Her eyelids were half closed and she didn’t fight me as I ripped at her clothes, yanking off her dress. The sight of her naked breasts shoved aside all sense of decency. I wrapped my finger around the thin elastic of her thong. With a single snap of my wrist, the lace was jerked free of her luscious body.
Her tiny yelp was followed with a smile, the woman falling into a dreamy state. She teetered on her feet, lifting her head so she could stare into my eyes. There was a playful look in her eyes as she pounded on my chest with her small fists, once again reminding me of how fragile she was. Like a little bird.
I snatched both arms, laughing softly as I yanked them behind her back, grabbing both wrists easily with one hand. Her look was one of defiance, but she wasn’t fooling anyone. She was as famished as I’d become, the scent of her desire wafting between us.
Another soft laugh rumbled in my chest as I lowered my head, sucking on first one nipple then the other. There was great joy in sucking on the tip, taking the tender tissue between my teeth. When I bit down, her anguished cries fueled not only the darkness but the bastard of a man inside. She had a way of doing that to me, pulling out both the best and worst from my soul.
If I still had one.
When I was finished tormenting her breasts, I ripped off my shirt from the back of the neck, tossing it aside. The room was now sweltering, beads of sweat rolling down both sides of my face and her delicate neck. Nothing would stop me from taking what I wanted.
What I truly believed belonged to me.
She wiggled in my hold, desperate to get free. I was drawn into both the light and mischief in her eyes. I had a feeling the woman was up to something. Too late. She’d managed to slide her hand between us, crawling her fingers to my cock. Even through the dense fabric, when she squeezed using tremendous pressure, I grimaced from the stark slice of pain.
“Tsk. Tsk. Such a bad girl. I’ll need to remedy that.” I pulled her down with me onto the rug, immediately dragging her over my legs. She wiggled just as I knew she would, already driving me crazy.
I brought my hand down on her rounded bottom only once before caressing her skin. My fingers were already hot to the touch.
“You are not going to spank me.”
“Oh, yes, I am.” To prove a point, I crashed my palm down four more times, moving from one side to the other. “You hold secrets in that dark, twisted mind of yours, my sweet flower.”
“So do you.”
“Yes, but I’m not the one who continues to display her defiance. The spanking will continue. I want your skin painted crimson so when I fuck you, I’m even more overwhelmed by the heat.”
She shuddered in my hold, only once throwing her arm back to try to stop me. Although the attempt was weak. She shifted back and forth, creating enough friction I gritted my teeth in response.
As I continued the spanking, the sound echoed in the tight space, her cries resembling the sounds from when I’d fucked her the night before. A repeat was necessary. My fingers ached in a good way, tingling all the way to the bone. With every moan, I was fueled until every inch of her bottom was the lovely shade I’d promised to create.
Bright red and hot to the touch.
Pain had brought pleasure, the grinding of her hips allowing her pussy to throb. Her inner thighs glistened from her juice and the intense excitement.
I hadn’t paid close enough attention until I felt the bump of her hand against my thick bulge. She’d driven one hand underneath her pelvis, grinding against it.
A grin spread across my face. She was masturbating. The act was sexy as fuck, pushing me into another wave of hunger I’d long since experienced. With the ache in my groin increasing, I kept spanking, being thoughtful about my actions. Very deliberate. Very brutal.
Her moans fueled everything. My hunger. My need. My insatiable mind. And the fact that I was very quickly losing control.
I finally stopped the round of punishment, immediately sliding my hand between her legs. Her body stiffened when she realized I’d caught her.
“Oh,” she whimpered.
“You are a very bad girl. I could tell that instantly.” I grasped her fingers, rubbing her even more forcefully. She shifted back and forth and I sensed the friction was driving her wild.
When I pinched her swollen clit, she pushed up from the rug, throwing her head back.
Her face was flushed.
Her eyes closed.
Her mouth a perfect O.
And the beads of perspiration had fallen against her rosy lips.
When she climaxed, I concentrated on her facial expressions, every soft murmur and the goosebumps popping along her skin. Eternally beautiful.
