Striding to her side, I picked her tiny body up and tossed her, caveman style, over my shoulder. “There’ll be time for talking later. Right now, I need you begging for my cock and coming until you scream.”
Punctuating my statement with a firm slap to her ass, I carried her in the direction of her bedroom.
CHAPTER 10
Cat
This was crazy. I couldn’t believe I’d let this wild biker into my life, let alone my apartment! But try as I might to work up the proper levels of indignation over his heavy-handed ways, I couldn’t deny how much I liked them. How turned on he made me feel.
With every step we took closer to my bedroom, the wetter I became. By the time he dropped me on the bed, I was gushing like a fountain.
Ace promptly shrugged out of his leather vest and t-shirt. Bare from the waist up, he was so magnificent, I could have wept for joy. I’ve never referred to a man’s physique as beautiful before, but this biker could only be described as that. I’m talking about sheer perfection.
Every muscle looked as though it had been sculpted by a gifted artist. Every line and ridge that outlined them, a masterpiece of absolute symmetry. His tattoos, which I hadn’t even known I was into until I’d met this enigmatic man, covered nearly everysquare inch of visible flesh. Flames, tribal imagery, animals, and his club name, all blended in a perfect mosaic of color and proportion wherever they’d been skillfully inked.
I wanted to lick this man from head to toe. Every damn inch of him looked absurdly delicious. I couldn’t help but stare at his body with an unadulterated, ravenous hunger that made me yearn to gorge on anything he was offering.
“Strip,” Ace ordered then, after giving me some time to take him all in. His grey eyes were half lidded yet more intense than ever as he watched me watching him. “I want you naked, now.”
I shivered at his dark command. The men I’d known in the past didn’t talk to me like this, and I was ashamed to admit I liked it. I liked it a lot. In fact, I liked everything Ace did or said. He turned me all the way on and made me feel like his living sex doll. Even worse, I wanted to behisin every conceivable way. No ifs, ands, or buts about it.
When we’d returned home from Krammer’s, I’d changed into a bright red bodysuit that hugged my curves just right. I’d paired the slinky outfit with tiny, faded denim shorts. I guess I’d been fooling myself thinking what I wore would even matter. We both knew why I’d invited the gruff biker into my home, and it wasn’t for drinks or stimulating conversation. It was for the raw, carnal act we were about to indulge in, and frankly, felt like I’d been waiting for my whole adult life.
Standing, I reminded myself to be bold and give this man exactly what he asked for. Which was exactly what I wanted: his attention, body, and more orgasms throughout the night than I could count.
Unbuttoning my shorts, I slowly drew them down my thighs then toed them off onto my floor.
Ace’s eyes flared with lust as he saw that my bodysuit was a thong. “What’s this?” he said, coming closer and smoothing his hands over my rear.
Hooking his finger under the thin strip of material, he ran it along the contour of my body until he reached the part that slipped between my pale cheeks.
My throat felt parched when I answered, “A thong. I thought you might like it.” From the brewing storm of lust in his eyes, I’d guessed right.
“Hmm,” he hummed, his free hand trailing down my stomach. His fingers paused on my mound and teased my seam through the thin fabric, driving me absolutely wild. “You were right. I fucking love it. Now turn around, put your hands on the bed, and bend all the way over. I want to see that beautiful ass of yours up close,” he thickly demanded.
Doing as I was told, I spun on my toes. Leaning my forearms onto the mattress, I canted my hips so that my ass was held high in the air. Holding my breath, I waited for his next command, or action, whatever it may be.
Ace smoothed his hands over my bottom, kneading the thickest part. With one hand, he found the snap of my thong and popped it open so he could have access to all of me. With his big hands on my naked ass, he spread my cheeks apart, and I could feel him staring at the tight bud between them.
He made a rumbly, growling noise and I nearly came on the spot. I’m not sure why it spoke to me so deeply, but it did. My body responded by getting so wet, the moisture began to coatmy inner thighs. I should be mortified that he was looking at me there. But I wanted him to look. Look, and maybe even touch.
“I’m going to fuck you in every hole, babe,” he fervently promised. “When I’m done with you, you’re going to be dripping with my cum, begging for me to bite you and mark you as my woman.”
The old me would have been horrified by this statement, but from this man, it caused my stomach to clench excitedly.
“Tell me how much you want my cock and cum,” he demanded, squeezing my ass hard now.
“I want it, Ace,” I answered breathily, his name sounding like a gasp on my lips.
He gave my rear a firm whack and I started. “I said tell me you want my cock and cum. Say it! All of it, or I won’t give it to you.”
My heart beat faster as I absorbed what had just happened. No man had ever spanked me before. I hadn’t been prepared for what it would feel like. Or what it would do to me.
I hesitated, trying to decide where to go from here. My inaction caused Ace to spank me a second time. This time even harder than the first. Clenching my cheeks, I tried to lunge forward but Ace snagged my hips and growled his disapproval.
“Don’t move, babe. You need this. You crave it,” he soothed, before delivering four more quick, sharp ‘thwaps’ to my bottom, each successive strike more stinging than the last.
Denying his words, even though they held a ring of truth to them, I began to wildly buck against his hold. I was a modern woman! I didn’t like things like spankings and men ordering meabout. That was only for my romance novels, books I read late at night when no one was watching or judging.
