Page 71 of Hexed & Hazy

I force myself upright, watching him through sleepy lids. He’s still hard, still bound, still so good. I bite my lip between my teeth and lean forward, my breasts in his face as I unbind him.

He takes a nipple into his mouth and bites down—hard. That’s the first sign that we’re switching roles. Everything about him, about us, makes so much sense when he takes the belt in his hand and rolls me onto my back.

I look up at him with wide eyes.

“Tell me what you like. Do you want me to keep being a good boy? I can do that.”

“I—”

He leans closer, his breath against my neck as he speaks. “Or do you want me to take you hard? Smack this belt against your ass? Fuck you until you’re sore tomorrow?”

I can’t remember the last time I let someone be in this position, but giving myself to Seth feels… right.

“Yes. That. Yes, please.”

“And you’re going to be good for me now?”

There’s a weak pulse between my legs as he pushes his body against mine, his weight grounding me. “Yes. I’ll be good.”

“That’s fucking right.” He bites on my neck hard enough to leave a mark. “You won’t come until I say so, right?”

“I—yes.”

“And if you do?”

“I want you to punish me.” My voice comes out softer than intended, breathy. “With the belt.”

“Only if you want me to.” He meets my gaze with a serious expression, and I nod.

The smile on his face nearly feels out of place as he presses his forehead to mine and pushes in, giving me everything at once. Every inch. He’s everywhere. My breaths are gasps as he fucks into me, slower than I thought he would, rolling his hips and grinding his length into just the right spot.

I’ve never been so close to coming so quickly, never been close to coming at all from penetration alone, but—how does he already know my body so well?

“I feel you squeezing around me,” he says. “But you can’t let go yet. Not until I say so.”

I whimper. Somehow, his words only push me closer to the edge—but I can resist. I will. I’m nothing if not an overachiever, and I want more of his praise. Each thrust is painfully slow, and when he snakes a hand between us to rub my clit, I can barely feel it.

It shouldn’t be enough to send me over the edge.

“I’m—” I cry out, my eyes rolling back.

“Not yet. Be a good girl for me. Don’t you dare come already.”

I try to focus on anything else, but all I can see is the desire in his eyes as he fucks me slowly. This is what I’ve always wanted. Seth filling me. Him taking his time with me. Him treating me like I’m something tender…

And equally, like I’m something worth fucking. Wrecking. Demolishing.

When he presses his fingers against my clit, just a little harder, I unravel without warning. My back arches beneath him, and I cry out, shaking out another orgasm. How many times have I come already? I never knew it would be like this with him.

He rubs me harder and pulls out, hissing as his cock throbs against my belly. We’re both doing this on purpose, aren’t we? Me coming without permission, and him forcing me there—we want this. I want this.

“You bad fucking girl.” He slaps my pussy. “You like that, don’t you? You like being bad for me?”

“Yes… yes…”

And I do. Having spent so long being good, responsible, and quiet, I want to be more for him. I want to be me—and I want his promised punishment; I want to press his buttons until he pushes me down with those muscular arms and takes what has always secretly been his.

All of me.