“No, baby, you need to learn that there are consequences to your actions. You can’t just lash out at someone. You don’t get to solve your problems with violence. Not when it comes to someone you care about.”
“Who says I care about you?”
“The way your heart’s racing says you do. The blush in your cheeks says you do. The way you keep looking at me like you want to fuck me until I’m dead says you do.” He gets close, mouth right against my ear. “Ifucking say you care, baby.”
“Fuck you.”
“Such a feisty one.”
“Let go of me.”
“I think your punishment is going to be simple.” He kisses the shell of my ear. I close my eyes, breathing hard, fighting back a moan. Tingles fill my core as arousal floods my body.Damn stupid vagina is a coward and a traitor. “I’m going to spank your pretty ass until it’s pink and raw. And then I’m going to make you come.”
My eyes go wide. “Wait, hold on, I can apologize again?—”
Too late. He pulls back but only enough to spin me around. My palms press against the wall, and I arch my back, shoving my hips toward him as he roughly wrenches my workout shorts down over my ass, exposing my bare skin.
The snarl he makes is pure animal lust. It’s got to be the sexiest noise I’ve ever heard in my life. He grips my hair with his left hand, fisting it tightly.
I could get away. It might hurt, but I could do it. He’s not keeping me pinned here anymore, and we both know it. The only reason I’d submit to this little punishment is simple?—
It’s because I want it.
I turn my head slightly, cheek pressed to the cool wall, and stare at him.
His eyes burn with pure desire. He wants me so fucking bad it’s incredible. His cock is rock hard, straining his boxer briefs, and there’s a little wet mark from the precum leaking out.
My god. This man is losing his mind for me.
Just like I’m going wild for him.
“That’s a good fucking girl,” he whispers, and then he spanks me hard enough to make me gasp in shock. “Taking your punishment. I knew you’d fucking like it.”
“Get it over with,” I say through my teeth, fighting back moans.
“You want me to hurry?” He smirks, rubbing one hand down my spine and cupping my ass. “I’d rather take my time.”
“Don’t be a bastard.”
His grip on my hair pulls. “You like it when I’m a bastard,” he says, glaring death at me. Death and sin and mindless bliss. “Tell me you love it. You want me to ruin you, don’t you, Fiorella? You stomp around acting like such a tough girl, but deep down, you’re as wet and needy as everyone else. You just need a man to crack through your thick armor. Tell me you want to whine for me, little slut. Tell me you want me to break you.”
“Go to hell,” I whisper.But drag me there with you.
He spanks me again, then buries his mouth on mine. I moan into his kiss, brain finally breaking. His tongue invades past my teeth, hungry, exploring, devouring. It’s the most sinful kiss I’ve ever experienced. Half punishment, half reward. I wriggle against him, and he spanks me again, and again, kissing me, licking my tongue, biting my lower lip, over and over. I moan into that kiss, whimper, groan, losing myself completely to him.
I gasp for air as he pulls back, his lips red and puckered, his eyes burning. My ass aches from his palm. He gets behind me, roughly wrenching my sports bra up, and teases my breasts with his hands, kneading my stiff nipples. I stay where I am, his hard cock rubbing against my raw ass, hands above my head and my legs spread.
“What a good girl,” he whispers. “Do you know how good you taste? Do you have any idea? You want me to bury my big dick inside your beautiful little cunt, but that’s not what you’re getting, baby. No, I’m going to taste you until you come, and when you’re done, I’m going to shove my fingers deep into your mouth and make you choke on yourself. Do you understand me, little slut?”
“Fuck, you really are a bastard,” I say, goading him, because I want him so bad it hurts.
He drops to his knees behind me. Even though I’m sweaty from my workout, he doesn’t hesitate to spread my ass and tongue my pussy from behind. I gasp, arching myself, and his tongue slides in and out expertly, eating me like his favorite dish.
It feels so fucking good. Right until he spanks me again.
“Fuck!” I look over my shoulder in shock. He plunges his fingers inside me, going deep. Bliss slams into my brain and my eyes roll back. “Fuuuuck,” I say, same word, different meaning.
He spanks me again, and again, then licks me and eats me, alternating pleasure and pain, controlling and dominating me, until I’m right there riding along the edge. I can’t think, can’t breathe. All I want is release. All I want is him.
