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“If you don’t like this, tell me and I’ll stop.” He soothed my burning butt cheeks with soft caresses.
“I’m not sure if I like it yet, but don’t stop.”
Taking me at my word, his hand dropped down three more times, hitting a different spot each spank. I whimpered, and my head reared back so I could see him. His eyes were on my bottom, looking at me like a starving man. One finger trailed along the valley between my thighs, from my clit to my ass. He brought his finger to his mouth and sucked my flavor, his eyes closing as he groaned.
“I think you do like it,” he said. “How can this be a punishment if it makes your pussy this wet?”
I wiggled my hips back and forth. “I’ve been wet all week. You keep kissing me and kissing me, leaving me on the edge. You could blow on my pussy and I’d come.”
“Hmmm.” Using two fingers, he parted the lips between my legs and blew cool air on my pulsing, swollen folds. I didn’t come, but my spine bowed hard while I mewled and clawed at my blankets. “Close. So close. But not enough.”
Lachlan continued my punishment, spanking my butt and thighs while he told me how pretty my pussy was, that he hadn’t stopped thinking about it since he first slid into me, how he jerked off to the thought of me. Every word he said, punctuated by the never-ending slap of his palm against my flesh, sank into the places in my mind that had been worried he didn’t want me like I wanted him. That was when I gave in, fully relaxing, almost melting across his thighs.
He gripped my butt cheek, giving it a jiggle again. “So pretty and red for me. Are you going to be my sweet girl and listen now? Or do I need to keep going?”
“I’ll listen, I promise.”
He cupped my face, leaning down to look at me. “Are you smiling, Ellie?”
“I think I am,” I whispered.
“Fuck, sweet girl.Fuck.” He slid out from under me, rearranging my body so my feet were on the floor and my upper torso folded over the mattress. Lachlan stood behind me, one hand gripping my hip, the other exploring my slick folds. “I need you now. Tell me you’re ready.”
I pushed my butt back, seeking him out. “I’m ridiculously ready. So, so read—”
He plunged into me in one brutal thrust. If I’d been smiling before, I was absolutely euphoric when he didn’t give me a single moment to get used to him. As soon as his hips met my ass, he pulled out and slammed back in, over and over. He was relentless, fucking me hard, desperate. Showing me he’d been missing this as much as I had. It was exactly how I needed him to take me, to erase the last of my doubts. The voices in my head were quiet as I gave myself over to this man, this experience.
Without warning, my inner walls clamped down on him. I was coming so hard, I saw stars behind my eyelids. I cried his name, and nearly sobbed with relief. I’d needed this, from him, more than I could explain or understand.
“Such a good girl. So naughty, but I like that. I like when you’re naughty for me because you want me to get you in line.”
I couldn’t bring myself to speak with any kind of coherence, so I reached back, wrapping my fingers around his wrist, needing that anchor. Lachlan grunted, plunging into me harder.
“So sweet. That’s my sweet. Only mine. You give it all to me. Even when you gave me poison, I always knew there was sweet under there. It’s all mine, Ellie. Every ounce of this sweet is mine.”
It was. It was his. No one else had ever called me sweet or brought that out of me. Any sweet he saw was because of him.
He leaned over me, blanketing me with his body, touching his lips to my shoulders, my nape, my spine. Giving me soft with the unforgiving rhythm of his hips colliding with my ass.
His face was beside mine, peering into my glassy eyes. “So fucking pretty, El. Pretty when you’re sassy. Pretty when you’re obeying. Can’t get enough of that mouth, this tight pussy, those blue eyes. Can’t look away from you.”
“I can’t look away from you,” I slurred.
“Fuck, Elena.” His lips trailed over my face, kissing me everywhere he could reach before he lifted off my back, gripped both of my hips, and powered into me.
Raising one of my knees on the bed, I angled my hips so my clit hit the edge of the mattress each time Lachlan thrust into me. It was all I could do not to scream the house down as my next orgasm flooded through me. I was lost to it, floating and being pulled under again and again.
“Oh, fuck, Ellie. Your perfect little pussy is rippling around my cock. I’m gonna fill you up with my cum until it drips down your thighs. I want to make a mess of you.” He braced one hand on my nape, the other on the base of my spine, flattening me into the bed. “Tell me if I need to pull out. Gotta tell me now.”
I shook my head. If he pulled out, I’d murder him. “Come in me. Give it to me.”
Lachlan released a low roar as he vibrated behind me. His strokes became shorter, stronger, until I could barely breathe. The slap of his skin on mine filled the room, soon replaced by his deep, pained groans as he pushed into me one more time, stilling when he was as deep as he could get. Warmth from his release heated me from the inside out.
He stayed inside me, kissing my back and rubbing my shoulders for long, breathtakingly precious moments. When he pulled out, I was a limp noodle, barely able to roll myself the rest of the way onto the bed. Lachlan was moving around, but to see what he was doing would have required me lifting my head, and I wasn’t into doing that.
I didn’t even move when he touched my burning bottom, spread my legs, and cleaned me with a warm cloth. I thought I was stunned into paralysis. And that was…well, unprecedented.
“I’ll be right back. Don’t move,” he said. My door opened and closed, followed by the faint sound of Lachlan clomping down the stairs.
