Page 56 of Enemy of the Heart

I’m practically panting now, and a small mewl escapes me. Imploring him for more, I push my hips back against his hand, making him chuckle.

“You’re begging me at this point, aren’t you, baby? You want me between these cheeks.”

I groan, the sound vibrating through me.

“I’m going to fuck your ass, Lou, and if you don’t want me to, you need to physically stop me. Do you understand?”

Louhi

Fuck yes, I understand.

My pussy flutters wildly, uncontrollably. I moan, dropping to my elbows. Arousal and excitement roll through me like molten lava. I’m wound so tightly that I’m not even sure I can form coherent words at this point.

I’m wet and wanting. I can no longer recall what brought me down here in the first place.

Soft groans clatter in my throat, and I thrust my hips back, begging Sean, pleading with him to give me something, anything more than just his fingers.

I need him.

He told me to physically stop him if I didn’t want him to fuck me, and while I could if I wanted to, who in their right mind would stop this man from desecrating their body? It sure as shit won’t be me.

“I want to hear you beg me. Say, ‘Please fuck my ass, Sean.’”

Jeesus Kristus.

“Please—please, fuck my arse.”

I yelp as Sean’s hand connects with my right cheek, hard, as though heated nettles were whacked against my skin. It stings in the most addictive way.

“I know you can follow orders. Try again,” he commands, his voice more gruff and guttural than usual.

A long, drawn-out moan rattles in my throat, and I squirm against him.

I’ve been fucked like this before, but ordinarily, I’d like to prep a little first. I’m not going to spiral over that, though. If Sean doesn’t mind, why should I?

Sean’s fingers bruise the flesh of my backside as he squeezes firmly before landing another blow to the other cheek, reminding me that I’m taking too long to comply with his instructions. He continues to assault my pussy with his fingers, thrusting in and out of me languidly, and I wriggle beneath him, whimpering.

Through panted breaths, I plead, “Please…fuck my arse, Sean.”

“Since you begged me so sweetly, I think I will…but not yet.”

I’m halfway through the roll of my eyes when he adds, “Now, lay over the bench.”

My brain doesn’t process his order fast enough, because the next thing I know, Sean is physically throwing me over the end of the bench. The cushioned pad is skinny, so it only supports my ribcage and stomach. I’m positioned so that I’m still staring in the mirror. My bony knees drive into the hard mats almost painfully, but it’s not unmanageable.

In the mirror, I watch as his head disappears behind me. A fraction of a second later, he’s licking me all the way from my clit to my arse. My pussy becomes a drumline, pulsing of its own accord as my body heats. He laps at my tight back hole, and I moan, low and deep. It feels so good, like he’s lighting me on fire from the inside out.

His hand moves to the back of my neck, his fingertips digging into the sides uncomfortably. As he continues to lick and suck at me, his right palm connects with the back of my thigh. Sean harmonizes the combined pleasure and pain until my body sings a beautiful song.

My eyelids flutter as my orgasm begins to crest, and I ride the wave until black dots dance across my vision. He releases my neck and slaps my clit. The hit is sharp and unexpected.

“I think you need a little more pain, baby? Is that what you want?” He yanks my head back hard so that my eyes are wild as I peer up at the can lights in the ceiling. His hand comes down and cracks across my face. It’s more startling than anything. I grin as a laugh that borders on something unhinged bubbles from me. If anyone else had dared to slap me, I’d cut off their hands. Sean is the sole exception to the rule.

In our reflection, I can tell that his eyes have gone dark and crazed in a way that makes me smile. I love it when he’s like this.

He hits me again, and I arch my back with a keening groan. My clit pulses as I rock backwards, pressing into him involuntarily. Like a reward, Sean slides his fingers over my cunt. The act makes a sloppy, obscene sound, alerting us both to just how much I’m enjoying this. Then, he thrusts two fingers into me and curls them. Perkele.

“I love the way you get off on this. Your cunt is crying out for it. I bet you want me to hurt you some more, don’t you? We both know you like that.” Bloody fucking hell, the mouth on this man is filthier than an abandoned public loo.