My lips part and I cry out, a throaty moan filling the room as I pretend to orgasm. It sounds scandalously sensual. It sounds perfect. It’s the same lusty cry I’ve made thousands of times before.
And Osrik…stops.
My eyes flare open and I look down at him. “What’s wrong?”
His lips are pressed together in a hard line, his tongue messing with the wooden piercing on his bottom lip with visible aggravation. Before I can ask again, he swings me up and around like a rag doll, until I find myself lying over his seated position, ass up, head down over the side of his legs as he sits at the foot of the bed.
“What are—”
WHACK!
His palm comes down on my bare ass with a startling crack. I try to push on his leg to sit up, but his other hand clamps down on my back, pinning me in place.
“What are you doing?” I screech indignantly.
“You faked your pleasure,” he grumbles, and then he spanks my ass again.
I cry out, and while it’s not overly painful, his hand is large enough that the strike stings the entire cheek.
“Vow to me now, you will never fake it again.”
I jerk my head around to glare at him. “You pompous, brutish, son of a—”
WHACK!
I squirm, the heat of the spank suddenly shooting right down to my pussy. He’s not hitting me hard, but he’s hitting with enough force that it makes my ass jiggle, makes the sting spread.
But the sting and the warmthblooms, feeding into an intense arousal.
I like it.
I’miratethat I like it.
“Stop!” My demand comes out as a moan, which makes my face heat with embarrassment, my anger surging even more.
“You stop first.”
“The absolute nerve of you!” I holler. “I wasn’t faking!”
WHACK!
“You were. Admit it.”
I don’t.
So he rains down smack upon smack upon smack. Until my stubborn ass is on fire. Until I’m like a spitting cat, ready to claw out his eyes. Not because of the pain, but because he’s so thoroughly in charge of me admitting my lie.
Until finally, I give in.
“Okay! Fine! I faked it!” The words come out in a sputtering scream, and he stops instantly.
I’m trembling all over, from the biting pain nipping at my ass cheeks and also from the liquid desire thumping through my core. I’m so turned on right now, so dripping wet, I think even his wide girth could slip in without trouble. But gods, am Imad.
“How pissed are you?” he asks.
“Oh, I’mfuming.”
The hairy giant has the audacity to chuckle. With me still bent over his knees, my entire ass emanating heat, and wetness coating my thighs.
