Page 105 of Hallowed Bones

“That’s right—just like this,” I rasp. “Don’t let go or I’ll stop.”

Her lips curve into a knowing smile. “You don’t want to stop.”

“You’re right,” I say, bending over her. I reach up and pinch one of her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, rolling it. She arches her back as her mouth parts on a moan. “How about this, then—if you let go, I’ll spank you.”

“Reyes—ah!” The sharp squeal of surprise leaves her lips as, in response to her whines, I release her nipple and bring the flat of my palm down on it. She gasps, her legs shifting over the end of the desk. My eyes shoot up to the door. I closed it when I came in to wake her after hearing her sounds of distress. It’s not locked, though. If one of the others were to hear her, they might ruin the fun.

“No more of that,” I tell her. “In fact, why don’t you stay quiet for the rest of this.” I tilt my head and grin down at her. “We’ll make a game of it. For every word you utter, I’ll spank you.”

With one hand on the slight rise of her stomach, I trace it upward. “On your tits,” I say, stroking the underside of one before stretching back down to her belly and then lower. With my other hand, I lift up her legs and hook them over my hips. Her ass dimples where the end of the desk presses into it. “Maybe on your ass.” I cup her between her legs, and she jerks, releasing a fresh whimper. “Or … maybe I’ll spank you right here.”

Delving my fingers between her folds, I stroke through to find her soaked. “You like that idea?” I ask as I thrust two fingers into her.

Haven’s whole body moves up sharply against the sudden intrusion. “Reyes, I swear, if you don’t—”

Removing my fingers from her pussy, I drop her thighs, grip her hips, and flip her onto her front. Her hands are forced to let go of the desk’s edge—my fault. I take that into consideration when my hand meets her ass. Her feet kick into the air, the height of the desk making it impossible for them to remain flat on the floor.

Six slaps—three to one side of her ass and three to the other. She cries out, the sound echoing into the arched ceiling of the room and all around us. When I’m done, I cup her flesh. The heat searing into my palms isn’t nearly enough. Her back and shoulders shift up and down with each ragged breath she takes.

“I think having you this way is easier,” I murmur, bending to press a kiss to her back. “Good girl.”

A low growl emits from her throat as she turns her cheek and glares back at me. Amusement fills my chest as I lean forward and stroke her hair away from her face so that she can glower without the barrier.

My eyes trail back down the length of her body. The delicate curve of her body and the bones of her shoulders standing out where she keeps her arms stretched above her. She’s laid out beneath me like something holy and half ruined.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spy the matching tie to one of our uniforms hanging off the side of the desk. Reaching for it, I grab her hands and—instead of ordering her to lift them again—I bring them around to the small of her back.

“There,” I say as I wrap the length of the tie around her wrists and tighten them together, binding them at the small of her back. “This is much better.”

“Reyes, I—”

Stepping back, I put one hand on her wrists and bring the other up.

“No, wait!” she snaps, but it’s too late. I bring my hand down right beneath the curve of her ass cheek with a resounding clap.

Haven cries out again, her shoulders leaving the desk as she struggles against my pinning hold. I spank her a second time on the other side of her ass, right in the same crevice. This time, however, she merely gasps.

Once that’s done, I delve back between her thighs to make sure she’s still as into this as I am. Sweet, wet, heat clenches around my fingers. Relief is as violent inside of me as hunger for more.

“You can handle this,” I assure her. “You can handle everything I have to give you, can’t you?”

She moans as I continue to thrust my fingers into her. Withdrawing as her soft insides clamp tight, I savor the sensation of her muscles as they attempt to clutch at me, keep me inside of her. Once I’m nearly free of her body, I spear my digits into her once more and scissor them apart, stretching her walls. A low, throaty sound of desperation echoes from her.

Haven’s own hands are clenched into tight fists, knuckles white, nails disappearing into her palms. A part of me wants her to try to speak again. I’d love any excuse to pepper her ass with slaps. To watch it turn pink and then red, to spread her thighs and deliver one to her little clit and see if she screams and comes from just that alone.

I grip one of her thighs and lift until her knee is propped on the edge of the desk, and she has only one leg stretched down to the floor. Wetness drips from her pussy, sliding down the inside of her thighs. Unable to help myself, I go to my knees, gripping the hard length of my cock as I’m presented with the softest, sweetest-looking pussy I’ve ever seen.

I stroke myself from base to tip as I lean forward and inhale the scent of her. She squirms. Uncomfortable? Not for long. Opening my mouth, I drag the flat of my tongue up the center of her. Haven’s response is a full-body shudder that works through each of her limbs.

Honey, spice, and something altogether wicked drips down the back of my throat. I dive in for more, lapping at her slit and licking away all the wetness coating her pussy. Each stroke of my tongue wrings soft noises from the woman pressed to the desk above me, but I’m lost in the taste of her.

Swallowing back another mouthful of her heady flavor, I groan into her folds and seek down to find her clit. Taking the tender nub between my lips, I suck delicately at the throbbing bundle. Haven’s gasp fills my ears and then her cry as fresh wetness gushes down my chin. I chuckle into her, feeling a little lightheaded and more than ready for more.

Pulling myself from her delicious heat and getting to my feet takes effort. She’s panting and moaning as she squirms atop the desk. I cup one hand beneath her raised leg and hold it there as I reach for my cock. Dragging the head of my cock up and down her spit-and-juice-drenched folds, I stare down at her.

“So … utterly … wreckable…” The words are flowing from my mouth, unbidden. My attention is on the heat of her. This time, I’m not sure if I’m talking about her or myself. Because—just from that one taste of her alone—I am the one wrecked.

As that word slams into my head, I still my movements, press the head of my cock into her opening, and slam inside.