, when I'm tempted to beg for him to touch me instead.

My fingers are good, but his are better.

He doesn't tell me I can stop stroking my clit, so I don't. He moves about in the corner of my eye. Straps jingle and I know he's fastening the restraints to the bed. The lights go out and the fireplace flares, chasing away the nighttime cold. Then the drawer where he keeps our toys slides open.

He's choosing what he wants.

A thrill goes down my spine. My fingers move faster and pleasure sparks. Hitting me hard and fast.

"Sir," I gasp.

My eyes squeeze shut, but I don't stop.

"What's wrong, darling?"

"I'm going to come," I gasp.

"Stop touching yourself."

His voice rings out, deep and controlled. My fingers drop and I wriggle back into position, elbows on the bed. The pleasure tightening in my pussy burns. It's taking everything I have not to drop my hips down and rub against the bed.

He'd spank me for that. I know from experience.

That thought takes root in my head. I don't brat very often because it always leaves me exhausted the next day. But when he responds to it and puts me in my place, it's so satisfying. There's nothing that hits my reset button better.

My hips undulate, without meaning to. He makes a harsh noise in his throat.

A warning not to push him.

My heart picks up. In that split second, I change the dynamic of the night by lowering my hips to the bed and pushing myself up on the heels of my palms. He turns, shirt open. Chest heaving as his lids fall, eyes distracted by my pussy rubbing on the bed. Making a wet spot at the foot of his side.

He reaches down. For a second, I think he's taking his cock out.

Then he strips his belt off instead. Big, lean fingers fold it once.

And crack it. So loud it splits the room like a gunshot.

My toes curl. I sink back, sitting on my heels. Maybe a little startled by his reaction. He crosses the room and kneels one leg on the bed, taking me by the chin to turn my face up. His eyes are hungry. Pupils blown, lids heavy with lust.

"Bad girl," he says quietly, his voice curling.

His thumb drags across my lower lip. Rough, edged with warning. I swallow hard as he pushes it between my lips, making me gag on purpose.

"You know what you did," he says.

He eases my mouth open with the pad of his thumb on my tongue. Taking me by the chin, he bends my head back. I have a fleeting impression of glittering hazel before I shut my eyes. He spits hard, like he's angry. It hits my tongue and he closes my mouth, holding it shut until I swallow.

Sometimes it's hard to balance this Westin with the one I'm married to, the ever patient father of my children. This Westin can be cold, cruel, and harsh. He pushes me to my limits and makes me feel things nobody else can.

But the other Westin always comes back to me in the end. Hands gentle, holding me. Whispering praise against my neck.

Bravely, I sink into the deep end.

He picks me up and lays me down, rolling me onto my belly with my face rested to the side. The pillow is soft against my cheek. I close my eyes as he fastens the cuffs around my wrists so my arms are spread.

His boots hit the ground. The belt cracks.

I moan softly, muffled.

"You stay put," he says. "I fucking mean it this time, Diane."

My toes curl at the way he says my name. All stern, with a little drawl at the end. My eyes squeeze shut and my pussy aches. It likes this Westin more than I care to admit.

I can't roll over even if I wanted to. His touch contacts my calf. It runs down the arch of my foot. A little bolt of bravery goes through me again. This time, I think it might be plain foolishness. But it makes me kick my foot, hitting his hand.

"Goddamn it, girl," he says.

He's got me uncuffed in a second. In the soft orange firelight, he picks me up and carries me to the hearth.

"Get on your knees," he says.

Obediently, I drop down. He has the belt in one hand, my hair in the other.

"Palm up." His voice is sitting at the bottom of his chest. All harsh and deep.

I offer him my right palm. I know my eyes are huge, fixed on him in the shadows. He sets the belt aside and starts unfastening his shirt the rest of the way and takes it off. A trickle of sweat moves between his pecs.

He goes to the dresser again and takes a flat, bendy switch out.

"You earned both spankings tonight, darling," he says.

I swallow hard, my palm swimming before my eyes. There's a sharp hiss. A sting of pain. Arousal pours down my spine and fills my hips, tearing a gasp from my lips.

He takes hold of my hair, wrapping it around his fist to keep me still. The switch comes down hard on the soft tissue of my palm. Not hard enough to leave a mark. But it stings. I whimper aloud.

He spanks me again. Twice more. Then he lifts me up, tears slipping from my eyes, and deposits me back on the bed on my belly. The cuffs go over my wrists. He pushes my slip up around my waist, baring my ass. The bed dips and the belt cracks.

I cry out as my ass stings.

I could have avoided this by behaving. Or just saying my safeword. But I love it, it makes me come alive. All the stress of the last week is gone. My body is wide awake, my pussy soaked and my nipples aching. The sting of the belt is a small price to pay for the high.

It strikes where I'm so sensitive, where my ass meets my thighs. My body arches, writhing. He doesn't chastise me because he knows I can't stay still for this. But he'll make me pay later, when his cock is between my legs.

The belt comes down again.

And again.

I'm sobbing when he finally stops. Euphoric tears, salty on my lips. He straddles me, unfastening the cuffs. Then, he flips me to my back and drapes my leg over his elbow. His mouth brushes mine, open and hot. I feel him, how hard and hungry he is, between my thighs. He thrusts and he's inside me, every inch all at once.

I bite back my scream. His hips work, slamming into me with starving strokes. I'm so wet and loose it doesn't hurt, but he's so deep it makes my stomach swoop.

"Fuck, that's right," he pants, against my neck. "You take every inch in your sweet, tight pussy."

My spine arches, lifting my hips so he can slam his body into mine. I feel him so deeply. The head of his cock strokes up against my cervix. Maybe leaving me sore tomorrow. I'm perfectly full, stretched around him. So wet he slides easily in and out, sending arousal dripping down my ass.

His eyes glitter in the firelight. The hard ridges of his abs ripple.

"Open your mouth," he rasps.

Obediently, I part my lips and put out my tongue. He spits on it and bends down. His mouth meets mine, kissing me hard as I swallow the saliva dripping down my throat. The soft groan from his chest sends a tremor through my body. Making me grip his cock hard.

When he pulls back, he's panting.

"Ride my cock, darling," he breathes.

The cuffs are unhooked so fast I miss it. I yelp as he flips, taking me with him. My knees hit the bed and he's stretched out between them. His cock still buried to the hilt inside. The angle brings it deep, sending a twinge of pain through my stomach when I move. Sometimes I have trouble with this position because it forces me to take every inch.

He sees it on my face. Rough, gentle hands grip my hips. Rocking me back and forth, caressing me until I relax enough that it doesn't hurt anymore.

My eyes flutter shut. He's the sweetest pressure. The gentlest hands.

"Look at me," he says.

He's propped up halfway against the pillows and headboard. His hair is damp, brushed back. His eyes are alive, his lids heavy with desire. I know my husband, he's all tripped up over himself. Just from looking at me. Not even his harshness when he's being my Dom can conceal it.

"Ride me, darling," he says again.

I obey. His cock moves between my thighs, so satisfying. This goes beyond the physical closeness of our bodies. I spread my palms, pressing them to his chest and stomach. His warmth, the hard muscles of his body, get my blood flowing. The pleasure is so visceral I want to sink my teeth in it. Drink it up. Rub it all over my skin.

The hem of my slip is wet. The bodice hangs loose, my breasts exposed. He's got his big, rough hands on my waist. Knotted up in the silk.

Fucking up into me as I ride him hard.

The bed hits the wall. We both pant, delirious. I think we planned on going for longer tonight. But when I straddled him, that thought vanished.

Now there's nothing but hot, visceral desire racing towards satisfaction.

My clit grinds against his groin. His cock hits all the most perfect points. It always has, like it was made for me. His eyes are glued to me, lips parted. He slips one hand between my thighs, his fingertips grazing where we're joined.

"You're so fucking wet," he groans.

His thumb slides over my clit and pleasure ripples through me, making my eyes roll back. I'm so close. I just need a little push and I'll tumble over the edge. My hips roll, he pinches my clit and works it gently between his calloused fingers.

Then he makes his cock twitch inside, knowing what it does to me, and I fall apart.

Shaking. Nails piercing his chest.

Pleasure hits me so hard I can't breathe. My pussy grips him, dripping between us. His hand is on my breast, he's propped up on the heel of his other hand. His hips move, fucking into me as I pulse around his length. Vaguely, I hear myself whimpering.

He groans, surging forward. His mouth grazes my neck, free hand gripping my throat hard enough I gasp. His abdomen goes hard and his jaw twitches as he grits his teeth.

"Fuck," he says. "Take my cum, you pretty whore. Gonna fill up that beautiful pussy."

Fuck. My spine bends, my hips grinding down against his groin. He groans from behind his gritted teeth. Warmth blossoms, I swear I feel it. His hips stutter, fucking erratically as pleasure sweeps through his body.

I slump against his chest and he holds me near, breath hard in my hair.

"Goddamn," he says.

I'm warm and ready for sleep. He eases me up and off his cock, still hard and soaked with our arousal. Limply, I fall back against the pillows. When I come that intensely it's like a warm blanket on a cold night. Every muscle in my body turns to water and all I can do is lay there and watch the ceiling spin.

His mouth grazes my shoulder. "Let's get you cleaned up, darling."