I catch a hint of soft vulnerability in his expression, but within a couple seconds, his control returns. He releases my hands and pushes himself up from the bed, standing beside it and looking down at me.
“Take off your pants and shirt,” he says, his tone crisp.
I almost tell him to fuck off and ask nicely if he wants to see the goods. The words are an instinctive answer that any other man would get. But I stop them in my throat because I actuallywantto obey this command from Nix. I left him powerless and concerned for my safety for a week, and if this is how he wants to take back control, I’m all for it.
He walks over to a leather chair in a corner of the room and stands in front of it, just looking at me. I look back, admiring his dark silhouette. Only the glow of the New York City lights from outside illuminates him.
When I get off the bed and stand before him, my pussy clenches with desire from the hunger swirling in his eyes. I take off my shirt, letting it drop to the floor beside me.
He follows suit, pulling his T-shirt over his head and tossing it aside. My gaze is drawn to his erection, which is straining against his jeans.
A slight smile dances on his lips as he puts his hand on his cock and rubs it through his jeans. He sits down then, his legs spread, arms resting on the chair’s arms, and his eyes on me.
My nipples harden as I kick off my shoes, slide my pants down, and step out of them. I’ve never wanted to be fucked so much in my life.
Nix reaches over to a table beside the chair and switches on a lamp, giving me a better view of his defined chest and the dark trail of hair running down into his jeans.
“Over my lap,” he says.
I can’t get there fast enough. My pulse is racing as I lie over his thighs, exposing my bare ass to him.
I’m wearing a thong, and he runs a finger over the lacy fabric lining the crack of my ass. His low hum of arousal makes my pussy clench again.
When he rubs his palm over my ass, I sigh softly, the pleasure of his touch immediate and intense.
“You like that?” he asks in a low tone. “A nice, soft touch?”
I moan and murmur that I do, and as soon as the words are out of my mouth, he wraps a hand around my hair and pulls back. I gasp with surprise. The tingling sensation in my scalpshouldhurt, but it feels incredible.
“You like this, too, don’t you? Bad girls like you enjoy their punishments.”
He tugs on the waistband of my thong then, and the fabric sinks into my wet pussy and bare ass.
“Oh, God.” I moan and silently wish for more.
Nix doesn’t give me more, though. Instead, he slides the waistband of my thong down my ass to my thighs. He pulls it all the way off, moving agonizingly slowly. Then he smooths his hand over my ass, still tugging my hair.
My skin tingles with the awareness of what’s to come. I never got the turn-on of spanking before, but I do now.
He smooths his hand down my ass, one finger gliding into my slick pussy. I thrust my hips back and forth, my lips parted in silent pleasure. He adds another finger, and I moan with satisfaction. Every deliciously slow, deliberate movement makes me hungry for the next.
When he takes his fingers out, slides them into my mouth and commands me to suck, I go to town on them like a porn star sucking a dick. My body is aching to give in to him.
“Good,” he says in a low tone, taking his finger from my mouth and moving it to…
Oh.
Fuck.
He’s tracing the rim of the one hole no man has ever touched. I’ve told every other man who asked that there was no fucking way they were getting in there, but I tell Nix…
“Yes. Holyshit.”
With an approving hum, he slides his wet finger inside me and I moan. My body clenches unconsciously with resistance, but he goes slowly and I relax after a few seconds.
I’m really getting into it when I feel a hard smack on my ass. I jolt with surprise, my skin stinging. The next slap actually feels good. I can’t believe how much I like this.
Between his finger and his hard smacks on my ass, I’m lost in a haze of bliss. I’m moaning and begging for more.
