Salem bypasses the party, making a beeline for her room. The thrum of the bass fills my ears as I follow close behind, closing the door behind us. She’d been agitated the whole drive home, pulling at her clothes and working to control her breathing. Her eyes have been flashing between black and green all day, worrying me that she’s going to release her power without meaning to. Thankfully, no one seemed to attribute the shaking ground to her growing anger at the funeral.
“I’m fine, Hart. Just leave me alone.”
The fact that she was last naming me, sends my already simmering anger over to a boil. I grab her by the wrist and spin her into me.
“Don’t you do that. Don’t push me away.”
“I’ll do whatever I want to.” She retorts, squaring her jaw while glaring up at me.
I give her an unforgiving smirk.
“Oh, Wildcat, you’ll do what I tell you to, and you’ll like it.” I growl, smashing my mouth down onto hers. She meets my ferocity, stroking the flame of Wrath inside me as our tongues fight for control of the kiss.
She shoves me hard against my chest, knocking me back a step. I feel the well of anger inside me spill over, taking control of my senses and flooding my mind with a desire to punish, to take my frustrations out on her supple flesh. I grab her by the front of her dress and rip the fabric down the front, exposing her breasts to me. I rip further, the fabric becoming tattered in my hands.
“No panties at a funeral?” I ask, staring down at her bare pussy.
She shrugs a shoulder, “It’s what Pierce would have wanted.”
I can’t argue with that, instead I snake two fingers down her front, hooking them into her wet pussy. I yank her towards me as she lets out a yelp of surprise. She smacks me across the face, and I use my free hand to grab her wrist as I pump my fingers in and out of her. My face stings. I lick my lips and lower myself to whisper in her ear.
“You want to play rough, Wildcat? We can play rough.” She lets out a moan as my thumb circles her clit.
I remove my fingers and toss her over my shoulder, smacking her soundly on her ass as I stalk to the bed. I toss her down and remove my belt in one swift stroke, the sound of it whipping through my belt loops reverberates in the air.
She stares up at me with a challenge, her legs spread for me to see all of her. It’s the most beautiful fucking sight.
I work my belt around my fist, feeling the metal bite of the prong digging into my flesh.
“What are you going to do with that?” She asks with a hint of excitement, her eyebrow raised with interest as she licks her lips.
“I’m going to teach you a lesson.” I smirk, grabbing her by the ankle and flipping her so she’s face down onto the mattress. Her supple ass sticks straight up in the air for me, unblemished and ready.
My belt comes down hard across her cheek, leaving an angry red lash on her skin. She yelps out, but then I hear a muffled, “Again.”
“That’s my girl.” I unzip my pants, shrugging off my clothes and readying myself to deliver another blow as she waits for me. I feel this overwhelming desire to push her to her limits and see if she breaks.
“Do you think you can keep your magic at bay while I spank you with my belt?” I ask, rubbing her red spot with my thumb.
She nods her head, her hair covering her face.
“If it gets to be too much for you, I need you to tell me. Can you do that for me?”
Her head nods again, and I quirk my mouth up into a smile.
“I want you to say ’stop’ loud and clear. Okay?”
Her body shivers under me. “Okay.” She answers, making sure I can hear her,
I press my hard cock against her entrance as I fold the belt in half in my hand. I raise my arm and smack her on the other cheek, shoving my cock into her with a sharp thrust. She cries out, but pushes back into me, taking my cock all the way to the base. My balls slap her skin and I hit her again with the belt. Her skin pinks up with each lash I dish out. My thrusts impaling her in time with the belt. Her pussy clenches around me. She feels so fucking good, like she was made for me.
Once her whole ass is red, I toss the belt aside and dig my fingers into her waist. She wriggles her hips working herself onto me, her back gleaming with sweat. I reach around her front and swirl my finger around her clit.
“Come for me like the good girl you are. Show me how much you love my cock fucking you.”
I take my hand away from her clit and shove my fingers into her mouth, making her taste herself. She licks my fingers clean and I moan at how fucking perfect she is. I hook my fingers around the side of her mouth like a fishhook and make her arch up into me. She garbles something I can’t decipher as her back bows and her head turns to look at me. I remove my fingers and clasp her hair, making her arch even further.
I pound into her rough and hard, taking every ounce of anger from the day out on her. She eats it up, meeting me in my ferocity. I shudder looking down at myself entering her, using my fist around her hair to pull her towards me as I continue fucking her.
