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Suddenly, his palm comes down hard on my ass in a sharp smack. I gasp into his mouth.
“I told you,” he murmurs against my lips, “every time you rolled your eyes at me, you were going to get spanked.”
I pull back just enough to stare at him, shocked. I didn’t think he’d actually follow through. But what surprises me even more is the way the sting blooms into heat that spreads through my entire body, making me ache in a way I don’t want to admit.
He holds my gaze as his hands slide under the hem of my dress, caressing my bare thighs. The feeling of his rough palms on my skin, no fabric between us now, sends fresh sparks racing through me.
He bunches my dress up around my waist, exposing me, and brings his hand down on my other cheek with another firm smack. I gasp again. The pain melts into pleasure almost instantly.
He rubs the spot soothingly, then smacks me once more. “You like being spanked, don’t you?”
His voice is dark, satisfied. “You like being punished.”
My whole body is buzzing now, every nerve alive and humming with forbidden pleasure.
I can’t fathom what is wrong with me. Why does this feel so good? Why am I getting so wet from his dominance, from the sting of his palm on my ass?
Roman’s hands move up, reaching for the front of my dress. He frees my breasts. the gown’s built-in support makes a bra unnecessary, so they spill out into his waiting hands.
He curses under his breath, low and reverent. “I’ve dreamt about these breasts for the past week.”
He pinches one nipple lightly, and I throw my head back with a moan.
“Ever since that video call,” he murmurs, his gaze lingering on me with undisguised admiration, “when you showed up all oiled up, I haven’t been able to get you out of my head.”
"Don't say it." God, I want nothing more than to forget that humiliating moment.
His mouth is on me, hot and wet, sucking hard while his hand caresses and kneads the other. He alternates between sucking and gentle bites that send sharp sparks of pleasure straight to my core.
He kisses a path from my breasts to my neck and back again, devouring me. One of his hands slides down my body until he reaches between my thighs. He shifts my panties aside, and I’m soaked, dripping onto his thigh.
He looks up at me, eyes dark. “Such a mess for me already… and I’ve barely touched you. So responsive.”
He presses his palm flat against my clit, the firm pressure making me jolt with pleasure. Then he starts circling the sensitive hood with his fingers, slow, teasing strokes that drive me insane.
He caresses my inner thighs before returning to my clit, over and over, never giving me exactly what I crave.
I can’t help it. My hips start bucking against his hand, chasing the friction.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, voice rough with approval. “Ride my hand, baby.”
I hold onto his neck for support as the pleasure builds unbearably. It crashes over me suddenly, hard, intense, leaving me jerking and gasping as I come on his fingers.
When I finally open my eyes, he’s watching me, his eyes filled with raw desire.
“You just came for me… from me barely touching you,” he says, voice low and filthy. “I wonder how hard you’re going to come when I bury my fingers deep inside you… or my cock.”
His dirty words should shock me. Instead, they only heighten the aching need still pulsing through my body. It feels like I’m going to explode if he doesn’t touch me again, if he isn’t inside me soon.
“Look at you,” Roman murmurs, voice dark with satisfaction. “Such a mess for me already. You want my cock inside you, don’t you?”
I’m too needy, too ashamed of how badly I do, to even deny it. I want to shake my head, but my body wouldn't let me.
God, his kiss is nothing like Luca's. Luca's kiss leaves me panicked and terrified, but Roman's makes me want to submit.
He kisses me again, deep and consuming, as his hand slides back between my thighs. One thick finger slowly sinks into me. I gasp into his mouth. He swallows the sound and starts moving, fucking me with that single finger. Then he adds another, stretching me, filling me.
I moan helplessly as his thumb circles my clit in perfect rhythm with his fingers. He curves them just right, hitting a spot inside me that makes stars explode behind my eyelids. He kisses me through it, whispering filthy things against my ear while gently biting my earlobe.
