“I think it’s best if you know as little about me as possible.” His gloved thumb traced along my lips. After sliding it inside my mouth, he said, “You can know me intimately, but not personally.”
Instead of arguing, I slid my tongue around his thumb, tasting the leather material. “That’s a good girl. I want that tongue of yours around my cock.”
As I hummed my approval, he slid his thumb out of my mouth. “But first, you must be punished.”
His broad hands came to grip my waist. Before I could get my bearings, he spun me around to where I was facing away from him. “Place your hands on the pool table and bend over.”
After placing my hands on the table’s wood, I leaned over, sending cool air swirling around my naked and inflamed core.
When I obliged, a noise that sounded like a purr came from his mask. “Such a good girl taking her punishment.”
The next thing I knew, his hands were at the hem of the short robe. Slowly, he eased it off my mid thigh and over my ass. “Spread your legs,” he instructed.
Once again, I did as I was told. “Look at that soaked cunt.”
I bit down on my lip to keep from whimpering at his dirty talk. That, coupled with being exposed to him, was driving me wild. “You have such a delectable ass. Has anyone ever told you that?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Ah, listen to you slipping right into your submissive role even without a contract.”
His praise was short-lived when his palm cracked against one of the globes of my ass. A shriek of pain burst from my lips. As his hand moved to my other cheek, I braced myself for a hit. “How many of these do you think you deserve for assaulting me?”
I wanted to say none, but I knew that response would get me in even more trouble. Instead, I replied, “Three.”
“Such a small number. I was thinking more like five.”
Shit.“Yes, sir.”
Another crack came against my ass. I’d barely had time to endure it before he moved back to my other cheek. I sucked in a harsh breath while my fingers dug into the felt of the pool table. The next two blows had me screaming both with pain and pleasure.
“I wish you could see how beautiful your ass looks now all streaked with red and the imprint of my hand.”
“Please,” I whimpered.
“Please what?”
“Touch me.”
“I just did.”
Frustration hummed through me as hard as the aching need between my thighs. “Touch my pussy, please.”
“Now how can I resist when you ask so nicely?”
“Thank you, sir,” I whispered breathlessly.
Taking me by the waist, the Beast turned me to face him. He then lifted me up and placed me on the edge of the pool table. He made quick work of undoing my robe. After opening the lapels, he pushed it down over my arms, leaving me exposed before him.
His gloved hands came to my throat. “You are so fucking beautiful.”
“Thank you, sir.”
He slid his hands down my neck and over my chest. When the Beast cupped both of my breasts, I sucked in a breath. The leather covering his thumbs added extra pleasure to my sensitive nipples.
“So responsive,” he mused.
With the heat growing between my legs, my hips began to raise as I desperately sought out friction. “Be still,” he commanded.
