Raw Desire by Kate Pearce Page A

concentrating all his attention on it. She wanted to moan, wanted him to stop, and wanted him to keep adding to the sensations that were surrounding her until she came apart in his arms.
    The ache deepened until it felt like a red-hot wire connected her nipple to her sex. His teeth closed over her flesh, and she gasped his name. He immediately released her nipple and sat back, not touching her, leaving her shaking with need and already missing the hot suction of his mouth.
    â€œAre you wet for me, Ally?”
    She nodded but kept her gaze fixed on his hands, which now lay on his lap, framing the impressive bulge of his cock. She stiffened as he unbuckled his belt and drew it out of its loops. He folded it in his hand and rubbed the leather against her breasts. She couldn’t help the hitch in her breathing and he noticed it too.
    â€œYou took your time making up your mind, Ally.”
    â€œYes.”
    â€œYes, what?” She dared to look up at him, and his gaze was cool. “You can call me sir, or Officer, or master—I’ll let you choose.”
    â€œI thought you weren’t into those kinds of power games.”
    â€œIt’s not a game. I just want to hear you say it.”
    She studied him for a long minute as she frantically considered her options.
    â€œAlly . . .”
    â€œYes, sir. ” She dropped her gaze and fixed her attention on the leather belt.
    â€œI don’t like being kept waiting.”
    Ally said nothing, and he let the belt hang free; then he slapped it gently against the side of his thigh and let it flick out over her, catching her hip bone, her thigh, the front of her panties. The soft slap of the supple leather made her feel centered inside. She closed her eyes to savor it, only to open them again when the belt flicked more aggressively against her skin.
    â€œTurn around and lean over the coffee table.”
    â€œWhat are you going to do to me?”
    â€œI’m going to paddle your ass. What do you think?” He gently cupped her chin and made her look at him. “I thought by coming here you’d accepted the rules.”
    â€œWhat rules?”
    â€œMy rules. Now do it.”
    Ally swallowed convulsively and did what he said, using her arms to pillow her head against the coldness of the glass tabletop. She shivered as she felt him pull down her panties.
    â€œI’m not telling you how many strokes you’re going to get, because I don’t want you thinking there’s an end to what I choose to do to you.”
    Ally didn’t say anything. Her body was already anticipating the first real touch of the leather on her skin. They’d played this game before, and he knew it turned her on. It had been so long since she’d allowed anyone to touch her like this, far too long. His first stroke was more of a caress than a slap, and she found herself arching her back into the blow.
    Rob muttered something that sounded like a curse and kept going. After the sixth stroke, she forgot to count, her mind too taken up with finding that perfect peace inside her, the place where the pain and the pleasure melded together to make her feel safe. She sighed and let go, left it up to Rob to judge when he should stop.
    She shuddered when his hands grabbed her hips, lifted her up, and swung her around, pressing her against the front of his jeans, her panties soaking now as she tried to impale herself on the throbbing bulge of his covered cock. His mouth descended over hers, and he kissed her voraciously, his tongue going deep, his hands deliberately fondling her sensitive ass, forcing new sensations through her and adding to the pleasure.
    â€œDo you want me to fuck you now?”
    Ally moaned into his mouth. He wrapped his hand in her hair and tilted her head back until he could see her face. “Yes, oh God, yes.”
    He kissed her again, his hands cupping her ass and rubbing her against the rough fabric of his jeans. “I want to give you