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“We begin again.” As I resumed the spanking, taking my time to enjoy the moment, I realized that this felt right. It was confounding and incredible. Her counts became whispers, my thudding heart drowning out some of the syllables.
“You’re so… mean,” she said in passing.
I teased her again, sliding my fingers past her swollen folds, pumping several times as she did everything that she could to meet the brutal thrusts. I was on fire and in need, the cords on the side of my neck thickening just like my cock, which couldn’t be harder at this point. “You’re right, my beautiful creature.”
When I removed my hand, her sweet nectar covering my long digits, I pulled my fingers to my face then stepped closer so she could see what I was doing. “Delicious. Now, open your mouth for me, baby girl. You need to see how hungry you really are.”
She did so without hesitation, and I shoved all four fingers inside, plunging them deep into her mouth.
“Lick them clean for me, princess.” As I peered down at her, I thought about all the filthy and insanely possessive things I wanted and would do to her. She would soon be in my bed, soon to be my wife. And after that, she’d become my reason for living.
And for dying if necessary.
CHAPTER19
“Love me or hate me, both are in my favor… If you love me, I’ll always be in your heart… If you hate me, I’ll always be in your mind.”
—William Shakespeare
Raven
Love and hate. There really was a fine line, one so thin that a breath of wind could snap it forever. That’s what had occurred in the treachery of our time spent together over the last few hours. What few understood was how few steps there were to go through prior to jumping from one to the other.
I’d hated him with a passion, longing to gouge out his eyes with a serrated spoon.
Then I’d hungered for him with so much intensity I hadn’t been able to think straight.
That had been followed by regret and embarrassment, fury with myself for allowing my guard to fall.
Sadness had overwhelmed the deep emotions, fear and worry that I’d never see the powerful, brutal man outweighing everything else.
The moments where he’d allowed his guard to fall had stripped the rest of mine away. Now the combination of need, desire, attraction, passion, and budding love left me breathless, the hatred dissipating into the floating breeze.
He’d spanked me like a bad little girl yet pleased me with his utter dominance, praising me in such a way I wanted to see admiration and approval in his eyes. That was confusing and thrilling, tantalizing and chilling. I laughed at the rhyme as it floated through my mind, wiggling on the desk as my pussy juice trickled down the insides of both legs, the burn of the paddle being used insanely delicious.
The pain was real, jolting in a way that left me unable to breathe easily, but the need for him, the longing to feel his thick cock buried deep inside of me couldn’t be forgotten or shoved aside. God, I wanted the man. Perhaps that made me a bad person or silly in my desires, but I didn’t care.
As I sucked on his fingers, the taste of my heady longing lingering in my throat, I was entranced by the continuing emotions tearing through my core, filling it with additional heat. I would readily drop to my knees to suck him off, but I longed for his big, fat cock to be driven into my pussy.
“Such a good girl. Aren’t you?” He kept up the brutal pumping for a full ten additional seconds then removed his fingers, holding them into the waning light. “Perfect.”
I licked my lips, thrilled I’d pleased him. The realization was strange, keeping me on the very precipice of a cliff dropping into the abyss. I knew it. I felt it. Yet there was nothing I could do about it.
“Four more. Then we’re done, baby girl.”
Every word from his mouth was dripping with darkness, a promise of things to come.
“Yes, sir.”
I said the words proudly, boldly and I had no fear of what was to come.
When he brought the paddle down each time, I was forced to take deep breaths, the agony blinding yet freeing in a way that couldn’t be explained.
“Twenty-two… Twenty-three… Twenty-four. And… Twenty-five. Thank you very much, sir.”
I no longer jumped when he thudded the paddle next to me on the desk, concentrating more on the sound of his ragged breathing. The man was in dire need to taste me.
Take me.
