“Are you going to defy me again, or are you going to obey?” He spanked her so hard that she lurched up the mattress. She released a garbled, incoherent sound and he smacked her again. “Answerme.”
“Obey,” she breathed out around his thumb, pressing her thighs together in an attempt to curb the desperate ache.
“Good,” he whispered, shooting a claw from his fingertip and tracing it down her spine. She shivered as he sliced through her panties, then tossed the ruined silk to the floor.
He retracted the claw and removed his thumb from her mouth, using both his hands to spread her ass apart.
She tensed, worried about where he was going to put his fingers, but he didn’t go anywhere near the space between her cheeks.
Just like he promised he wouldn’t.
The thought of it, that he was respecting her wishes even as he delivered such delectable pain, made fresh tears squeeze from her eyes.
Tears that instantly dried the second he stroked a finger up her slit, her lips dripping for him. His dark, silken chuckle coasted over her skin. “You’re so fucking wet. My twisted little ballerina.”
She spread her thighs apart, pushing her hips back in an effort to impale herself, so desperate to have his long, elegant fingers inside her.
He pressed his forearm against her lower back and curled his hand around her hip, then used the other to tease between her legs in light, feathery strokes. “No squirming, or you won’t get your reward. Can you stay still for me?”
He huffed a laugh as she went motionless.
“Yes, Ronin.”
“Good fucking girl.” He plunged his thumb inside her, and her body erupted. She chomped down on her tongue to keep from moving as waves of shimmering bliss rocked her limbs.
He pushed his thumb in and out in a tantalizingly slow rhythm, stroking his index finger along her clit in tandem. Drawing out her pleasure.
Keeping still under the ministrations of his wicked fingers was nearly impossible. Moans and whimpers bubbled up her throat and she pressed her mouth against the sheets, desperately afraid that if he heard them, he’d stop this seductive torture.
Her entire body quivered, her thighs shaking, her hard nipples coasting over the soft blankets. Trying to control her muscles as he fucked her with his fingers only provoked her impending release. She suspected he knew; that this was the reason he’d demanded she not move.
“Fuckinglookat you, Mireille.” His quiet voice was near worshipful as he held her down, his fingers soaked with her arousal. “This perfect, pink ass.” He squeezed a cheek with his left hand as his right continued to move inside her. “These powerful thighs.” He trailed a hand down her legs. “This fuckinghair,” he groaned, fisting a handful of it again as he increased his pumping rhythm, circling his index finger around her clit.
She was nearly sobbing into the sheets, struggling to still her hips when all she wanted to do was roll back against his hand, his praise skyrocketing her to heights of sheer ecstasy.
Then, just when she was on the verge of pitching over the edge, her body a tight coil of pleasure begging to spring loose, the fuckerstopped.
He removed his hands from her hair and between her legs, calmly placing them outside his hips, and gifted her a gorgeous, infuriating smile.
She bolted upright, her chest heaving, and straddled him. “What the fuck, Ronin?” She shoved his torso, but he didn’t even flinch. Just continued to smirk as she beat him with her tiny fists.
He stopped her movement with a large hand on her hip, then grabbed her wrists with the other. “Oh, you thought the spanking was your punishment?” He had the fucking audacity tolaugh. “The spanking was forme.” He brought his face inches from hers, breathing against her lips. “And you only get to come if you behave.”
She snarled, then bit his bottom lip.
His eyes went molten as he tore away, then dragged a finger across his beautiful mouth, brows narrowed.
Her heart pounded in her chest. She was fucking furious with him. But still wanted him so badly. She’d agreed to this. Agreed to play along. He’d said this was about her pleasure, but how could that be true if he were denying her?
He licked the blood from his finger, his gaze sliding back to her, and all the air fled her lungs. “Youreallyshouldn’t have done that.”
It was all the warning he offered before flipping her face down onto the mattress and bracketing her hips with his knees, folding her arms behind her. She tried to break free, his rock-hard cock bouncing against her back as she kicked and struggled beneath him.
He reached for the sheet, elongating his claws, then cut out a long strip of fabric and tied her wrists together. She bucked her hips, trying to throw him off, but he held firm. Once he had her arms secured, he flipped her over again, her bound arms pinned beneath her.
She kicked a leg out, aiming for his stomach, but he caught her ankle. “No, no. Unless you want me to tie these up, too?”
Amatu spare her, his wild, cunning grin made her impossibly wetter.
