Page 108 of Ivory's Ruin Romance

Ecstasy stretched on and on, quivering and fusing and twisting until she gave one final, exhausted tremor. Adrian hummed with contentment between her legs, his voice muffled by her thighs. That’s when she realized she’d trapped him there, her legs frozen in a vice grip on his shoulders and her hands buried in his hair.

Forcing her limbs to let go, she sat up and bit back a satisfied, delirious smile. His molten eyes lifted, face coated in her nectar.

Then, his lips curled into a deadly smirk. She froze. “Did I say you could let go of the table?”

The next breath caught in her throat. “No, sir.”

He clicked his tongue, sliding into the dark persona she both loved and feared. A rush of adrenaline fused with the dopamine in her system, and she was wet and squirming all over again.

“Turn around. Bend over the table.” His words came out cold and authoritative.

Her body reacted as if he’d doused her in gasoline and held a match between his fingers. She gulped, dropping her feet to the floor and twisting to lower her torso to the hard surface. The wood pressed into her chest, hard and unyielding against her tender breasts. Tension skated across her skin, but he didn’t move to touch her.

“Spread your legs.”

She whimpered. Even though they both already knew what he’d see, sliding apart her legs revealed just how slick she’d become, how her own cum dripped down her swollen cunt as it ached for more.

“Wider.”

She grit her teeth to hold in the embarrassment of being so defenseless and stretched until her knees could no longer bend. He nudged her open with his foot to his satisfaction, making her rely completely on the table for balance.

“You still want to see how far I can push you?”

Her heart hammered like a jackknife. Helpless, exposed, and drenched, she pressed her face into the wood and bit back a moan. She felt drunk on desire, delirious for his domination.

“Yes, please, sir.”

His fist tangled in her hair and lifted her face, his erection grinding into her ass. Her scalp burned as her pussy sang. “Then, from this point on, say anything but your safe word, and I won’t let you come at all.”

FIFTY-THREE

Every molecule of air evaporated from her lungs. Adrian let her head rest back to the table, but he didn’t let go, holding his fingers firm against her skull. His hand remained strong yet forgiving, a reminder that though he was in control, she would always be safe.

His other palm came down fast and hard. She squealed, toes curling against the sting on her ass.

“Hush.”

The punishing palm cracked down again. And again. Over and over, one hit blended into the next. Hot, ferocious pain bloomed across her ass and thighs as he held her in place. She stifled her cries as she fought with her body to yield.

“Damn,” he breathed. “Your ass looks so pretty painted pink.” Another smack. “I could do this all day.”

Fire seeped under her skin, intensifying each hit as he gradually spaced them further apart. The burn grew as he waited, her anticipation ramping with every inflated pause. Her nails clawed the table, struggling against the instinctual drive to flee.

Adrian paused and took his hand off her head, only to pin her arms against her lower back. “That’s better, isn’t it? Now you don’t have to struggle.”

She groaned. The hard edge of the table bit into her hips as Adrian’s hand kept her back arched, pushing out her bottom. He leaned over and kissed her raw ass. A trail of scorching flames followed his mouth as he licked the sore skin, taking his time to nibble and suck as he pleased. His lips trailed lower, so close to where she wanted him to be…but he stopped just short of her pussy.

Her feet kicked out to no avail, and he pressed her thighs down in response. She choked out a sob as he straightened and landed another searing blow. Her body buckled. She couldn’t keep this up much longer.

“Be a good girl,” he reminded, running a hand over her flank. “You can take it.”

Another smack.

Violet hovered on the edge of her consciousness, but she didn’t reach for it. Not yet. If she could hang in for a little longer, take a little more, pleasing him would be worth it. Enduring for him. Earning his pleasure by taking his pain.

She exhaled in time with the next smack. There was no choice but to sink into the burn. To surrender. His following hit ignited another explosion of pain. But another sensation glowed underneath. A sweetness she hadn’t been paying attention to.

Her hips rose up to meet his palm, and with a smack harder and meaner than all the others combined, pain-pleasure surged through her body. A moan tumbled from her lips. The shock went straight to her heart, slowing its rapid rhythm so she could absorb every sensation.

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