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“You need my cock inside you, don’t you, Steph,” he demanded, abruptly fisting her hair and jerking back her head. “Tell me the truth. You must always tell me the truth!”
Chapter 6
Steph uttered something that sounded likeyes, Sir,but her body melting against him was all the response Marco needed. Though he hadn’t been certain, he thought he’d recognized her frustrated submissive soul the night he’d watched her at the club. It was coming more evident he’d been right.
Sliding his hand over her backside and into her pussy, he shoved a finger into her channel, moving it in and out as he crushed her lips with his. Her muffled moans and puckered nipples pressed against his chest sent a surge of energy through his loins. Abruptly releasing her, he turned off the faucets.
“You’re a beast,” she mumbled, leaning against him breathless and red-faced. “An absolute beast.”
“You bet,” he growled, bustling her from the shower and scooping her up, “and you’re the beauty who’s about to get her socks blown off.”
“But I’m all wet,” she squealed as he carried her dripping body into the bedroom.
“I know, wet and ready,” he retorted, tossing her on the bed and climbing on top of her. “Stop talking. I only want to hear your gasps and screams.”
“But—”
“Would you prefer a gag?”
Staring up at him, her brow crinkled, then she shook her head.
“You can cry and moan all you need to, and you can climax when you want.”
As she stared at him in surprise, he grinned down at her.
“I’m known for unpredictability,” he declared. “Close your eyes, and don’t dare open them until I tell you.”
With a gasp, she squeezed them shut, then bleated out a whimper.
Holding her arms on either side of her head, he licked the droplets of water from her neck and her shoulders. She moaned softly, but when he released her to clutch her breasts and hungrily suck in her nipples, she cried out and raised her chest for more. He obliged, tightening his grasp and nipping with his teeth. Though she let out a yelp, she spread her legs and squirmed beneath him, trying to rub her pussy against his thigh.
“Your tits,” he muttered, slapping one, then the other, “should be punished just like your ass.”
Fervently shaking her head, she threw her arms over her chest.
“Stop pretending,” he said sternly, grabbing her wrists and yanking them away. “You want to feel what it’s like to have your nipples clamped and your tits flogged. You want to be at my club on the wheel, in the stocks, or tied and spread-eagled on my wooden X. You crave everything you saw that night, don’t you, Steph?”
She opened her mouth as if to speak, but all she offered was a whimper.
“I’m going to take you there one night after it closes. Imagine, just the two of us, and all that decadent equipment. But right now, I’m going to enjoy you for a while.”
Moving to kneel between her spread legs, he pressed his fingers into her sex and tweaked her sensitive nub.
“This needs a spanking too, and it will get one when I have you back in the basement on my spanking chair, though,” he murmured, pausing for effect, “I can give you a taste.”
He quickly delivered several slaps. Squealing loudly, she tried to close her legs.
“Bad girl,” he growled, smacking her inner thighs, evoking a high-pitched cry. “That’s why you have to be in my chair tied apart.”
Abruptly rubbing her clit evoked another loud wail. He didn’t know if it was from the threat or his erotic massage, but he continued, occasionally slapping her thighs to add spice to the tantalizing torture. Watching her closely and building her orgasm, he backed off when it appeared she was getting close.
But aching to slam his rigid member into her slick passage, he hastily rolled her over and jerked her hips into his pelvis. Gazing down at her pink, blotchy bottom, a grim smile curled his lips.
“Look at your ass. Still marked,” he grunted, landing a few hot smacks before positioning himself at her entrance. “I’ll be keeping it that way.”
She salaciously wriggled her hips.
Taking her response as an invitation, he smacked her several times before plunging forward and thrusting with quick, strong strokes. Her cries grew louder, but when she threw back her head and arched her back, he stopped.
