“I might just see if I can make you scream louder than you ever have before.”
Then it happens, the first sharp sting against my ass, and I collapse forward on the desk, my cheek pressed against the smooth surface, the money crushed beneath my tits as the blows rain down.
I’m jolted forward every time, his hand sending patterns of heat and pleasure through me as I groan, my fingers holding onto the edge of the desk for dear life.
After a minute, he pulls down my tights and underwear and backhands me so hard I really do scream for him, a long wail of release that feels as if it is wrenched from somewhere deep in my soul.
I have never felt silence like this before. We’re in a club, surrounded by sound, and yet I can’t hear a thing. My head is empty. All I can think about is Gray.
“Who owns you?” he asks, his hand slamming down against my skin.
“You,” I whisper.
Right then, I know it’s just words, but I don’t care. I love the illusion of it. The freeing, impossible vulnerability of it.
“Don’t ever forget it,” he says, striking my ass over and over, the heat building so much that I wonder if I could come just from this.
He spanks me for what feels like hours, until I’ve melted against the surface of the desk, my mouth parted, body slumped, craving the next jarring slice of pained pleasure.
Then he kicks my legs apart, and I hear his fly descend as he drops his pants. His hands smooth over me gently as he lines up his dick and holds still.
“Okay?” he whispers. I’m barely coherent enough to answer, but he doesn’t move. My eyes are closed, and I’m so blissed out I can’t say a word. I feel his chest press against my back.
“Jax?” he murmurs. “You alright?”
His voice is edged with concern now, and the tiny part of my brain that can still function is desperate to reassure him.
“M’okay,” I manage to get out. “I’m ready for you.”
A finger smooths the hair behind my ear, so carefully it almost brings tears to my eyes. He places a gentle kiss on my neck.
“That’s an understatement,” he says, and then I groan as he pushes inside me in one long, deep thrust. It’s so unbelievably good, I sob out a groan. He’s moving too slowly. I need him inside menow,and with the last bit of strength I have, I slam my hips back against his, burying him to the hilt.
“Fuck,” he cries out, hands gripping my hips, before tugging off his jacket and throwing it down behind him. “You'd better hold onto something.”
That’s all the warning I get before I’m slammed forward into the desk, his thick dick thrusting inside like a battering ram as he fucks me so hard and fast I can hardly keep my body stable.
It’s brutal and rough, my ass stinging the whole time. I’ve never felt better.
I’m crying out with every slam of his hips by the end, as his hand moves to my hair and takes a commanding hold, pushing me down onto the table. My cheek is pressed against the money beneath me, and it’s the feel of it in that second that has me screaming as I come, harder than I ever have in my life.
“Jesus Christ,” he mutters and rams into me several more times before going still. I feel him pulse inside me, filling me up and pushing impossibly deep. “Fuck,fuck.”
I can feel the walls of my body gripping him tightly, and he curses several more times before he collapses on top of me.
We remain there in silence, the sounds of the club filtering through the walls around us as we both catch our breaths.
“Holy fucking shit,” Gray says, letting go of my hair and smoothing a hand over my neck.
After a minute or so, he sighs, standing back up and pulling slowly out of me. I can barely move my arms, my fingers cramping from holding onto the desk. Now that the insanely good sex is over, my whole body aches. I try to push myself up on shaking limbs, only to have an arm scoop around my waist and pull me up to standing.
I can’t help but wince, my hand moving to my stomach, where the edge of the desk was pressing into me. I can feel that it’s made a dent in my hip. I hiss as I rub at it, and Gray moves around to face me, his expression filled with concern.
“Did I hurt you?” his hands cover mine, smoothing over the spot, rubbing at it gently.
“No, it’s alright,” I slur, trying to shake off the euphoria. “Won’t last.”
He twists me around, pushing me gently to rest against the desk, but that’s even worse. My ass is on fire, and I wince, pushing off it again, as his brow furrows even more.
