Page 82 of Ivory's Ruin Romance

“What?” she breathed.

“You’ll have to earn my cock,” he clarified. “Inch by inch.”

She sucked in a breath. What would that take to earn it all? It didn’t matter. She’d do it.

“You’ve earned two inches so far,” he said. “One as part of the reward for driving the bike, and another for being exactly how I asked when I walked in.” His hand traced over her spine, then ran down her flank. Her pussy practically begged for more, but she knew relief would come only after the punishment. “Are you ready to earn another?”

“Yes, sir.” As soon as the whispered words left her mouth, his palm cracked down on her ass. She tensed, body rejecting the pain as it bloomed over her skin.

Then his mouth pressed hot kisses over her vulva, sampling her before pulling back. She moaned and bucked at the loss of contact.

“This is where you say thank you.”

“Thank you, sir,” she repeated. As the sting from the first strike receded, he struck with another. The heat seeped lower, curling into her core and making her gasp.

She thanked him again, gritting her teeth.

“Too much?” he asked.

She shook her head. “No, sir.”

The next two hits came in quick succession, harder than the first and with an undeniable sting that bit without shame. Her face contorted. She had to hold her breath as she thanked him.

“Hard enough?” he asked.

“I don’t think I could handle much more—ahh.” She squirmed, barely able to stay still as his tongue swept up her slit, circling her clit and then her asshole. The restraints pulled at her ankles as she became torn between chasing pleasure and running from pain, craving every touch he offered but unable to do anything but take what he dolled out. She refused to move an inch—and it was the most difficult thing she’d ever done.

Two more hits, both unforgiving and with enough of a pause between each for a thank you.

His hands were rough as they gripped her, squeezing, smoothing, and kneading as he saw fit. The metal of his rings pressed into the hot sting. “My handprints look so good on your ass,” he murmured. “You have no idea, sweetheart.” He exhaled, still rubbing her sore skin. “Does it hurt?”

“Yes,” she answered honestly.

A hit cracked down harder than the rest. She yelped, hinging on the point of impact. “Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”

“Do you feel good?”

Her core clenched, aroused, and not aroused enough. Her thoughts wandered no further than the experience of being in her own body, of surrendering it to him. All she wanted was more, for this infinity to stretch on into the next.

“Yes, sir,” she answered, as honestly as she did first response.

“Good girl,” he replied. The tear of a foil package sounded from behind.

“Don’t—” She pleaded, sweat beading on her forehead. “If it’s okay…I don’t want you to use a condom. I haven’t slept with anyone in months, and I’m on birth control.” She’d never ached like this. Never felt like she would perish if she didn’t get to feel him, skin on skin.

For a moment, he left her hanging. Then admitted, “I’ve never fucked raw before.”

Her face sunk into the desk, no longer able to keep her composure. This man. This glorious god of a man, who had reddened her ass and soaked her pussy, now wrecked her spirit.

What she wouldn’t give to be his first. To take his seed and have it spill out of her, to earn every inch and then swallow him whole. She didn’t need to answer, her pussy fluttering and legs quaking, chest aching, and lungs straining for air as she hoped he’d take her offer.

To claim her body as a willing sacrifice.

“Please,” she whispered.

“Hush,” he commanded, tone strong yet with a clear rasp. Then he spread her with his hands, and his bare cock nudged her opening.

She moaned, clenching her fists.

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