Thwack.
“Are you going to do better?” he asked.
Thwack.
And another.
“No!” I screamed.
“Why not?” Dane growled. Tears escaped, and I moaned as another blow landed.
“Because I like it! I like disobeying! And I sure as hell am going to do it again if it means you’ll spank me like this,” I panted. I braced for another blow, but when his thumb rubbed my cheek, I sighed. He squeezed the sensitive flesh, and I twitched before his fingers trailed down my backside. I spread my legs as his fingers slid over my very wet pussy.
“You’re such a good fucking girl,” he murmured.
The Trade
“Da—ah!” I screamed as his hand came down on my pussy.
I glanced over my shoulder; three fingers speared inside me. I arched my back and panted, lifting my hips to present myself. I hadn’t done this for a man insolong. Need burned me from the inside out. Dane was the only man on my mind. The wet noises heightened my pleasure.
“What am I going to do with you?” his low rumble of promise filled the space.
“Make me come,” I breathed. His fingers moved at a painfully slow pace. I wriggled my hips and ground against them, lost in the pleasure.
“I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Ye-fuck,” I moaned as he curled his fingers.
My head fell slack as he drove me toward oblivion. My eyes rolled back, my body a living flame. As I reached the precipice with his thick fingers buried deep, he stopped.
I jerked my chin up, protest dying in my throat. His hand flashed in the air before it cracked against my wet, sensitive pussy. I screamed, my vision white-hot. My head spun, my senses intoxicated with him as he varied the pace, thrusting with a relentless rhythm.
Like a dog in heat, I thrust back to meet him. My orgasm built, a tightening coil that had my pussy clenching around hishand—but before I could break, he withdrew.Again.My eyes crossed as his palm came down hard on my ass.
“Dane,” I whimpered, tears hot on my cheeks.
He spread me, the wet sound filling the room before he speared back in. My eyes dilated. I was fuller, stretched to the limit.Knots, he had four, thick fingers in me now. Too much, and yet, so fucking good.I ground against him, desperate, his hard cock pressed against my side, a cruel reminder of what I truly needed.
“Yes, baby girl?” he asked gruffly.
“Please,” I begged.
“What are you crying about?” He rubbed a thumb against my lip.
“I want…,” I panted as his rhythm picked up. I cried out as I grew closer and closer to the edge.
“I know what you want, but I need to prepare you. If I don’t loosen you up, you’ll tear, and I don’t think you’d like that,” he groaned.
“But you can make me come. Let me come, please,” I whined.
“Don’t you trust me to take care of you?” he asked.
“Yes, but—”
“You’re still lying to yourself,” he growled as his fingers continued their merciless pace. My body flew forward with each thrust and my nails dug into his leg.
“I…” I trailed off. I couldn’t even remember what he’d asked. My body grew taut, my stomach tensed, and my thighs shook.
