Delicious Pain - a BDSM Collection by Portia Da Costa Read Free Book Online

in-drawn breath for her efforts. "Oh Ali," he moaned as she parted her lips and slowly engulfed him.
    Oh, he was so fine. His texture was smooth against her tongue, and his flavor so salty and raunchy. She swirled at him, sucking and teasing and reveling in the sounds of pleasure he uttered, and, as she redoubled her efforts, the elegant profanities he shouted.
    "Oh, you beauty, you beauty," he growled, grabbing her head, his fingers digging into her hair. He was rough, but she could feel the tension in him. He didn't want to hurt her while she was pleasuring him, which was a fine irony after what he'd so recently done. Alice laughed around his flesh, and then attacked him even harder with her tongue, while wiggling her fingers into his jeans to cup his testicles and stroke his perineum.
    "Oh, Jesus God, Ali!" It was Julian's turn to wail, his hips pumping as he filled her mouth with semen. He pulled her hair, holding her on him, but she barely felt it. She just caressed him and loved him, her heart swelling.
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    Later, they adjourned to the bathroom, and showered together, washing each other companionably. The wild events of the spanking and its aftermath seemed to have released all trace of tension and frustration. Temporarily, at least. They handled each others bodies with care and tenderness, and Julian was particularly solicitous, particularly gentle when he soaped Alice's bottom. In fact he handled her as if she were made of spun glass.
    "Don't worry," she said, kissing his wet neck as they stood against each other, "It barely hurts at all now. You don't have to treat me with kid gloves."
    Perhaps a bit of an exaggeration -- there were still twinges -- but it was amazing how the first soreness had ebbed. Alice wondered again about Julian's experience, and whether it allowed him to spank without creating lasting pain.
    Retiring to bed, they shared their wine at last. Julian had opened one of their better bottles, to mark the occasion, and Alice savored its rich, sophisticated bouquet, knowing she'd earned it. Lying naked on her stomach it was a bit awkward to drink from the large wine glass, but she managed. When she set it aside, it was time to ask the questions.
    "You've done that before, obviously," she observed, reaching out to rest her hand on Julian's outstretched thigh. He was sitting up against the pillows, glass in hand, his eyes closed; but they snapped open at the sound of her voice.
    "Yes, I have, but not for a while. Not since we met."
    She believed him. Tiredness drifted down over her, and she almost didn't push it, but the spark of curiosity was just a bit too strong to be ignored.
    "So, what happened before we met? You must have… well… done it quite a bit. I mean, I'm a complete newbie to it, but even I can tell you're very good, very skilled." She smiled encouragingly, and then looked beyond him to the little ledger that sat on his bedside table. "Maybe not quite on Mr. Grayson's level, but it's obvious you know what you're doing. How did you start?"
    "When I was nineteen, and on my gap year, I spent a few summer months alone in our house with an old friend of my mother's who was sort of minding the place while Mum went on a cruise." Julian slid down to lie beside her, and Alice was glad of the little moment while he settled himself. Her husband had been into spanking and BDSM since his teens? Why had he never ever said anything?
    "Margery was nice, and kind of sexy. She'd been in some kind of financial trouble and Mum had helped her out with a place to stay for a while. Anyway, one day when there were just the two of us in the house, I found a magazine… a spanking magazine." His blue eyes glittered and he grinned. "It really turned me on, even more than vanilla porn. I think Margery left it out on purpose to test me, to see if I was game." He paused, and settled his hand on Alice's back, right on the small of it, just above the margins of her still warm bottom. "And I was, and one thing