With This Collar by Sierra Cartwright Page B

Lord, she was sweet. If they had the opportunity to play ever again, there was no doubt he could take her to subspace. That was a rare treat with most subs, unheard of with most neophytes. “Please answer me, Julia.”
    “Yes,” she said. “I’m ready for more.”
    He moved to stand near her left hip. With efficiency born of experience, he gave her the remaining lashes in a rhythmic rush, each on top of the other.
    She took his earlier advice and ceased the fight. Instead of pulling, she pressed her body more fully against the horse, allowing it to take her body weight and absorb his relentless blows.
    When he was finished, she was breathing heavy and a fine sheen of perspiration dotted her back. Her skin bore his marks. He was totally aroused.
    He placed the tawse on the horse before turning to her. He knelt in front of her and smoothed back her hair. Impulsively he kissed the top of her head.
    “Sir?”
    “Hmm?”
    “I need to come. Please, will you bring me off?”
    He hadn’t been prepared for that question.
    “I’m so on the edge. And my whole body feels…on fire.”
    “Beautiful, lovely little sub.”
    When she didn’t argue with his words, he knew she was in an altered consciousness. He reached between her legs. “So wet,” he said. “So slick.”
    She shuddered, and he saw all her muscles straining. “I want to come.”
    He slipped two fingers deep inside her cunt and simultaneously pressed his thumb pad against her clit.
    “Oh, God! Oh, oh…”
    He slid his fingers in and out rapidly, penetrating deeper and deeper, stretching her wide.
    She curled her toes into the floor, lifting her body up as much as she possibly could, granting him access, wordlessly seeking more.
    “Beg,” he told her.
    “Please,” she said. “Please, Sir, let me come! I want to come.”
    He found her G-spot and she cried out as the climax engulfed her. She continued to shudder. Rather than withdrawing, he continued to manipulate her heated pussy.
    “I… I can’t come again,” she insisted even though she kept her eyes closed and thrust her hips towards him.
    “I understand,” he told her. “Just relax.”
    “I’m not… I mean…”
    “Tell me,” he urged.
    “I can’t have multiple orgasms.”
    “Of course you can’t,” he agreed, but he kept up. She was getting more and more wet. This woman possessed untapped depths, and he wanted to be the one to unleash her secrets.
    He added a third finger, and she screamed.
    “So sexy,” he murmured.
    She met each thrust of his hand.
    “So needy.” He abraded her clit with more force.
    She pushed her lower body towards him.
    “So natural.”
    “I…”
    “Come for me, girl.” He applied pressure to her G-spot. “ Now.”
    She convulsed as she yelled his name.
    He whispered nonsensical words to her as she rode the climax, then continued to encourage her as the tremors receded. He brushed back her hair and traced the outline of her jawbone.
    “That’s not possible,” she told him.
    “Obviously,” he agreed.
    “Most times I don’t orgasm at all.”
    “Then I’m a lucky man.” He meant it. He adored women, and he was never blasé about their submission or their pleasure. It was an honour, and he knew it. “Thank you.”
    She opened her eyes. “Thank you, Sir.”
    “I was hoping you’d mind your manners.”
    “Or I’d earn another spanking?”
    “No doubt,” he agreed.
    “In that case, I should have kept my mouth closed.”
    He raised his eyebrows. “You liked that, did you?”
    “Tomorrow I’ll deny it.”
    “Fair enough. Tonight?”
    “Yes,” she said, “I liked it.”
    He reached to unfasten her wrists.
    “Sir’s cock is hard.”
    She was observant. It would take him less than half a dozen strokes to spill his load. He’d be fantasising about her while he did so.
    “Fuck me?” she asked.
    He dropped his hand and looked at her.
    “I want you inside me.”
    “We didn’t really talk about having sex.”
    “I don’t want to talk