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“Do you think I’m just going to stand here and let you—”
I smacked him again across the other cheek. This time he nearly bit through his lip holding the sound in. “That’s better.”
“Fuck you.”
I slid my hand along his ass crack and teased his hole. “Do you miss my dick in here? Do you need me?”
“Yes, goddammit.”
“Before I give you that, I want to make sure you won’t ever run away from me again.
“You don’t own me.”
“Are you so sure?” I smacked the crop across him again, and he pressed his mouth to his forearm muffling his scream.
“Fuck, that hurts.”
“Good.” I brought it down across the back of his thighs, and he whirled around and grabbed my wrist.
“No more.”
“I’m not done with you.”
“I came out here with you to be fucked, and that’s what I expect.”
“I came out here to make you understand who is in control, to make you understand you’ll regret it if you scare me again.”
Most of the tension drained from his body. “You were scared for me?”
“Yes. Now turn around and face the fucking wall.”
“Use your hand to spank me. I want to feel your skin on mine.”
I looked at the stripes the crop had made on his ass and thighs, and I rubbed my fingers over them, pinching the small welts. Fox growled at me but didn’t pull away. “You look so good like this.”
“Fucking sadist.”
“I’m not really. I just like to put you in your place. I want to break you. I want you to admit I own you.”
“Then break me with your dick.”
“Oh, I will, and you’ll love it.”
I brought my hand down over one of the red welts on his ass. He sucked in a short breath, but he didn’t cry out.
“That was good, but I want more. I want you to squirm. I want you to fight.”
“I could top you,” he growled. “I could pin you underneath me, and then I’d be the one in charge.”
“You could, but you won’t. You need this too.” I laid my hand over his mouth. He grabbed my arm, but he didn’t pull it away. He used his other hand to keep himself braced on the wall. I smacked his ass with my hand, giving him stroke after stroke, but I didn’t hit him hard, just enough for him to really feel it.
By the time I stopped, he was fighting me but also sticking his ass out for more. I moved my hand away from his mouth, massaged his shoulders, and ran my hands down his sweat-slicked back. I gripped his ass cheeks, squeezing, knowing it hurt as I pulled them apart.
“How do you feel now?”
“I don’t know. I… I don’t understand this.”
“What, Fox. Tell me what you don’t understand.”
21
FOX
My ass felt like it was on fire. I didn’t want Darren to know how much it got to me, but I was sure he already did. He’d broken me into a thousand pieces. I didn’t know if either of us could put them back together, but I knew I had to keep going, I had to keep trying, and I had to come.
“Does that feel good?” he asked as he squeezed my sore ass.
It didn’t, yet it did. I shook my head.
He dropped to his knees behind me and swiped his tongue over my hole, making me shudder.
“How about that?”
“You fucking know it does.”
“If you want more, tell me what you don’t understand.”
He was going to get it out of me eventually. I might as well give in. “I don’t understand how you do this to me, how I can feel so fucking relaxed, so content when I’m against the side of a barn in the dark, mostly naked, being fucking spanked. How do you make me love it?”
“Because you need to let go. You’re holding too much in, and you need something to help you relax.”
He sniffed. “You’re one to talk.”
“You can worry about fixing me later. The rest of tonight is for you.”
I turned and looked over my shoulder. “But you said—”
“I said I was going to make sure you didn’t run from me again. Are you going to?”
“I’m going to try not to.”
He glared at me for a moment, then nodded. “I suppose with a man like you that’s the best I can expect.”
“And what kind of man is that?”
“Stubborn, arrogant, gorgeous, talented.”
“Yeah, okay, I’ll go along with that.”
Darren pulled my cheeks apart again and pushed his tongue inside me. I thought I might die right there, and I didn’t care. If someone was moving around in the woods, I didn’t think either of us would hear them. I would take the risk, though. All I cared about was getting more of his tongue fucking me.
I was going to end up with splinters from pressing my hands so hard to the wall. I had to keep reminding myself not to grab my dick. I didn’t need splinters there, but I desperately needed some friction.
