Which is how, when he flipped me onto my back and crawled over me, I pushed up on my elbows to kiss him hard. He let out a surprised moan against my mouth before pulling back, hisbreath ragged and hot against my cheek, but instead of speaking, he dragged his thumb along my lower lip, pressing just enough to make my lungs constrict.
He tilted my chin up, his voice low and taunting. “Didn’t expect that from you, did I? Needy girl.”
“When can we do it again?” I sounded whiny and desperate, but I didn’t care. I wanted to feel full of him again, wanted those intense orgasms to take over my entire existence. Never in my life had a man talked so filthily to me or dared to go near my asshole without permission. I liked that more than I’d anticipated…
He chuckled and half dragged me up the bed to cuddle. His room was bathed in soft lamplight. I rested my head on his chest, breathing in his scent. “Did I hurt you?”
“In a good way, I promise. You have big dick energy, but you have a big dick to match it. It was a good kind of pain.”
“You really know how to inflate a man’s ego,” he teased.
“You really know how to make a woman come.” Which was true. I saw stars. Literal stars. Pretty sure my soul left my body on that last one.
“Why do you sound surprised?”
I laughed. “It’s not because of you. I usually can’t finish from penetration alone.”Usuallybeing the operative word there, because I’d managed to the last time I slept with Dean, but then I’d been fantasizing about the very man lying beside me.
“Hm.” He paused, contemplating. “So, you’ve never used a safe word before.”
I squirmed, thinking about the safe word I’d offered him. “No. I thought… well, what I thought was rough, really wasn’t. And I know you’ve barely scratched the surface with me. But I… I’m curious. I want more.”
A sound of approval rumbled in his chest. “More, huh? Think you’re ready to be punished for all the times you’ve defied me?”
I scoffed. “You make it sound like I’m in for a world of hurt.” He gave me a knowing look, which made me clear my throat. “Wait… how many times?”
Maverick rolled those dark blue eyes of his that made me weak in the knees. “Let’s see… encroaching on my territory in the middle of the night, snapping at me in the bar, making fun of my name, mocking me withsirGod knows how many times, holding a knife to my throat, crashing my date, telling me to shut up, not wearing panties to a public place. I’m sure the list could go on. As it stands, you’re at eight counts.”
Oh.“Are you… what will you do?”
He exhaled slowly, running his tongue along his bottom lip before tipping his head toward me, like he was deciding whether to devour me or let me squirm a little longer. My stomach bottomed out, heat pooling low, my pussy clenching around nothing at the unbearable anticipation.I was far from done with him tonight and was grateful when he moved to sit at the edge of the bed, patting the spot next to him.
I eagerly crawled on all fours to him. Once I reached his side, he pulled me across his lap and pressed my face into the mattress with one hand while the other gently caressed my ass cheeks.
I knew right away what my punishment would be.
“Eight strikes for eight counts of disobedience. Do you understand?” I nodded into the duvet. “That’s my good girl.”
Dios mio.
His praise struck me right in the ovaries, and I nearly combusted on the spot. “What’s your safe word, Sophie?”
“Mercy,” I whispered.
“That’s right.”
And then he moved. One arm pinned me down securely before I could take my next breath.
The first smack against my ass made me yelp—stunned me into stillness. He rubbed my behind momentarily before striking again in a different spot, this one bringing tears unbidden to my eyes. The third one made the tears fall, but by the fourth, I’d surrendered to the sensation and just let myself feel. Strike five left me writhing against him as I awaited the rest. The sixth had me contemplating what was so wrong with me that I liked it so much. The final two strikes had my pussy pulsing and so ready for Maverick to claim me again.
He rubbed a gentle hand over my still-stinging flesh, then turned us so I was on my back and he was between my knees, wiping away my tears. I pushed his hands away, not wanting the emotional intimacy of him acting like he cared, and reached to grab his cock.
“Sophie—”
“Justfuck me,Maverick,” I growled.
He conceded, putting a condom on and pushing inside me. That feeling of fullness was back, but without his finger in my ass like earlier. And fuck, part of me wished he would do it again.
Instead, he grabbed my bra and yanked it down so my breasts spilled out. Pressing open-mouthed kisses to my chest while he maintained his pace, he tugged on my piercings. The sweet pain made me cry out.
