“You’re doing such a good job, Delia. Keep those hands on the floor until Colin says you can move,” McConnell instructed. “Is she wet, Reardon? Hot and slick inside, pulsing because she needs to come? Or does she need some more warming up before you let her go over? Your woman, your choice. Unless she uses her safe word, you decide where this goes next.”
Colin squeezed his eyes shut and wished he could do the same with his ears. It was damned uncomfortable how the man’s words ratcheted his desire even higher.
With her feet held apart by the spreader bar, her legs were open, wide enough for him to gain easy access to her most intimate parts. Wide enough that instead of one finger, he plunged two inside, and she cried out, throwing her head back. She was so hot she scorched him, so slick he added a third finger, stretching her, reveling in the feel of her body after the long drought without her.
“Oh, please!” She twisted on his lap, trying to get closer, using her body to beg him to fuck her harder with his hand.
“Listen to me, Delia,” McConnell said, shifting to a position closer to her ass. “These last two are going to sting, because, with Colin’s permission, I’m going to deliver them while he keeps your mind on something else, so I can show him exactly where he should hit you for maximum effect.” He raised an eyebrow in Colin’s direction, waiting.
Unwilling to deny Delia this when she so obviously wanted it, Colin nodded. But when he moved to withdraw his fingers, McConnell halted him.
“No, keep doing what you’re doing. This will make it hotter for her, harder to resist coming. And no coming without permission, Delia,” he ordered. “Remember, Colin decides when you get to have an orgasm.”
“Please, Sir, may I come?” she begged, panting.
“Not yet.” The surge of power from that was mind-boggling, and Colin’s throat tightened with emotion. “Soon.”
McConnell smiled tightly, then raised his hand. Just as Colin plunged his fingers inside Delia’s sheath, McConnell brought his palm down against the lower curve of her backside, brushing against the edge of Colin’s hand.
Delia screamed, and flooded Colin’s fingers with moisture. She clenched around him, on the verge of a violent orgasm.
She started pleading again, pushing up onto her toes, trying to get closer to his fingers and McConnell’s hand, which hovered just above her. Her nails made a scratching noise on the floor as she fought to follow the rules.
“One more, love,” Colin said, slowing the pace of his hand. He stroked a finger across her anus, and she shuddered.
Delia’s breath rasped in and out, her back heaving. She was ready. He nodded at McConnell, who nodded back. Once again, the man waited until Colin had plunged his fingers deep inside Delia’s body before spanking her again in the same place, so loud the smack echoed in the room.
“Come for me, Delia,” Colin said.
She exploded, screaming his name, twisting, trying to bring her legs together, but the spreader bar prevented that, making her work that much harder for her orgasm. Her breath rasped in and out, and his heart thudded in response. Jesus, he’d never seen anything like her release, as if it was torn from her very soul.