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Sweet fuck, was this man going down an invisible list of every top fantasy I never even knew I had and ticking them off? “Um… no. I mean, I haven’t tried it. But…”
“Yes, you want to?” he grumbled, his chest rumbling against my back, his hand tightening ever so slightly around my throat.
I nodded. “I do,” I rasped, pressing my neck even harder into his restraining grip.
“I have to admit, I’ve had more than a few fantasies about punishing you for all the naughty things you’ve done over the past few days.” He shifted under me. “Facedown, Sunshine, over my lap.”
I wanted to do just that, but he didn’t wait for me to obey. His hand stayed on my neck, gentle but immovable, as he positioned me like a doll so that I was facedown, staring at the pillow-covered floor. His hand was on the back of my neck now, and his other drawing smooth circles over my bare ass. “If you need me to stop, just say that: stop. One word, Sunshine. But I think you need this now, don’t you?”
I wasn’t at all certain, but I managed to squeak out, “Yes.”
He purred the tiniest bit, and I relaxed. “You signed a contract you had no legal right to sign, Sunshine,” he said, and raised his hand, bringing it down with a loud clap. I jolted, feeling the sting. But it hadn’t hurt exactly. It just felt warm. A trickle of wetness seeped out of my opening, falling on his trousers before I could squeeze my legs together to stop it.
He lifted his hand again. “You came under my control, onto my boat, on false pretenses.” Another light slap on the other cheek. As he peppered a few more gentle blows, the heat intensified, the vibrations traveling lower to where my pleasure was already beginning to build. My nipples hardened, rubbing against the cloth beneath me.
“More,” I mumbled, grabbing handfuls of the sheet.
“Oh yes, naughty girl. You’re going to get a lot more.” As he spoke, he rained down slaps on my ass and thighs, none of them so painful that I wanted to cry, but hard enough that the stings took a moment to dissolve into a welcome heat. The ones on my thighs stung more, the burn dissipating more slowly. But I loved how the sensation sent shock waves of pleasure to my clit, and beyond. My whole body felt oversensitized, almost raw.
Hungry, for this alpha. For his hands on me, rough or gentle. When he hesitated, a soft whine escaped my lips. He answered with a sound halfway between a purr and a snarl, and squeezed one of my cheeks. “God, my marks look good on you, brat. Glowing pink.” He whispered the next words, “I could bite you and leave a mark that would stay longer.”
Before I could draw in a breath to protest—though the words on the tip of my tongue weren’t a complaint, but a “Yes, please, Alpha”—he went on.“For some reason, you decide to wear the tightest clothing I’ve ever seen on a woman every day.” He knocked my legs apart with his hand. When I tried to close them, a slap fell on the tender inside of my thigh.
“Ow!”
He rubbed the spot for a second, then went on, as if waiting for something.Waiting to make sure I was all right.
I chewed my lip. “Keep going.”
He ran his fingers through my dripping pussy and snarled, “Oh, I will. You’re gushing for me. You needed this, didn’t you?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “You did need it. Hold still, bad girl, and take your punishment.” I widened my thighs again, feeling the stinging slaps as they grew faster. “Wider,” he demanded, “and arch your back.”
“Why?”
“No, you meant to say ‘yes, sir,’ didn’t you?” he rasped, spanking even harder now. A strange, painful ecstasy spiraled up in my core as the vibrations from the blows seemed to burrow into my center.
“Yes, sir.” I arched my back up, my ass high in the air, and he slapped my ass, hard enough to burn, then stopped to move his finger around my clit, circling the spot where some of the sensation had been building, gathering, though the burn was deep within now as well. I tried to press into his hand, seeking more.
“Hold still,” he scolded with another sharp slap on my thigh.
He kept circling, growling. A tidal wave of ecstasy threatened to fall over me, consume me. But every time it drew close, he backed off, denying me. If only he would use a little more pressure…
A long, needy whine slipped out. “Harder. Please, Alpha!”
“Bad. Fucking. Girl,” he barked. “You don’t get to decide. All you do is feel.” He went back to spanking my inner thighs, and, to my shock, the wave grew even higher. I held my breath, wishing it could keep building forever.
Wondering if I would survive it when it came crashing down.
“Now come,” he ordered. “Fucking come all over me, my disobedient little omega. Soak me. Do it, come from me spanking this naughty, dripping cunt.” And then he moved his hand so that the blows rained down on my pussy itself.
Holy shit!It hurt, but it felt so fucking good. The climax that had been building exploded, drowning me in a pleasure that had sharp edges, and no end in sight. Stars swam in my vision as I cried out, arching my back even more, and his clever fingers returned to my clit, circling with just enough pressure now to keep the wave moving through me. I felt wetness escaping me, heard it spilling on his lap.
Before the orgasm was over, he had me on my elbows and knees, and had maneuvered behind me, his face buried in my pussy. It was oversensitive, the way it always felt right after I came, but he pinned me in place with one thick arm.
“This slick is mine. Let me have it,” he demanded. His tongue was all over me, plunging into me, while I was still contracting. The wet, slurping noises he made were obscene. “Gonna drink this pussy dry, tastes so fucking good.” The pleasure was so intense that I was crying, but I felt another orgasm start to build as he licked me, biting softly at my sore thighs.“No, I want to see your face when you come this time, princess,” he murmured, flipping me over. He hovered over me, one hand behind my back, holding me so my back was arched off the blankets. His other hand was on me, his nimble fingers circling my clit, then plunging into me. I came again as soon as he entered me, riding out that orgasm as he watched.
“One,” he murmured, his eyes almost cruel as he watched.
“That was two,” I panted.
