Overtime by Roxie Noir Read Free Book Online

iron bed frame, marble-topped tables with ornate plush chairs, a dark fainting couch in one corner. There was another room Valerie couldn’t see into, but the bathroom looked like it was all marble and gold plating. She had no idea at all what it must have cost. Some amount beyond her imagining.
    Jasper swung the door shut and then escorted her to the window, flinging the curtains wide, giving them a view of Central Park and beyond that, the rest of Manhattan. He stood behind her and she felt his lips on the back of her neck, sending goosebumps down her spine.
    Slowly, he began to unzip her dress, the curtains still open. Valerie reached for the blinds but he put his hand around her wrist, led it back to hang at her side.
    “Don’t,” he said.
    “But—“
    “Tonight, trust me,” he said. “If this isn’t going to work for you, you can leave and we’ll never talk about this again.”
    Valerie’s dress fell to around her ankles and she stood in front of the window in her bra, thong, and high heels, lit up and visible to all of Central Park.
    “If something gets too intense for you, the safe word is hippopotamus,” Jasper said. He put one hand on her hip and reached into her bra from over her shoulder, fondling first one nipple and then the other, and Valerie melted backward into him.
    “Hippopotamus?” she whispered.
    “It’s a little silly,” he admitted. He put a finger in the waistband of her thong, pulled it, and let it go, snapping it against her soft flesh with a tiny sting. “But I promise it’s not something you’ll shout in a moment of passion.”
    Valerie nodded. She heard a silky swish behind her and then there was a black ribbon floating in front of her eyes, then it was binding her eyes shut. She swallowed but said nothing.
    “Trust me,” he whispered, and she felt it tighten as he tied it behind her head. Valerie’s heart hammered.
    “Step out of your dress,” he said. He took her left hand in his, steadying her, as she carefully stepped forward, careful not to trip. “Now, take two more steps, and stop with your hands on the marble table.”
    She did. The tabletop was cool under her touch. She couldn’t see a thing outside her blindfold, and she strained her ears to hear what he was doing, but no luck.
    “Bend over it,” he said.
    Valerie bent over slowly, not wanting to topple over in her heels, until her entire torso was in contact with the cold stone, chilly against her hot flesh. She felt his hand on the back of her head gently press her face against the stone, turned to the side, still blindfolded.
    So he’s just going to fuck me over a table? Valerie thought. Her cunt was still covered by the thong, but just barely, thrust outward, ready for him to do anything. Still, she was a little disappointed: it seemed like a lot of talk and a lot of warnings for just being fucked on a table.
    Then, a sharp blow hit her right on the ass, and Valerie yelped. She hadn’t been expecting it and it stung at first, then after a few seconds, the whole area buzzed as though the nerve endings were crackling to the surface. A few seconds later, there was another sharp blow on the other ass cheek and Valerie yelped again, both sides now alternately stinging and buzzing.
    He was spanking her, she realized. His hand hit her on the left cheek again, and then the right, and now, even through the stinging, buzzing pain, she thought she could almost feel the outline of his hand, imprinted on her. She could feel that her backside was bright red and probably a little swollen.
    He struck again, this time close to the crease between her ass and thigh, and she could feel the flesh wobble as he did. He was millimeters from her cunt and the crackling feeling was beginning to spark through there and she felt herself opening, her juices beginning to flow. His hand his the other cheek in the same place, this time just brushing her cunt, the combination of pleasure and pain something she’d never experienced