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Even though the other man was the one who had been legally married to her, and therefore entitled to know her intimately, Brandt just couldn’t attribute any good qualities to him at all, having heard some of Lita’s stories about him when he could get her to talk about that part of her life, which her ex seemed to have made an extremely unpleasant experience over all. He’d also pumped his sister for information, but she was even more closed mouthed than Lita herself. It sounded to him as if the man was impotent and blamed an innocent young girl for his own failings, instead of being happy with what a wonderful woman she was and that she was his.
Brandt knew he’d never make that kind of a mistake.
“Lita, did your husband ever touch you between your legs?”
Her already perpetually bright blush got even brighter and she began to bite her lip, but said nothing.
Brandt reached beneath her to cup, then strongly squeeze a bottom cheek, reminding her of a lesson she should already have learned about him and what he expected from her.
She squeaked and tried to pull away, but he wouldn’t let her, trapping her easily against his side and blocking her escape with his other arm. “Do I need to put you back over my knee?” he asked, one eyebrow raised.
“NO! No,” she amended, almost too softly. “He didn’t. Just the once, on our wedding night, then not again, thankfully.”
This was the question he really wanted to ask, but was almost afraid of the answer. “Does being here, in bed with me, naked, make you feel the same way that he made you feel?”
She scoffed wholeheartedly, “Not at all. He made me feel... dirty... and guilty... and as if something I still don’t understand was all my fault.” Lita’s eyes flitted up to his, then down again quickly to where her fingers were playing in his light chest hair. “You make me feel... beautiful... and nervous... and excited and... wanted.”
The truth rang through her words and he felt as if a skyscraper had been lifted off his chest. It was then that she found his tiny pink nipples and, copying what he had done to her, pinched and rolled it, just a bit. But enough to make him jump and grab his own flesh. “Wow – you’re a fast learner!” When she chuckled at his reaction and reached out to do it again, he pushed her hand away. “You are always welcome to touch me, Lita, just not right now, okay?”
Lord knew he didn’t want to crush her desire to reciprocate the things he had done for her, but not when there were more important things in the offing.
“But—”
By way of controlling her but not having to scold her, he slid his fingers down the outside of one thigh, then up the inside to cup her where he had just resided.
Her hands came immediately to his wrist, trying to pull him away, a pleading look in her eyes.
But he was unmoved. “Put your hands at your sides, Lita, and don’t move them again.”
When she didn’t obey him immediately, he turned her over and delivered fifteen tremendously hard swats to her backside, then rolled her back over, his hand resuming its former intimate possession of her body.
Her hands drifted down until they were inches from his wrist and he waited a beat – but would wait no longer than that for her to obey, he had already decided.
She did, watching his eyes and getting that almost rebellious look on her face, but slowly complying with his order.
When she had obeyed him, he slid his middle finger between those nether lips and boldly stroked her clit.
As if he hadn’t given her any rules at all as to where her hands should be, they resumed their former position, tugging at him for all they were worth. A second session on her tummy turned her posterior a dull red all over, as powerful smack after smack fell and she was held motionless – helpless – to do anything but lie there to receive them.
Flipped over again, she found herself in the same position, with him clutching her – unrepentantly
Even though the other man was the one who had been legally married to her, and therefore entitled to know her intimately, Brandt just couldn’t attribute any good qualities to him at all, having heard some of Lita’s stories about him when he could get her to talk about that part of her life, which her ex seemed to have made an extremely unpleasant experience over all. He’d also pumped his sister for information, but she was even more closed mouthed than Lita herself. It sounded to him as if the man was impotent and blamed an innocent young girl for his own failings, instead of being happy with what a wonderful woman she was and that she was his.
Brandt knew he’d never make that kind of a mistake.
“Lita, did your husband ever touch you between your legs?”
Her already perpetually bright blush got even brighter and she began to bite her lip, but said nothing.
Brandt reached beneath her to cup, then strongly squeeze a bottom cheek, reminding her of a lesson she should already have learned about him and what he expected from her.
She squeaked and tried to pull away, but he wouldn’t let her, trapping her easily against his side and blocking her escape with his other arm. “Do I need to put you back over my knee?” he asked, one eyebrow raised.
“NO! No,” she amended, almost too softly. “He didn’t. Just the once, on our wedding night, then not again, thankfully.”
This was the question he really wanted to ask, but was almost afraid of the answer. “Does being here, in bed with me, naked, make you feel the same way that he made you feel?”
She scoffed wholeheartedly, “Not at all. He made me feel... dirty... and guilty... and as if something I still don’t understand was all my fault.” Lita’s eyes flitted up to his, then down again quickly to where her fingers were playing in his light chest hair. “You make me feel... beautiful... and nervous... and excited and... wanted.”
The truth rang through her words and he felt as if a skyscraper had been lifted off his chest. It was then that she found his tiny pink nipples and, copying what he had done to her, pinched and rolled it, just a bit. But enough to make him jump and grab his own flesh. “Wow – you’re a fast learner!” When she chuckled at his reaction and reached out to do it again, he pushed her hand away. “You are always welcome to touch me, Lita, just not right now, okay?”
Lord knew he didn’t want to crush her desire to reciprocate the things he had done for her, but not when there were more important things in the offing.
“But—”
By way of controlling her but not having to scold her, he slid his fingers down the outside of one thigh, then up the inside to cup her where he had just resided.
Her hands came immediately to his wrist, trying to pull him away, a pleading look in her eyes.
But he was unmoved. “Put your hands at your sides, Lita, and don’t move them again.”
When she didn’t obey him immediately, he turned her over and delivered fifteen tremendously hard swats to her backside, then rolled her back over, his hand resuming its former intimate possession of her body.
Her hands drifted down until they were inches from his wrist and he waited a beat – but would wait no longer than that for her to obey, he had already decided.
She did, watching his eyes and getting that almost rebellious look on her face, but slowly complying with his order.
When she had obeyed him, he slid his middle finger between those nether lips and boldly stroked her clit.
As if he hadn’t given her any rules at all as to where her hands should be, they resumed their former position, tugging at him for all they were worth. A second session on her tummy turned her posterior a dull red all over, as powerful smack after smack fell and she was held motionless – helpless – to do anything but lie there to receive them.
Flipped over again, she found herself in the same position, with him clutching her – unrepentantly
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