AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“You’re wet and aching for me, aren’t you?” When she moaned, Hammer smiled. Such a satisfying sound… “You’d like me to drive my cock into your tight little cunt and make you come, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes…” Raine strained against the cuffs and ground into his nimble fingers.
“In time, I will. You belong to Liam and me—now and forever. We own every inch of you, and that includes your screams of ecstasy. No one hears them except us.”
Hammer’s proclamation caused a flurry of loud whispers to fly through the dungeon. He ignored them and directed all his attention and energy to the rhythmic sway of Raine’s slender hips. He reveled in guiding her pleasure.
As Macen drove two fingers deep inside her sweltering core, she gave a high-pitched cry that gripped his cock and pulsed in his brain. The rest of the world dissolved.
“That’s it, Raine. Hand your control over to me. It doesn’t belong to you.”
With every moment that passed, her pink folds shimmered more. Her essence flowed. The spicy scent of her cunt nearly made Hammer groan.
He withdrew his fingers from her clutching walls, then dropped to one knee behind her. Dipping in low, he swiped his tongue over her glistening folds, striking her clit with the tip. Her intoxicating flavor exploded on his taste buds.
Raine mewled long and loud. Her nub of nerves hardened beneath his lips. Christ, he wanted to stay here for hours and lap her up while her cries resonated through his brain. But this scene wasn’t about what he wanted, but what she needed.
After one more deliciously long stroke, he savored her, then slowly stood, smoothing his palm down her ass in a long caress. Raine gave him a pleading groan. The depth of her frustration seared him.
“Yes, precious. That’s exactly what I want… You suffering under my hand,” Macen cajoled. “Because you’re mine to tease, please, torture, and enjoy.”
At his words, her spine dipped. She lifted the firm curve of her ass in the air, ready for whatever sensations he heaped on her next, and melted against the leather-topped frame. So fucking perfect…
Hammer raised the flogger and gripped the handle firmly, feeling his biceps bunch from the weight of the bulky falls. Swinging his arm out to the side, he landed the thick bands over Raine’s ivory ass with a heavy thud.
Raine aahed, flinched. Branding every detail of her response into his brain, Hammer brought the leather down again as he memorized each flex of her thighs, gasp of breath, clench of her ass. She turned rosy. Her breathing accelerated. Macen smiled. She didn’t like outright pain, but when he peeked around to her face, the subtle pinch and smoothing of her brow told him she loved the fuck out of this little sting.
Flicking his wrist every so often, forcing the leather to land with an extra bite, he watched as Raine processed the added sensation with an occasional frown. But it wasn’t long before she strained against her cuffs, arching her ass higher into the air in a silent petition for more.
Hammer heard a familiar, soft chuckle and glanced to his left to find Seth had stopped sceneing, too, and now gazed on with interest. He gave Macen a nod, then resumed his study of Raine’s face once more.
The lull between whacks clearly frustrated her as she cried out and tugged at the cuffs around her wrists.
“Ask for what you want,” Hammer instructed.
Her arms and legs quivered. As he peeked between her thighs, he noted her slickness now coated her entire pussy. She’d swollen with need, gone from pink to a flushed rose pouting for attention. Macen’s mouth watered.
“Yes, Sir,” she mewled. “Please. More.”
Crouching behind her, Hammer leaned in and captured more of her tart, tangy taste. Then he flattened his tongue and swiped over her lush folds and all the way up to the small of her back.
Raine squealed and bucked, panted and gasped. He pinned her in place with a wide palm splayed across the top of her ass to still the writhing roll of her hips.
He rounded the spanking bench and bent until they were face to face. “More what?”
“Everything.”
“I can do that, sweet sub,” Hammer assured before he gripped her hair and took her lips in another savage kiss. He drank down every ounce of her surrender, letting it fill all the empty places inside him he’d never allowed another sub to touch.
Tapering away, he released her hair and stood. She relaxed on the bench now. His chest expanded, and a potent rush of power blasted through him. Fuck, he wanted his whip—his go-to toy. He knew he could kiss her with it so sweetly and send her flying. But she’d asked him not to use it, and he wouldn’t betray her trust.
Clenching his jaw, he strode to the back of the bench again. The scent of her feminine musk filled his senses and lingered on his tongue like a drug. Lovingly, he brushed his fingers over the imprint of his slap. The mark still stood visible but blended beautifully with the warm, reddened flesh of her backside.
