Page 72 of Hexed & Hazy

The realization clicks into place, and I squirm beneath him, reaching for his cock, hoping to slide it back where it belongs. Another minor act of defiance.

“I promised a punishment.” He grabs my wrists before I can touch him and turns me over, sticking my ass up in the air.

While I expect the sting to land immediately, it doesn’t. His fingers weave through my hair so softly, and he bends low to look at me, meeting my gaze. “Unless you want to stop?”

There’s no taunt in the words. He’s genuinely checking in, isn’t he?

I give him a tender smile, hoping to set him at ease. “No. I don’t want that. Green.”

He presses a soft kiss to my cheek, smiling against my skin. “Mmmm…” The sound he lets out is nearly a growl. “You’ll be my good girl again by the end of the night.”

And then his hand lands on my ass, and I hiss, feeling the sharp sting all the way to my swollen, throbbing clit. I spread my legs wider, waiting for more, and he slaps me again—this time with the belt. Harder. His other hand rubs against my clit, almost in apology, and the pain and pleasure mix in a way that makes me buzz.

“Please.” Gods, I’m a whimpering mess. I press my cheek against the pillow, and he lands another whack on my ass.

“Please, what, beautiful? Tell me what you want.”

“Please… take me again.” I push back, hoping to meet his cock, but he only gives me another slap with the belt. “I need you to come. Fill me. Please.”

“Is that what you want?” He presses closer, his cock bobbing between my knees, and I meet him. His hand rests on my back and forces me onto the bed. He drops the belt and props a pillow underneath me, forcing my ass into the air.

“Fuck,” he groans, gripping my behind in both hands. “You don’t know how close I am to coming already. Not even in you yet. Just looking at you here… your cute, pink ass…”

I let out a frustrated sound, and he chuckles.

“Be good, beautiful. I’ll give you what you’re asking for.” His cock finally teases my entrance, but instead of filling me, he strokes himself.

I never imagined Seth would be like this—slow, torturing, focused on my pleasure rather than his. Would I have been able to stay away from him for so long if I’d known?

“You took your punishment so well for me,” he says. “I want to make sure you come again. So, you need to be patient with me, all right, baby? You need to come when I say so. Can you do that?”

I nod, my eyes closing shut.

“None of that.” His fingers weave into my hair, and he pulls me up, my back pressed to his chest. “You’re going to look at me when I fill you. And we’re going to come together. I want you clenching around me, taking it all. Can you do that for me?”

It’s taunting, the way he speaks, as he pushes into me inch by inch.

“Y-yes.”

“Good girl.” The words are whispered against my ear. “You look so pretty when you take my cock. Makes me only want you. I want to keep you all to myself.”

“Don’t—don’t say it if you don’t mean it.”

He smacks my ass hard, but there’s no changing the affection behind his gaze. “I do. Isn’t that what you want?”

“Yes. So much.”

He can’t understand how I need him to be mine, but it doesn’t matter. My mind is wiped, completely blank, when he enters me.

I gasp, meeting the thrust. His expression contorts, pleasure obvious with each push. He really won’t last long—but he still puts me first, his finger between my thighs, grazing against my swollen clit with each thrust.

His words, coming to him so easily before, are lost to his whimpers and whines as he fucks into me. And then he pushes me against the bed again, hand in my hair, fucking into me hard.

Rough. Dirty. Losing himself. I get lost with him, my body shaking and clenching around me as he fills me. Finally, making me his.

Seth knows his way around our home too easily. He sneaks downstairs with a promise of snacks and water, his boxers slung low around his hips. Seth Bautista is bringing me snacks. He’s giving me aftercare—something I’m quite good at asking for.

My past partners have made jokes about my list of aftercare demands.