Page 64 of Ravaged With You

“I like that,” he murmurs, trailing a finger from my clit all the way to my ass. I bite my lower lip, wondering if he’s going to fuck me there, and surprised by how much I want him too.

“I’m going to spank you, baby. And then I’m going to fuck you.”

“Yes, please,” I murmur, then bite my lip when he bends over me, his cock pressed hard against my rear as he reaches for one breast. With his other hand, he fingers my pussy. I moan as he twists my nipple, then sigh with pleasure as he teases my clit. “You’re so wet, baby. Let’s see if we can’t take you to the edge.”

I feel the bed shift, then the stroke of his palm against my rear. I bite my lip, certain what’s coming, but unprepared for the sweet sting when it finally arrives. I’ve never been spanked before, but I can’t deny the way my body reacts to the sting, my nipples tightening, my pussy throbbing, and then a warm tingling sensation coursing through me as he rubs the sore spot with the palm of his hand.

“You like that,” he says, his tone suggesting he wasn’t sure.

“Yes,” I say simply. “Are you going to do it again?”

“Do you want me to?”

“Yes, please.”

He doesn’t answer, but I hear his sharp intake of breath. He spanks me again, that sting followed by the sweet pleasure of his soothing ministrations. Again, then again, a bit harder each time until my body is on fire and my pussy is so wet and needy I’m fighting not to beg.

As if he can read my mind, he moves behind me, then thrusts his cock into me, so hard and fast that I gasp from the combination of pain and pleasure. He bends over, one hand cupping my sensitive breast and his other beneath me teasing my clit as he fucks me so hard I’ll probably have friction burns on my knees. And I want that—oh, how I want it. This sensual assault, the pain and the pleasure, and the visible marks to show that, finally, he surrendered and claimed me.

“That’s it, baby,” he says. He’s close, I’m certain, and so am I. My body poised to explode, to shatter all around him. “Come for me,” he murmurs, and it’s as if my body has no choice but to bend to his will, because that’s when I explode, the world shattering around me as I lose myself to the power of the pleasure from this mind-blowing orgasm.

Finally, I collapse, Red on top of me. I’m breathing deep, lost in a haze, and I only barely notice when he removes my blindfold and unties my wrists. I feel his body shift and realize he’s stretched out beside me, but I don’t move or open my eyes. Not yet.

All I want to do is stay here, boneless and sated. But at the same time, I want more.

I want it all.

I roll over, then push myself up and move to straddle him. His eyes flicker open, and he smiles at me. “Well, hello there.”

“You held back,” I accuse.

Something flickers in his eyes. “Maybe. A little.”

I slide down so that I can feel his cock against my ass. I grind against him, my hands flat on his chest. “I want more.”

His grin is slow and utterly kissable. He cups my ass and squeezes. “I can go another round.”

He starts to roll us over, but I interrupt. “No. That’s not what I meant. I want more.”

“Jo—”

“No. No way. I’ve got the floor.” A muscle in his cheek contracts, and I know he understands where I’m going with this. I rush to continue. “I’m not naïve. I read books. I watch movies. I live in this world. I know what it is you’re into, or at least I think I do. You need to talk to me, Red. You need to tell me what you want. Because that was one hell of an amazing orgasm you gave me, but even with the ropes and the spanking, it was pretty damn vanilla.”

“You don’t—”

“No, I don’t. Because you haven’t showed me. And maybe I don’t know, but I know enough to know you’re not just into kink. We’re talking hard core, right? Domination. Submission. And maybe I am naive, but I trust you, dammit. And the thing is, I have needs, too.”

“Do you?” The question has an edge to it, as if he’s almost afraid of what I’ll say.

“You, Red. I need you. And that means that wherever you need to go, I’ll follow. Not because you’re forcing me to do something I don’t want to do. But because I want to follow you there.”

“Did you and Mel ...?”

“No.” I feel my cheeks heat, which is a ridiculous reaction considering we’re naked and talking about kink. “I told you. I, um, suggested stuff a couple of times, not hardcore. But…”

I trail off with a shrug.

“What?”