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“I own every inch of your perfect skin.” His voice is so strong and commanding, he’s like a warlock casting a spell, leaving me no choice but to believe. “I always have, and I always will.”
“I have scars,” I moan.
“No. You have badges of survival.”
How incredible of him.He took what was shameful and transformed it into a symbol of strength.
And with that, I feel the tension flowing from my body. He strokes me again. My freshly spanked skin is exquisitely sensitive, and I moan aloud at his touch. “Oh. Oh.”
“Are you wet for me?”
I buck against his grip. I don’t want to admit it.
“Shall I just see for myself then?”
With one hand on my wrists, he pushes down and holds me still as he slides a finger inside me, through the hole he made in my tights. “You’re soaking,” he says smugly, and begins to stroke me, his finger curving against the sensitive inner wall.
“Ahh!” I cry.
My legs part of their own accord and I feel the fabric rip in more places.
“You want me?”
“Yes!” I sob. “Damn it! You know I do! You always know.”
“Yes, I do. If you want me, tell me. I need to hear it. What do you want me to do to you?”
I press my face into the love seat and mumble the shameful words. “I want you to fuck me.”
I’m afraid he’ll make me say it again, louder, but apparently he’s equally hot for me. In one swift motion, he sets me down on the floor.
“Face in the carpet, ass in the air,” he barks, and I hurry to obey. As I spread my legs apart, the tights rip all the way, down the back and up the crotch, and I’m completely exposed.
For a brief moment, my vulnerable position sends a shaft of fear through my heart. Micah’s leering face swims in front of me, but I use the creative visualization techniques they taught me at the yoga studio. I toss a grenade at him, and he explodes, shattering, flying into a million pieces, and fades from my mind.
I’m back in the plane with Joshua, and I’m hungry for the feel of his thick, hard cock.
I hear the crinkle of a condom wrapper and clench my fists impatiently. Then he’s back, kneeling behind me. He strokes between my legs, sliding two fingers in and pumping them inside me.
Weeks and weeks of pent-up desire burn painfully inside me. The wanting is agony.
“Please,” I grit between my teeth. “Please, Joshua! I want you inside me, please, now!”
“Yes. I know.” His rich, warm voice drips like chocolate. “But I decide when. Not you.” He presses against my swollen clit with the pad of his thumb, wrenching a cry from me.
“Bastard!” I pant with desire and open my legs even wider as he rubs back and forth.
“I missed this, Tamara. I love how much you want me. I love hurting you. I love making you beg for it. Cry for it. I’m a sick motherfucker, aren’t I?” He presses my clit harder and moves faster, and I’m close, so close. Hot pleasure swells inside me.
“Yes, yes, yes…no!” I scream with rage as he suddenly pulls his hand away.
Then the fat head of his cock presses against my entrance. I wriggle like a cat in heat, pushing back. He forces his way in slowly, drawing it out. I feel as if eons are passing as he slides in bit by bit until he’s plunged in to the hilt. I groan with pleasure. I love how his thick cock fills me and stretches me.
Holding my hips, he rocks in and out of me. My face presses painfully into the carpet and my wrists strain against the silken neck-tie.
That tidal wave of ecstasy rises inside me again, higher and higher, hotter and hotter, and he pumps so hard that my cheek is rubbed raw against the carpet with each thrust. The whole universe shrinks down to the heat between my legs.
“Come for me,” he snaps, his tone vicious. “Come for meright nowor I’ll beat you until you fucking pass out.”
