I could fight out of his hold. Both Mav and I knew this. But the way he held me in place, daring me to try and fight him, told me that wasn’t what Maverick needed right now. If he wanted a fight, the hold would be looser, allowing me to breakfree with less chance of being accidentally hurt. Maverick and I were nearly perfect in the way we bounced off each other, but there were times when he had opposite needs. This wasn’t one of those.
I relaxed. Mav’s fingers twitched minutely, but it was enough of a sign for me to know I had made the right choice.
“Don’t think giving in means I’ll go easy on you, slut.”
Maverick’s front pushed against my ass, his bulge slotting between my cheeks.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, Sir.”
Mav grunted, his hand finally releasing my neck. Then he tore my sweats in two.
“Fuck.” My dick was painfully pinned between my torso and the desk, but it still tried to twitch at the display of dominance. I pressed my palms flat against the wood and pushed out, exposing more of my ass to my Dom.
He squeezed my cheeks roughly and groaned with appreciation. “You really are a fucking slut. Who doesn’t wear underwear when they’re running errands?”
“Your whole caveman act wouldn’t have been nearly as sexy if I had another layer on,” I commented mildly.
The sharp sting against my ass cheek had my teeth sinking into my lip to keep me from calling out. Maverick didn’t know the definition of a light spank.
“You’re so fucking mouthy.” Smack, smack. “You really don’t know when to shut up, do you?” Smack, smack.
I grimaced at the bloom of pain. The fucker was hitting the same spot over and over. He knew how much I hated that. And loved it. I tried to move my hips, pushing back into his meaty hand, and if it gave more friction to my poor dick, then I wasn’t complaining.
Obviously, my damn sadist boyfriend wasn’t having any of it, though.
His hand was heavy on my back, holding me in place. “You were asking for this, toy. Take what you so desperately wanted, like the good little slut you are.”
“Fuck.”
After a few more spanks, Maverick’s fingers curled in my short ponytail and tugged my head back until my neck was exposed at a brutal angle. I tried to suck in a breath, but it was impossible.
“Open.”
I opened my mouth on reflex, and then two fingers were shoved inside without any ceremony.
“Suck them good, Skye. That’s the only lube you’re getting.”
Fuck. Why did that turn me on so much?
I wrapped my lips around the two digits, sucking them like they were his dick. He pushed them in till they were touching the back of my throat. It would’ve made me wretch if I had any gag reflex left, but that was long gone. I swallowed and hollowed out my cheeks.
Mav pulled his fingers out as suddenly as he’d pushed them in. Then he was kicking my legs farther apart, his thumb on the other hand pushing my cheek back so he could have room.
Despite his claim not to use any other lube, he spit on my exposed hole twice, then pushed one of his fingers I’d sucked in.
Prep was rough. Quick and dirty, barely enough to be considered prep, but it was exactly how I liked it. Besides, I stretched myself out in the shower every morning anyway. My men were into free use, and while that was more of a thing with Brooks, it didn’t hurt to be prepared.
Mav removed his fingers, and I gasped at the sudden emptiness. He spit again, but this time it must’ve been on his cock because I didn’t feel it. I wanted to try and turn my head to look at him, but it would just piss Mav off when he was in this kind of mood.
I relaxed my body, ready to take everything he gave me. The hand that caressed my cheek was uncharacteristically tender, causing me to grin. Mav knew I would safeword if I didn’t like any of this, and he could read my body better than anyone else, so the quick, nonverbal check-in wasn’t necessary but still appreciated. Then he spread my cheeks and pushed his way inside.
It was too tight, too dry, but the burn was fucking everything. The way Maverick’s palm pressed into the small of my back, keeping me still, anchored me. My brain went quiet, my only concern was the beautiful mix of pleasure and pain as Maverick sunk into me.
He was mostly silent, which wasn’t typical for him but showed how gone he was. The only noises in the room were the steady slaps of flesh against flesh and the consistent thuds of the desk as my body rocked against it over and over again. My knuckles were white from gripping the edge, my dick so hard it fucking hurt. My hole burned, and my ass wasn’t any better, especially when Maverick pushed his finger into the sore spot.
Then his hips faltered, and Maverick grunted as he came. “Fuck,” he whispered, his body convulsing with the movements.
Maverick pulled out quickly, a trail of cum leaving with him, spilling out of my hole and down my thigh. I only managed to suck in a breath before I was being spun around to face him. Maverick fell to his knees in front of me.
