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HE turned her bottom a vibrant pink, relishing her increasingly desperate moans as he swatted and caressed her, intoxicated by the heat emanating from her smooth, taut skin and firm cheeks. He loved both her slight defiance at being spanked combined with her complete immersion and submission to the experience. He walked a tight wire. At any moment, he might cross the line and infuriate her. Pricking her defiance sexually was a risk, but the challenge goaded him. It intoxicated.
Alice did.
And every time she submitted to the bond between them, he drew her closer to him.
He placed both of his hands on her hot buttocks and lifted slightly, revealing her pink, glistening sex. Arousal tore through him. His cock twitched uncomfortably. He dropped one hand, still leaving her partially parted for his gaze. He rubbed his raging erection through his jeans, trying to alleviate that sharp ache. Her harsh moan made him look up. Her eyes looked enormous in the reflection on the window.
He handled his cock more slowly, highly aware of her stare on him in the shiny glass.
“Is this what you want to see when you walk in this room? Is this the memory you want?”
“Yes. God, yes.”
“You’re never going to forget me again, Alice.”
He slid his hand off her buttock. She lowered her head and gasped loudly when he thrust a finger into her *. So warm. He saw the slight sheen at her nape and experienced an urge to slick his tongue through her sweat. His greediness for her was epic; his hunger for her complete submission unparalleled.
“I’m not going to forget you. I never did,” she added desperately.
He pushed higher, cupping her tender, wet outer sex with his hand, his finger still penetrating her. He circled his hand, stimulating her clit. She made a choking sound.
“Are you remembering more than you’re admitting?” he demanded grimly after a moment.
“No,” she cried out. “I meant that of all things, you’re the most familiar to me. You . . . you bring me the closest,” she finished raggedly, panting. He felt a ripple go through her flesh, and knew she was very close to climax.
He froze, still applying a firm pressure to her sex, absorbing her admission. He understood instinctively what she’d meant. It was his presence that brought her closest to the threshold of memory, to the deep, perhaps unbreachable split between her present and her past.
He bent and lowered her panties to her feet.
“Step out of them and get up there on your knees,” he prompted. He lowered his hand and grasped her naked hips, guiding her onto the curving bench built beneath the triple bay window. It was a narrow cushioned seat, meant for gazing out to the Great Lake and the magnificent gardens below. “Scoot right up next to the windows.”
“But what . . .”
“Just do what I say,” he said quietly, urging her toward the wooden frame between the two on the far right and the center window. “Now bend forward and put your hands over your head. Brace them on the wood frame. Don’t worry. It’s solid. I saw how this window was manufactured during the remodeling of the room before I moved in.”
A measure of satisfaction and amplified arousal went through her when she followed his instructions without further hesitation, bending at the waist while she was on her knees, exposing her pink round bottom. Unable to resist the temptation, he spanked her briskly but softly on one buttock, letting his other hand roam up her belly beneath her snug T-shirt. She moaned his name shakily when he cupped a full breast and smacked her bottom again. She turned her face so that it rested on her upper arm and he could see her profile. Her cheeks were as flushed as her ass; her eyelids heavy. She was exquisite. Slowly, erotically, she circled her hips, waving her ass in an eye-crossing temptation.
Beckoning him.
He swatted her firmly, squeezing taut, hot flesh, punishing her for trying to set the pace yet again . . . rewarding her for her singular beauty.
“Alice,” he hissed, tested by the vision of her arousal. Her abandon. “Open your eyes.”
He saw her eyelids flicker.
“Look at yourself in the window,” he commanded. Deliberately, he peeled her T-shirt over the globes of her breast and her head, exposing the beautiful stretch of her naked back. He tossed aside the shirt, his gaze trained on her. Her skin was such a lovely color—peaches and cream where she didn’t tan, a coppery apricot where she did. The vision of her pale suspended breasts in the window made him clamp his teeth hard. He’d never known another woman to compare to her. He watched himself in the glass as he stroked her taut belly and suspended breasts for a moment. His cock raged for her.
“You’re going to watch me fuck you. You’re not going to forget that, are you?” he asked, ripping at his button fly and jerking down his jeans. Despite his hasty actions, he kept his eyes pinned to her luminous face in the black pane.