Page 112 of For I Have Sinned

I move to his side and position myself over his lap, the fabric of his pajama bottoms warm against my skin. Staring straight ahead, my body twitches as he runs his hand over my ass.

“Are you ready?” he asks.

“Yes,” I respond softly.

I hear him lift his hand, and I squeeze my eyes shut as I wait for the impact. I’ve been spanked before while being with a guy, and I loved it, but this was a whole new level of having pain mixed with pleasure. My heart thrums in my chest. The anticipation is killing me, and Alex knows this.

That is why he is dragging it out. The suspense is just part of my punishment. Finally, the braided ropes hit my skin, making me gasp before a quiet cry of pleasure slips out, and I quickly clamp my mouth shut.

“How did that feel?” Alex questions while rubbing the sensitive area.

“Fine,” I say with a shortened breath.

“Just fine?” His hand leaves my ass, slowly running up my spine and to the nape of my neck, where his fingers find their way into my messy hair. He palms my scalp, gripping the strands, and pulls me backward. “Given your reaction, I think it was better than fine. Why are you lying?”

He is so sexy when he takes charge like this, and I’m totally okay with giving him the reins.

“It felt good,” I say breathlessly.

“Do you want me to do it again?” He smooths his lips over my temple.

“Yes,” I say. “Please.”

“Mmm,” he hums, still tightly holding my hair as he brings the whip up again and makes contact with my reddened skin. I jolt forward, choking on the air because this time was a little harder, but it still felt good. “I love the sound of you begging. Would you like me to do it harder?”

Before I can think of a response, the word yes flies out of my mouth.

“Good, because this is the last one. We need to make it count.” Alex releases my head, and I drop back down onto his lap as the ropes lash against my skin, causing me to bite my lip to hold back my scream.

He kept his word and made this one harder than the other two. It hurt like a bitch, but he is quick to get rid of the pain by dipping his hand between my legs. His circles are slow and deliberate to try to distract me, but between the pain and the pleasure, my mind is going crazy.

“Are you ready to listen and get on the bed?”

“Yes.”

Alex withdraws his hands from between my legs. “Stand up.”

I do as he says, wincing at the rawness I’m feeling from where he whipped me.

“I want your back against the wall, legs spread wide so I can see everything,” he demands.

I swallow with a nod and climb into his bed, positioning myself the way he wants me.

“How many orgasms will you give yourself tonight? One? Four?”

My eyes widen at his question. I knew he stood outside my room and listened to me get off, but I didn’t think he stayed for the nights I kept going and going.

“One,” I answer him. “I want you to give me the rest.”

“Good answer.” A half smile ghosts across his lips. “Go ahead, Celine. Show me how you make yourself come when you are alone because hearing it through a door isn’t enough.”

Heat flushes across my skin as I imagine him standing outside the bedroom door, listening to me. My body begins to buzz with excitement as I close my eyes and dip my hand between my legs. As soon as my finger brushes against my clit, my body ignites.

This time in my fantasy, Alex isn’t standing at the end of the bed. Which is funny because when I would be doing this in the comfort of my own room, that is exactly where I pictured him—at the end of the bed, watching me. And as hot as it is knowing that is where he is standing now, I can’t help but imagine that he is behind the door, listening to me and fighting the urge to barge in.

My fingers move in a slow, circular motion over my clit, and I bite my bottom lip to keep myself quiet.

“What are you thinking about, little sin?” Alex asks, his voice dripping with hunger.