"Oh, no. I'm scared. What else?"
"You need me to rip a hole in your pants and fuck you so hard it hurts."
"Do I? Is that what you think I need?" God yes, I did. So bad. Everything he just said made my pussy hot and wet. My core throbbed in anticipation. My skin was too sensitive, too tight. My heart beat so hard and fast I felt like the poor thing was going to implode.
"Yes." His gaze was locked on mine. Neither of us blinked or moved for one second. Two. Three. Words tumbled around in my brain but I settled on the ones I really wanted to say.
"Do it then. Fucking coward."
The change came over him like he’d flipped a switch. Gone was the gentleman trying not to hurt me as I took wild swings at him. In his place was a very angry male who I’d pushed,maybe, just a bit too far.
One moment he was on top of me, our lips so close I could practically taste him—god I wanted to taste him. The next I was on my elbows on the mat, my hips on his lap, ass in the air. He held me down with one arm across the small of my back.
I could have fought my way out of his hold. There were a dozen different moves I could use to escape this, but I didn’t want to.
The first swat on my bottom stung, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more and he was holding back. Still holding back. I could feel the tension in him boiling up like a pressure cooker with too much steam.
“That all you got? I thought you said you were going to spank me.”
He yanked my brown pants down over my bottom and thighs, stopping at my knees. Then he groaned, a finger sliding beneath the tiny slip of thong underwear I’d—maybe accidentally, maybe not—worn just in case. Just. In. Case.
“What are these garments you wear? To torment me?” He slipped one finger beneath the fabric at the top of my bottom and traced the thong’s path to my pussy.
“You don’t even want to touch me. What makes you think I wore these for you?” Oh, but I had. One hundred and ten percent. I’d known I was coming down here and we were either going to fuck or we were going to fight, I was going to be hurt, and then I was going to beg the queen to send me home early. Now. Like today.
His hand landed on my bare bottom, the sting a delicious fire that spread to my clit. My pussy became wet and achy.
He kept going until I couldn’t keep myself under control for another minute. My body was burning up, my orgasm so close. So close. His bare skin on my ass. The quick slap, the lingering heat.
I jerked when his finger trailed over my pussy. “So hot. So wet. I think you like your punishment too much.”
I didn’t want to lie to him, not ever again. The first one still tasted like acid on my tongue. So I remained silent, until he slipped a finger inside. I moaned. Just a little. Tiny, really. Barely noticeable.
“You like that?” He pushed two fingers deep.
I refused to answer, bit my lip to stop myself from giving in too quickly.
Still filling my pussy with his fingers, his free hand came down on my bare thigh, the sting back again. New. Sharper. Fresh. My pussy had a mind of her own and clenched around his fingers. I would have stopped her if I could have, but she had no fear, no reservations. She wanted more and she wasn’t interested in keeping my secrets.
Traitor.
His hand landed on my thigh again, but this time he spoke. “How dare you scare me like that?”Spank.“How dare you risk your life?”Spank!
Oof. That one was harder.
“How dare you almost die and fucking leave me?”
What?
“Mal, I—”
He lifted me off his lap, turned me settled me on my stomach. In one smooth move he took my pants the rest of the way off. I could just see him over my shoulder, reaching for his cock. “What do you call me?”
That tone in his voice. I knew. I knew instantly. “Sir. I call you Sir.”
“Spread your legs. Make room for me to fuck you.”
Now? Was this really happ—”
