Page 118 of Break the Ice
My ass. My pussy. My heart inside my chest.
It’s a sharp pain that cracks through me like a jolt of electricity. Enough to hurt. Just enough to make me crave more.
“What did I say I wanted to hear?” he asks.
Another sharp thwack rains down on me. I arch my body and curl my fingers into his comforter.
“Thank you, Alpha.”
Another strike slams into me. Even harder than the last one.
The supple flesh on my backside burns. I’m sweating as I force myself to keep position.
I give into the moment, taking it for what it is. My surrender to Rafe. My trust in him that he’ll do as he says—punish me, then make me come.
Then he’ll be mine. I’ll be his.
We were playing for keeps and now that the game’s over, a whole new one will begin. But first, we have to collect our prize.
Tonight’s gone from the dark secrets we’re keeping to the closeness we’ve found in each other. No one else out there matches us. No one would understand the bond we’ve developed over the past few weeks.
It’s for us only.
I swim in the sensations crashing over my body. The hockey stick comes down on my backside and I revel in the smarting pain. My pussy aches, dripping wet, ’til I squeeze my thighs together in hopes of finding more pleasure. It comes in tiny sparks that shoot through me seconds after Rafe delivers another blow.
A tiny reward for taking another strike.
Rafe works his way over the round curve of my ass, then down my thighs. The swats to the back of my thighs hurt the most. I cry out, feeling myself so close to the edge, I can’t see straight.
Each strike sears into my skin. Flames on my flesh.
Something tells me I’ll look in the mirror later to find red streaks on my ass, up and down my thighs.
I give up on the perfect hands and knees, back arched position. My hands give out and I half collapse on the bed. I still manage to obey orders, panting, “Thank… you… Alpha...”
Rafe swats the hard stick into me one last time. A final thwack that almost sends me spiraling. He tosses the stick and hardly waits before ripping my panties. The thin fabric splits apart as he forces it off.
I scream at how quickly he rearranges us. He lifts me up, once again proving his agility and strength, and slides under. I’m flipped around on top of him ’til my pussy’s literally in his face.
Rafe buries his tongue inside me.
My body jerks of its own accord. I wasn’t expecting a tongue so quickly.
“Rafe,” I moan, shivering on the inside and out.
I’m so close to coming, I’m feverish.
Rafe flicks his tongue deep before he’s shifting elsewhere. He sucks on my pussy lips and grinds his tongue against my clit. He knows just how to work me. All the ways he can have me about to orgasm.
I can’t hold on. The only thing I think to do in my mind-numbing, aroused state is to stick my hand down his joggers and reach for his dick. I pull him out and then take him into my mouth, enjoying the stiff, velvety heat of him, and hoping it’ll give me a distraction.
Soon the moment turns from torture being inflicted on me to shared torture.
Rafe sucks on my clit and I suck on his dick.
We’re pulsing with need, desperate to feel more of each other.
I swirl my tongue across his fat tip. The salty taste of his precum makes me quiver even more. I suck him harder. My hand grips his balls, massaging the warm sacs, loving their weight.
