“You like that,” he growled into my neck. “You like me being rough with you. Not tender and slow, but hard and fast. You like to be owned like this.”
I hated how right he was.
His mouth found the curve of my neck, and he bit down hard enough to make me yelp. His tongue followed, licking over the sting, then sucking until I knew there’d be a mark—a reminder of who was taking me.
Then he moved lower, dragging his mouth to my shoulder, nipping with his teeth before he pressed a kiss there too. The center of my spine was next, and then he went lower still—trailing heat and wicked intent along the way.
I arched back into him, helpless against the way he teased me, marked me, claimed me.
Then his hand moved between my thighs, and I nearly lost my grip on the bar.
“Fuck,” he breathed, gliding his fingers through the slickness he found there. “Your needy cunt is desperate for me, showing me how ready you are to be fucked.”
I whimpered as he stroked my clit. Each pass wound me tighter and tighter. His free arm locked around my waist, keeping me exactly where he wanted me. His cock throbbed between my legs.
Pleasure coiled in my belly, a rush building too fast to be stopped.
“I—” My voice cracked as I braced myself harder. “I’m gonna—”
He pulled his hand away.
I choked on the shock.
“What…?” I spun slightly, glancing over my shoulder.
“You don’t get to come,” he said with his mouth near my ear. “Not yet. That’s for good girls. And you?” He gripped my hip tightly. “You’ve been a very bad girl.”
Frustration clawed at my mind, hot tears threatening to spill from his refusal. I’d never been brought to the brink and left on the edge like this.
He took a step back, and I could hear the wet sounds of his hand on himself, pumping his cock. I squeezed my eyes shut as more desire flooded through me.
Then he was on me again, grasping my hip, his fingers digging into the bone.
He pressed his cock against my backside before taking hold of it and dragging the head from my asshole to my clit, then back, just enough to dip between my folds, to stretch me a little.
“You feel how hard I am for you?”
“Mm-hmm,” I whined.
Then the pressure shifted, and the head of his cock moved between my cheeks, teasing my taut ring.
I gasped. “Wait—”
He chuckled darkly. “I’ll save this for later. Punishment’s best served over time—after you’ve had ample time to think about all the ways you’ve disobeyed me.”
I tensed.
“Don’t worry, little lamb,” he said, his voice dripping with menace and affection all at once. “I’ll teach you how to behave.”
He trailed his cock between my legs again, and I whimpered.
Then he leaned over, biting the side of my neck.
“Bad girls don’t get made love to. They get fucked.”
Without further warning, he slammed his cock inside me to the hilt.
I shrieked, desperately trying to pull away from the sharp, agonizing pain that threatened to rip me apart.
