Worse, through it all, I could feel my arousal slickening my thighs, staining his sheets.
There was no doubt he could tell how excited I’d become, as if pain was a foundation to pleasure. Panting, I closed my eyes, willing my body to stop reacting.
It was no use. My nipples ached, scraping against the soft material of the comforter, further tingling every part of me. The pain from the spanking shifted into anguish, but the sensations rocketed through me like a tidal wave capturing my every desire. This man, this monster was turning me on.
Perhaps even more than he’d done just two days before. How was it possible this was the same man? How?
A laugh bubbled to the surface and when he caressed my skin, rolling the tips of his fingers from one side to the other, I was unable to stop a moan from pushing past the hindrance in my mouth.
“Your scent is intoxicating,” he half whispered, his voice little more than a low rumble. He pressed my legs further apart, sliding his hand between them.
I moaned past the lace, clenching my eyes shut in anticipation of him touching me.
Hungering for him to stroke me.
My God. I was losing my mind.
The moment he pressed the tips across my aching clit, my entire body shuddered. Please.Please.This couldn’t be happening. I couldn’t enjoy the horrors he was inflicting.
But as much as I wanted to deny the electricity searing every cell in my body, fighting the attraction that had caught me in a thick web the moment he’d crashed his way into my life, I couldn’t. He excited me. He’d awakened the woman inside, tossing away the fragile anchors of armor. I’d allowed him. Now it felt as if he owned me.
There was no fight left in me, no sense of time or space. While I’d never been a woman to give up, running away from a fight, I had nothing left inside of me.
“You’re very wet,” he murmured, sliding his fingers up and down my wetness, toying with me. This wasn’t just about teaching me a lesson. His actions were a display of his power and dominance. “Just like you were before. You want me as much as I’ve craved you.”
He’d managed to see through me, all the pretense in hating him unraveling.
When he thrust his fingers into my tight channel, a scream cascaded up from my throat, lights dancing in front of my eyes.While the sound was muffled, it managed to float into the air around us.
“Extremely wet,” he huffed. “I’m going to enjoy every part of fucking you.”
His words were like bullets entering my brain. I bit back a series of whimpers as he brought his palm down several additional times. Then he plunged his fingers into my wet heat again, thrusting brutally. When I realized I was bucking against his barbaric actions, arching my back in some feeble attempt to meet every savage drive, I tried to push my mind into another place, one of peace and reverence.
Nothing about this man was gentle. He was nothing more than a brute in expensive clothing, a nasty criminal who deserved to be behind bars.
And the man I’d fantasized about.
As he repeated the actions, my body lost all sense of control, the ugly treachery fading as the pleasure took over.
My entire body tensed, my toes curling as an orgasm approached. When I pressed up from the bed, I expected additional punishment. I was very wrong.
My legs were split further apart, lifted off the bed. Suddenly, he drove his tongue deep inside and it was all I could do not to lose it. The feeling was even more incredible than it had been before. He thrust several fingers inside then dragged his tongue down the length of my pussy.
The pleasure was intense, so much so I bucked against him. Not to push him away, but to beg him without words to continue.
He sucked on my clit, adding a second and third finger, flexing them open as he pushed me closer to the edge of insanity. I’d never felt such sheer pleasure. As he feasted, I fell into a deep lull.
Then I heard his command.
“Come for me, Josette. I need to taste you all over again.” While I wanted nothing more than to defy him, the deepness of his tone, the hot breath cascading across my tender tissue was too much.
I rocked hard, clawing at the bedding as a climax swept through me. Even muffled, my strangled moans were loud, enough to draw attention. If anyone cared. Somehow, I doubted they did.
He was in command.
Including of my body.
His tongue continued lashing my pussy, pushing me into a sweeping wave of pure ecstasy. I couldn’t stop shaking, falling and staying in sweet rapture as he finger-fucked me.
