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I’d never been ordered around in the bedroom. When Liam said I had been with boys before, it was true. None of the guys I’d been with had the knowledge or confidence to come right out and say what they wanted or, better yet, ask whatIwanted. They assumed and tried, and I pretended it was good but was often left completely unsatisfied.
I’d never been told to masturbate, let alone to let them watch and get off on it. It was the hottest experience of my life.
Up until right this second, apparently.
Liam slid his hand back up my spine, and I arched into his touch like a cat. That was when he took hold of my braid, tugging on it.
“I asked if you want me to spank you.”
Still positioned with my hands on the bed, completely naked and bent over, I was at his mercy. “Doyouwant to spank me?”
“I want to make you feel good, and I will do everything and anything to make you feel good. So, yes or no to turning this sweet ass red?”
My inner muscles clenched. Primed from one orgasm already, I knew it wouldn’t take long for a second. “Yes. Please.”
He quirked a smile. “I love hearing you say please.”
“Please, Liam,” I said, and he closed his eyes for a moment like he was in ecstasy before opening them up to me again. He let go of my hair and moved closer, pressing his thighs against my side and curling one hand around my waist, holding me steady.
“You have to talk to me,” he said, massaging one of my cheeks and then the other, his fingers plumping my skin like he was priming it. “We don’t need safe words or signs. You just tell me how you feel, okay?”
“Okay,” I croaked, clutching the thick comforter tight in my fists, trying to stay relaxed as I felt him shift, knowing what was coming. Yet when his hand landed on my left ass cheek, the rush of air that left my lungs wasn’t from pain, but from relief.
It stung. And I liked it.
He raised his hand again, this time hitting below where he landed the first smack, and I let my head fall to the bed. It was freeing to know the sharp crack was coming, comfort in being able to control how and when it happened.
There was so much I couldn’t control about my body, but this pain? I wanted it.
Neededit.
To know I’d asked for it, could deny it, alter it if I chose to. And because I could, I did.
“Harder,” I said, and he rubbed his palm softly over my left cheek before raising his hand and spanking my right side hard enough that I lurched unexpectedly up the mattress and breathed out a ragged gasp.
Liam kissed my birthmark, his breath hot on my back when he asked, “Too hard?”
I shook my head and stretched my arms out long. “More.”
He raised his hand again and again, spanking me over and over, never hitting the same spot twice in a row, occasionally stopping to check in.
I greedily accepted each strike, giving in to the sensation, letting the ache roll through me, settling in my core. I could feel I was getting wetter, and I guessed Liam could too because he slowed, gentling his slaps to my thighs and eventually stopping after one last smack between my legs, his fingers connecting with the wet flesh.
“Oh god,” I moaned, and he echoed the sentiment.
“Christ, angel, you’re drenched.” He slipped two fingers through the seam of my pussy, rubbing my arousal around my clit. “You did like that, huh?”
I could barely speak, so I nodded instead and felt him move behind me again, this time both of his hands on the backs of my thighs as he spread me open with his fingers. He licked up the length of me, and I cried out, both from pleasure and from the shock of his tongue on me.
He growled against me. “You’re so sweet. Such a sweet fucking girl.”
Then he was sucking on my clit, sinking his fingers into me, while his other hand soothed over my hip and butt to the front of my thigh, which he squeezed, hard and possessive. It only heightened my senses, knowing he loved what he was doing, desired me as desperately as I desired him.
I pushed backward, and he hummed in pure satisfaction, so I did it again, searching for more, for another release, but before I could get there, he stood up and patted my hip. “On your back.”
It took me a moment to connect my mind to my body, and I was slow to roll over. Although when I finally did, he placed his hands on either side of my head, levering over me. “I want to see your face when you come this time.”
I scratched at his jaw, at the day-old bristles, combing up into his unruly waves. “You always so bossy in bed?”
