And I was letting her.

Because the thought of coming in her mouth right now held more than a little appeal. More than a lot of appeal. I slid a hand down to gently touch the back of her head, and she froze.

I didn’t push it. But damn if I didn’t want to. I wanted to cram it down her throat.

I restrained myself.

Barely.

It took a fuckton of willpower. She didn’t move her head, though her sinful tongue continued to swirl around me, twining heat up every nerve ending from where her scorching mouth sucked me, all through my tight gut, the blood scalding my veins.

She seemed to be enjoying this power—her low moans responded directly to my rushed breathing. And that was when I decided that I couldn’t take it a second longer.

I gently applied pressure to her head, pushing her toward me. Her head only gave an inch before she stopped again, holding fast to her position. I thrust my hips forward, suddenly losing control.

And that was my mistake.

Her body buckled when she gagged. I pulled out immediately, ready to untie her, ready to kneel down and comfort her, apologize.

She was doubled over, coughing.

Oh shit. I’d gone too far.

I was shocked to hear her laughing. Laughing.

“What is so fucking funny?”

“I can’t stop thinking about that ridiculous name—robot cock. It distracted me and I gagged.”

“Robocock,” I corrected. “And that was feeling good, goddamn it. You’re naughty”

She let loose a long, melodramatic sigh. “I guess I am a naughty girl.” The dare in her voice was unmistakable.

I reached down, grabbed her knotted wrists, and jerked her off her knees to stand in front of me. Then I bent so that we were nose to nose—or, at least, I perceived that we were. I still couldn’t see a goddamn thing.

“Would you like to know what I do to naughty girls?” I turned and, pulling her behind me, peeked from under the blindfold to prevent myself from bumping into furniture on the way to the dining table. I replaced the blindfold once there.

“What are you going to do?” I couldn’t help but grin. She was loving this game as much as I was. Hell yes. “Is this where you make me walk the plank, Cap’n Drake?” She laughed.

“No walking the plank. But you’ll be riding my plank soon.”

“Suave,” she said.

I pushed her shoulders down, pressing the upper half of her body flush against the dining table. She sucked in air, but I couldn’t tell whether it was from excitement or surprise—possibly both. Grabbing the belt around her wrists, I tied it to the chair opposite where she bent.

Then I came up behind her, fondling her round ass before opening my palm and smacking it soundly. The sound alone made me throb with need.

“Ow,” she exclaimed. “What the fuck?”

“Bad girls need spankings,” I explained then punctuated it with another smack on her other cheek. I wasn’t screwing around—I knew those hits had hurt. She strained against the tie, as if she wanted to stand up, and I pressed my left hand to the small of her back to hold her down.

She hissed out a breath, and every muscle in her body tensed up.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“Do your worst,” she replied between clenched teeth.

“Challenge accepted.” Two more whacks . “For the shitty Speedo.” She actually laughed, though it was a tight, tense one.

I rubbed her ass. The heat on her skin from my not-so-light smacks only turned me on more. She let out a long breath and then shakily took another one. I waited another minute before I spanked her twice again, making sure she was unaware it was coming and had relaxed.

“What were those for?”

“For doubting I’d get here on time. As if there was any reality where I’d miss this wedding.”

A pause. “I never doubted. However, I did like to taunt you about it.”

“Should I taunt you with more spanking, then?”

She took a long breath and let it go. “I’m not afraid of you.”

I said nothing, but slapped her two more times. My cock throbbed with the sound of every hit.

“What were those for?” she asked, her voice quieter, more husky. But I couldn’t tell if it was because she was aroused or about to cry. Maybe both.

“Those were because this is turning me on.”

“You already seem to be horny to begin with.”

“You can never be too aroused.” I bent and kissed the back of her neck, moving my mouth all the way down her spine, aware of every minute reaction from her.

Each involuntary intake of breath, each squirm, each shiver of creamy skin under my fingertips, each reluctant but vitally necessary sigh from her mouth went straight into my blood like a glorious drug. And the feel of goosebumps across the flesh of her soft arms, her silky thighs—it made me shiver in anticipation. I was high from touching her, hearing the sounds of my hands smacking her ass.

Two more smacks totaled ten, and I stopped. I could tell she was trying to hide tears from me. I touched her moist cheek. “Want me to stop?”

“I want you to stop screwing around and fuck me.”

I bent and kissed her tears away. They were cold and salty. “Challenge enthusiastically accepted.” Stepping away from her, I turned to find my pants where I’d discarded them on the ground. There were four more condoms in the pocket—I’d been over-the-top optimistic about this evening. I bent and retrieved them, grabbed one, and put the other three on the nightstand.

Then I returned to the table where I’d left her, eyes averted until I replaced my blindfold. I tore the foil packet and put on the condom.

“Ladies and gentlemen, for the second time tonight, he has perfectly managed a condom while blindfolded. And the crowd goes wild.”

“Pfft. You do it in the dark all the time. No big feat.”

“I’ve got your big feat right here,” I murmured as I positioned myself behind her. She tensed with anticipation. I bent, pressing my chest to her back, kissing her cheek, her neck, her shoulders. Then, straightening, I thrust into her.

Her gasp alone almost made me come. And if I didn’t slow down, this was going to be a lot of buildup for an underwhelming result. I didn’t want that.

I paused, listening to her rushed breathing. “Do you know what it feels like for me to be inside you?” I asked and kissed between her shoulder blades. She tightened around me. “It feels like stepping into a warm pool when it’s cold outside. It feels like a hot shower after a long day. It feels like home.”