The times they’d done this he’d had her standing, braced on the bed or a chair. This time, though, she let herself fall into the way he pushed her to her knees. Gently, of course. The strangeness of the fact that he was going to use a cane on her but always touched her with reverence was something she’d accepted.

But it still thrilled her.

More rustling as he sat. “Come here.” He touched her again, helping her up, her belly across the steel of his thighs. “Palms flat on the floor.”

She did as he said, arching as his fingertips traced down her spine, over the curve of her ass, tickling at the back of each thigh just below the swell of her butt cheeks.

Then the bulge in his forearm, the one resting across her back, flexed, and the sound of the cane split the air.

She jumped, but he didn’t touch her. He was just making that sound. Ramping them both up.

Once she relaxed, he began again. Each new touch took a few moments as she puzzled over what he was doing. He rolled the cane down her back and over her ass, which was nearly a massage.

Then nothing for long moments until a bright burst of sensation against her ass.

Whack.

She sucked in a breath and waited for the nope too much from the first time. He blew over the heat and it twisted through her. Not hurt, but delicious sensation.

He did it again and then once more before pausing.

“With me?”

She found her will to speak and managed to mumble a yes.

“Good. This cane is leather instead of rattan. Makes the prettiest welts on your skin, but it’s less rigid and takes more of the impact.”

His cock pressed against her hip as she writhed when he struck several more times. It hurt, but for just a breath, and then her body took over, rushing to fill her with feel-good chemicals.

Whatever it was, Asa was a master at it. He knew just where to hit and how hard. How often. He did it in a rhythm that seduced her nice and slow, the heat building but in a pleasant way. It seemed to flow straight through her right to her clit, and since that aligned with her interests, what did she have to do but enjoy it?

There were always plusses to giving over to him.

Asa liked this leather a lot. The creak as he held the cane was satisfying, and she seemed to like it far better than their last go.

The thunk of it each time he made contact echoed up his arm and made him harder and harder with every sound of pleasure he wrenched from her lips.

A pretty pink flush lived on her skin, and he put the cane aside to pet over her back and sides. She’d gone a little heavy and dreamy and he loved it.

He pulled the blindfold off and continued to stroke her skin until she was ready to be led to the bed.

“On your belly.”

It’d be more comfortable for her that way, and it also gave him the chance to look at those welts as he pulled his clothes off.

Her head was turned in his direction and she watched him, a smile on her lips. He wanted to bottle that moment.

Instead he bent to blow over the heated skin on her ass and thighs, delighting in the way goosebumps rose. Her scent wafted to his nose and he licked a trail up the back of her thigh.

“I like that,” she murmured.

“I aim to please.”

“You do. It’s a really lovely quality.”

He slid her thighs apart, walking his fingers up to her pussy. He hissed as the heat of her greeted his touch. “So wet.”

He wanted to shove his dick in her straight to his balls over and over, hard enough to knock pictures off the wall.

She needed to come first, though. He needed to hear it.

He moved up the bed, getting on his back. “PJ, come up here. I want you on my mouth.”

He loved the way she roused, like a cat moving from a sunny spot. She stretched her back, arching with a knowing smile on her lips.

“You know exactly what you do to me,” he murmured.

She straddled his waist and slid herself over his cock. That hot, wet pussy he’d just been talking about surrounded him. She groaned and did it again.

Magnificent.

He looked up at this magic he’d been unbelievably lucky to have found.

“Mmmm. I like this too.”

He let her do it one last time and urged her up with a touch. “You have another task.”

She hesitated just a moment in mid-grind, her gaze on his. The left corner of her mouth tipped up and she finished, making them both shiver a little.

“You know you’re going to pay for that.”

He scooted down and she moved up his body until she was where he’d told her to be.

“I really hope so. Or else why would I do those things?”

This part of what they had, it had been the best surprise of all. The humor and teasing back-and-forth had been unexpectedly hot. And totally unique to PJ. She wasn’t afraid of him. She didn’t do things because they were steps in a game. She wanted to please him. Wanted him to please her. But she genuinely gave herself over to their relationship on every level.

There was a joy in her that he’d never thought he’d crave the way he did. Being around her made him content. Being around her like this?

She knew what he wanted and bent forward to grip the headboard as he took the first lick.

And then he lost himself in her.

He left her shaking.

Asa Barrons more than anyone else she’d ever met knew how to push her every single button.

She hung her head, holding on to his headboard hard enough she might have heard the wood groan.

His beard abraded the inside of her thighs as he ate her pussy like he’d been starving for it. She’d be just a tiny bit sore. He’d told her he liked that, liked knowing he’d be on her mind.

That was hot too.

He sucked her clit between his lips and she nearly jumped off the bed. Here he dominated her like everything else. He wanted to touch and lick every part of her and took his time, setting a slow pace at first, building sensation and speed as he went until there was nothing left but a climax that hit her so hard and utterly that she could do nothing else but keep holding on to the headboard until he moved at last, helping her to her belly on the bed, a pillow under her hips.

Asa ignored the slight shake in his grip as he rolled the condom on and lined himself up before pushing all the way into her body.

“Earlier, as I looked at you, all I could imagine was fucking you so hard pictures came off the wall. But given the way the bed is situated, I think I can settle for making a lot of noise instead.”

She grunted, pushing back at him, and he smiled. Okay then.

On his knees between her thighs, he looked down, hypnotized by the sight of his cock disappearing and pulling nearly all the way free from her before pushing in again. He held her hips up a little to adjust the angle.

Sweat beaded down his spine as orgasm settled in to his balls. So close.

She made these needy, breathy sounds into the pillow and they only drove him harder. He needed deeper and so he dug in, and whatever he stroked over inside her worked for her too because she was suddenly hotter and wetter as her body squeezed his cock.

And then there was nothing but pleasure as climax sucked him under. He continued to fuck into her deep and fast as wave after wave hit him until he finally flopped to the side to keep from crushing her and rolled from bed.

“Now then.” He got back into bed and she sought his body immediately, resting her upper body on his as she looked at him.

“Being fucked is better than medication. I’m drowsy and feeling far better than I did before we got here.”

It was his job to make her life as easy as he could, so if sexing her up was what he needed to do, it wasn’t so big a chore, was it? He brushed the hair back from her face.