“Say it,Cattiva,” I command, spanking her other ass cheek.
She gasps, her cheeks darkening further, and she presses her eyes closed in an expression that looks tantalizingly close to arousal.
God, she’s sexy.
“I want to hear you say that you belong to me,” I say darkly and wait a beat.
I can tell she’s intentionally defying me when she presses her lips together in that signature way that says she’s not going to give me what I want. So I give her ass another sharp slap, relishing the way it bounces, her skin turning red beneath my palm. And when she whimpers, I know it’s starting to turn her on.
“Do you like being punished?” I tease, and she buries her face in the sheets, her refusal to answer as much of a confirmation than if she’d said it.
I give her other ass cheek a second sharp slap, and this time, she moans, the sound making my cock rock hard.
“No,” she mutters, her voice muffled by the sheets as she keeps her face hidden.
Running my hand over her smooth skin, I soothe the sting as I lean in close to her ear. “That’s not what it sounds like to me, Princess. And your punishment is only going to get worse if you lie to me again. So, do you want to come clean before I check how wet your panties are from being spanked?”
I run my finger down the seam that disappears between her ass cheeks, showing her exactly how I intend to confirm that she likes it, and Sora turns her head to meet my eyes, her expression a mixture of fury and arousal.
And she doesn’t say a word.
The muscle jumps in my jaw as I clench it, her silent challenge pushing me closer to the edge. “Lost your interest in talking?” I tease darkly, straightening. “Fine.” Hooking my fingers around her panties, I pull them down to her knees. “I guess you can just show me how wet you are while I remind you of who owns your pleasure.”
Undoing my pants, I don’t bother undressing as I take out my cock, precum beading on the swollen tip, and I line up with her hot entrance. I can feel how excited she is before I’m even inside her, the slick arousal coating her silky folds. And when I drive inside her with one powerful thrust, Sora cries out, falling apart around me before we’ve even begun.
“Such an eager girl, aren’t you?” I purr, gripping her hips as I fuck her slowly through her orgasm.
Sora whimpers, her body quivering in my hands as she grips my cock.
“Were you so ready to come because of my brother?” I taunt. “Or because you like it when I punish you?”
I know the answer, and I can tell how much she hates it that I’m trapping her into telling me, but I can’t get over how much I like that she enjoys being spanked. And I want to hear her say it. I love drawing each scandalous secret from her lips, and even if I can’t get to know her in other ways, I intend to learn every last one of Sora’s darkest desires. Because I intend to master her pleasure until she’s as addicted to me as I’ve become to her.
“Tell me,Cattiva. Tell me why you’re so wet,” I command, and I spank her again, following it with a hard thrust.
“Because I like the way you punish me!” she screams, her hips rocking back against me as her pussy grips my cock like a vise.
“Mmm,” I hum approvingly, rocking into her steadily as a reward for her confession. “My dirty little wife. You like that I’ve left my mark on your perfect ass?” I tease, running my fingers lightly over the red skin with one hand as I control her hips with my other.
“Yes,” she whimpers, hiding her face once again.
“I like it when you tell me the truth, Princess,” I purr, driving into her G-spot so she can feel how much I do. “I’ll even let you come on my cock again for being such a good girl.”
And reaching around her, I press my fingers to her clit, teasing it as I fuck her deep and hard. Stars burst behind my eyelids as she explodes around my cock a second time, milking me with enough force that I almost lose my load inside her.
Breathing raggedly, I pause my thrusts, feeling the way she throbs around me as I continue to circle her clit with my fingers. And when the last aftershocks subside, I slowly pull out of her.
Sora whimpers, a shiver making her twitch as she looks over her shoulder at my still rock-hard cock. The need in her eyes makes me ache to push back inside her, but first, I have another lesson to teach her.
“Don’t worry, Princess. I’m not done with you yet,” I promise. “I want you on your knees so you can taste the way I make you come.”
17
SORA
It should be illegal to say something that provocative.
It feels criminal that Leo can make me come like he does, almost against my will, if only I didn’t need it more than oxygen. I shouldn’t want Leo the way I do, not when he’s being such a complete ass. But somehow, he makes our arguments feel like a game. One in which I win so long as I’m losing to him.
