Fuck.
He’dbeen hard for hours?
Before my brain could work enough to make a smart-ass remark that would only get me in trouble, I was saved by the moan that echoed through the garage as I stood. The sudden shift had sparks shooting off in me, and I almost came.
Knees shaking, it took more willpower than I’d thought I had to keep from coming. Roman’s hands came around me, but his idea of helping was to press my body tightly against his. It put his cock precariously close to mine, which only made it harder to focus.
“My needy brat. It’s going to feel so good when I slide into you, isn’t it?” Roman’s words sent shivers down my spine. “I’m going to spread you out and tie you to the bed, then I’m going to suck on that sexy dick of yours, and if you’re very good, I’ll slide out the plug and fuck you with my tongue.”
It was sexy.
It was insane.
It was more than I could handle.
My hips thrust forward, and I started grinding myself against him. Roman’s hand came down on my ass, but the flash of pain only made it more perfect. “Please…please…Sir…”
“Naughty brat.” One hand moved to pin me to his body so I couldn’t thrust against him, and his other spanked my still-tender ass. “Do you get to play with yourself like that?”
“No, but—”
Roman’s voice cut through my desperate pleas. “No excuse. You know better than that. I think I’m going to have to remind you who controls your pleasure.”
Fuck.
“I’m sorry, please let me come. I was so good earlier. I took my punishment, and I was so good. And—” I’d have kept going, but the touch of his lips to mine silenced me.
As he kissed me, some of the panic receded, but the knowledge I’d disobeyed frustrated me. I’d been within seconds of being fucked. When he pulled back, I expected to hear his punishment, and the declaration that I wouldn’t get to come.
He constantly surprised me.
“You did take your punishment well, and I can feel how needy you are, so I’m going to let you come. But you’re not getting out of your punishment, do you understand?” Roman’s heated gaze never left my face, and I could see that the thought of punishing me turned him on, but I couldn’t deny that it made my cock even harder to imagine what he was going to do to me.
“Yes, Sir.” The words came out shaky, and I could hear the desire echoing in my voice, but I knew I deserved it…and I knew I wanted it.
The curse of being a brat.
“I was going to take you upstairs and make love to you, but now I don’t think you deserve that, Brat.” The words should have made me nervous, but the look on his face made my knees weak, and I couldn’t wait to see what he would do.
I knew one day he’d make love to me slowly and tenderly; it just might take us a while to get the explosive need under control long enough. There was no rush, though. As I’d gotten to know him better and seen more of who he really was, seeing us together in the long run had become easier.
Roman wasn’t going to fuck and run.
He might drive me crazy and push me to the edge, but he was going to be there while I shattered and hold me while the pieces came together again.
As Roman started walking us toward the door, I thought he was going to make me walk all the way upstairs, and I wasn’t sure if my legs would take me that far. The way the plug rubbed against my prostate and the way his hands wandered over my ass made it almost impossible to take even a few steps.
I’d orgasm all over the stairs, if I even managed to make it that far.
Roman either decided to take it easy on me or he was too turned on to wait as well, because after he ran a hand over the hood of the car, I found myself chest down against the paint with my ass in the air. His hands palmed my cheeks and all I could do was moan.
“Let me see that sexy ass.” Not arching out fast enough had him smacking it again.
“That’s better.” The soothing, pleased tone had me almost purring. Spanking or not, he was my Dom. And making him happy sent almost as much pleasure through me as the plug had.
When he reached around my hips and unbuttoned my pants, all I could do was moan and whine. I didn’t care what he did or how he did it, I just wanted to be fucked and to come. The nagging worry about my punishment only added spice to the already erotic encounter.
The dirty air of the garage made me feel naughty as he shoved my pants down and bared my ass. Did he know how much it would turn me on, or was it simply his fantasy? The idea that he was doing it simply because it got him off made my cock jerk and start leaking precum on the concrete floor.
