“Be busy later.”
“What about your freckles?”
“Count them later too.”
“But I’m up to fifty-three now.”
“I don’t care,” I insist, a whine creeping up in my voice.
“Maybe I should at least finish this pattern,” he keeps teasing.
I groan. “Don’t be an asshole.”
He chuckles, his bare chest twitching as he straightens up on his knees. He caps the Sharpie and throws it away before coming back down and draping his hot and muscled chest over my spine. He settles himself between my thighs and his big, hard, dripping cock at my ass. Then, moving his hips up and down and running the length of his dick, he says, “Only if you promise not to be a desperate little whore.”
I moan again, moving in tandem with him. “Please, S-Shepard, I need…”
He nips my earlobe with his teeth and hums, moving up and down my ass. “I know what you need, and I’ll give it to you.”
I clench my eyes shut and sigh. “Oh, thank you.”
“But I’ll give it to you my way and you’ll lie there and take it, yeah?”
It sounds like a threat, his rough and rumbled words. And given the fact that he’s pinning me to the bed with his body weight, it’s a threat that also feels suffocating. It feels all-encompassing. So scary and delicious. Like his choking hands and life-giving kisses.
I nod. “Y-yes.”
“Good girl,” he says, and it warms me from the inside out. Then he rises back up, but before I can make any moves, he grasps the back of my neck in a clear command to stay put. He grabs my hip with rough fingers and hauls me up to my knees. Then, kneading my flesh, he says, “First, I’m going to be a little rougher than last night, okay?”
Fear coils heavy in my belly just as my pussy floods with even more wetness, and I jerk out a nod. But it’s not good enough for him because before I can take another hitched breath, he lets go of my hip and brings his palm down on my ass in a thwack, smacking me. I let out a very loud moan and jerk with the sharp sting.
Holy fuck, that was…
“Use your words,” he commands. “Say yes or no, yeah?”
“Thathurt,” I say, trying to look back at him.
But he keeps me pinned with that strong hand on my neck and spanks me again. “It’s going to hurt more if you don’t do as I say. So tell me you understand that I’m in the mood for a rough fuck right now.”
My pussy pulses at his words, at his dark demeanor. While at the same time, nerves skitter down my spine. Why did I think I had him figured out? Why did I think that he was going to be all sweet like he was last night? I mean, he made me ride his boot and told me he liked it. He broke his own window to get to me and then kneeled on broken glass to eat my pussy. But more importantly, who do I think I am, getting all timid about this? Clutching my pearls when I like every single thing he does to me.
So I nod again, and this time, use my words. “Y-yes.”
He smacks me again, but this time I know it’s because he’s pleased and warmth spreads over me once more. God, I’m such a wreck for him.
Then, “And I’m going to do you like this, okay? On your knees and belly.” To emphasize, he digs his thumb into my pulse. “Andit’s going to feel even bigger, my dick. It’s going to feel like I’m fucking into your tummy and making it hurt. Like, I’m making everything hurt down there. Hurt and swollen and puffy. But you’ll like it. And you’ll take it. Tell me why.”
My tummy is already hurting but I nod again, my cheek pressed on the pillow, my eyes glassy. I’m on the verge of coming, just from his words. But because he asked me a question and because I know he won’t like it if I don’t answer, I do. “B-because it’ll hurt so good.”
“Yeah.” Another spank before he says, “It will, won’t it. So again, you’ll lie there, on your knees, with your ass offered up to me to fuck. Because I’m also in the mood to stare at your asshole. And the pattern you didn’t let me finish becauseyouwere in the mood to be a slut and needed my dick so bad.”
He says it so casually, that word, mentions that body part like a throwaway comment that at first, I don’t pay attention to it. But then my asshole clenches on its own, without volition, almost fearfully, and I realize what he just said. Another current of fear runs through my veins as I make a mess between my thighs, whispering, “You… You said…”
“You caught that, huh?” he grunts, and I feel him move behind me. I feel him placing his dick in the crack of my ass as he goes up and down like before, the fine hairs on his thighs rubbing up against my flanks, his hand on my neck, keeping me pinned and submissive. My core jerks and throbs at the feel of his cock, and by stroke three I’m wetting him with my juices, rocking my ass back and forth against him.
It was almost out of my mind, his casual comment, when he says, “I was trying to ease you into it.”
“Ease me… into what?”
