I rubbed my fingers through her folds, slow and deep, smearing her wetness from one end to the other, dragging it up to that needy little bundle of nerves. Her body bucked.
“Oh my God—” she gasped.
“God’s not here, little lamb,” I murmured, leaning over her, brushing the wet hair from her neck. “Only the wolf.”
I nipped at the sensitive spot behind her ear, and she shivered.
She arched her back, pressing her desperate pussy against my fingers. Her breathing hitched into frantic little pants as I pressed one finger inside her—and then another. I had never slid into a woman who was this tight. She was so tight that two fingers forced her to stretch.
“Fuck,” I hissed. “You’re so tight, so soaking wet for me.”
I twisted my fingers as I pulled them back, then circled her clit with the tips—light, taunting, relentless. Her hips surged forward, chasing the pressure.
“You want to come, don’t you?” I whispered. “You want me to take you over that edge.”
“Yes,” she panted softly. “Now!” she demanded.
I ripped my hand away and brought it down hard on her ass.
She screamed.
The sound echoed off the bedroom walls.
“That’s not how you ask.”
Another slap.
“You don’t get satisfaction that easily after all the shit you’ve pulled.”
Three more smacks had her thrashing, kicking, and writhing over my thighs again, but I held her down firmly. One hand pressed down on her back while the other was lighting her up, each smack crueler than the last.
“You want to play stubborn?” I snarled. “Fine. But I’m not going to stop slapping your ass until your brain stops pretending you’re not desperate for me.”
Her whines transformed into moans.
“Feel it,” I commanded. “Feel the fire on your ass and the ache between your legs. That’s the line, Lyla. The one between pleasure and pain. You’re straddling it now.”
“Please, no more,” she sobbed. “I can’t—”
Once more, my hand pounded against her ass. She would remember her sweet punishment for the next day or two.
With two more smacks, she stilled once again.
“Yes, you can take more,” I growled. “You’re a strong little thing. Show me. Show me what happens when a good girl takes what she’s earned.”
She whimpered.
I removed my hand from her back and shoved it underneath her body, taking hold of her pussy, my fingers locking around her swollen cunt. She wriggled against me in search of the contact she was desperate to find.
“I’m going to spank your ass until you come on my fingers. Until you learn to shift your focus from the pain to the heat of your pussy against my hold. Focus, Lyla.”
I slapped her over and over, speeding up the punishing pace and delivering the intensity she needed, pushing her to her limits and then tipping her over.
Her hips shifted with each smack, her cunt rocking against my grasp, seeking friction, seeking release.
Then with a loud cry, she shattered.
Her body convulsed, legs drawing tightly together and hands clawing at the sheets as she screamed. The sound was broken, feral, fucking divine as her hot juices dripped down my fingers.
