Page 98 of Scarred Hearts

“You’re so perfect,” she beamed.

GIOVANNA

In a lightning-fast movement, he flipped me onto my back, sending a rush of adrenaline through my body. He climbed between my legs, pressing his knee against my aching center, eliciting a loud gasp from my lips. Holding my wrists above my head, he leaned down and captured my bottom lip between his teeth before releasing it with a teasing tug.

My eyes squeezed shut as I took a deep breath, reminding myself that it was actually real. The memories flashed through my mind: the room, him, me, his intoxicating cologne mixed with the lavender and citrus scented oils diffusing in the corner.

“Gia.” His deep voice cut through my reverie, and I opened my eyes to find him gazing down at me with a mischievous glint in his eye. “This brings back some fond memories.”

I bit my lip and nodded, unable to speak.

“Except by the time we got to the bed, you were much more naked than you are now.”

Unable to contain it, I smiled back at him. “Then get me naked.”

He released his grip on me, reaching over and guiding me to stand upright next to the bed. In a low, commanding voice, he spoke, “The dynamic hasn’t changed, princess. I tell you what to do in here.” As we stood facing each other, he reached into his pocket and retrieved his phone, tapping on it for a moment before glancing up at the ceiling. The same song from the night we were together began to play, filling the room with a sultry beat.

A small smile appeared on my face as I watched him saunter toward the spanking bench, tapping it twice with his palm. He turned to me, beckoning me forward. “Come here.” I took a hesitant step, but he quickly raised his hand in warning. “Ah, ah,” he dropped his hand and pointed to the floor beneath us, which was covered in three intricately patterned area rugs, “on your knees.”

I gracefully lowered myself onto the black, stained concrete floor to avoid bruising my knees. Placing my palms flat in front of me, I began to crawl toward him, keeping my eyes lowered in submission. Despite my occasional desire to be a brat, he had been so generous in giving us this private room, and I didn’t have the heart to defy him tonight.

I came to a stop at his feet, and he reached down, placing his fingers under my chin. “Look at me.”

I flickered my eyes up to his. “Yes, sir.”

His eyes held a new terrifying darkness deep within them, and that turned me on more. Looming over me, he grinned down at me, rubbing the pad of his thumb over my lips before he held it in front of me. I placed my palm in his, and he pulled me to my feet, then guided my hand to his shirt. Watching his face intently, I unbuttoned his top, pressing my lips to his tanned, muscular chest. I loved every fucking inch of him.

Suddenly, he curled his fingers around my throat, squeezing, and I lifted my eyes to his. “Stop,” he commanded. “As much as I love you worshipping my body, we’re not going to do this slowly tonight.”

Before I could reply, he pushed my wrists above my body. I gasped in surprise as he ripped my top over my head, tossing it to the floor. Cupping my breast in his hand firmly, he lowered his mouth, taking my nipple between his teeth. He sucked hard while massaging the other, pinching my nipple firmly behind the piercing, causing me to moan loudly.

Reaching behind me, he slipped his fingers into the hem of my bottoms, pushing them down while kissing my stomach. “I’m leaving the heels on. They’re so fucking sexy on you.” He took my hand in his, walking a slow circle around me, admiring my body, before pressing me forward onto the spanking bench. I laid my cheek on the cold, padded leather, facing the bed while he restrained my wrists and ankles in leather cuffs.

He disappeared behind me, making noise on the other side of the room as he opened drawers and cabinets, and returned behind me. I heard him set some things down on a nearby table. Bracing myself, I clenched my ass, knowing that any second he’d strike me with a paddle, but it never came.

He appeared in front of me, his cock at full attention in my face. Gripping it, he stroked himself slowly. “Open,” he commanded, and I did. He tapped my lips with the head, only pushing the tip in before withdrawing it. “I know how much you love sucking my cock, and I know how much it’s driving you crazy that I won’t let you.

He was right. I let out a defeated groan as I watched him stroke his shaft in front of me, just out of reach. Flickering my gaze to his, I let out a frustrated huff. “Mean.”

His hand froze. Bending over, he brushed my hair from my face. “What did you call me?”

“You know how much that drives me crazy.”

“I do.” He stood. “And that’s the whole point.” He disappeared on the other side of the bench again, rummaging around on the table. “But since you don’t want to watch me play with myself, we can play another game.” Oh no. I knew what that meant. “Not.” He dragged a piece of leather up the back of my bare thighs. “A.” Circling my rear, he came to a halt. “Sound.”

A loud smack filled the room, followed by a sharp sting. Unable to contain a reaction, I let out a hiss under my breath.

“So, you want to be punished,” he replied in a low, deep tone.

YES! “Nooo, sir,” I taunted.

Another loud slap came from behind me, followed by a searing sting. Sucking my bottom lip into my mouth hard, I bit back a loud cry. That one stung quite a lot. He loved inflicting pain, and I loved receiving it. Three more smacks followed, and I squirmed against the bench, pressing my mound into it.

Just as quick as he rubbed his palm over my sore flesh, soothing the pain, his touch was gone again. Closing my eyes, I focused on the song playing overhead, because if I didn’t, the curiosity of wondering what he was doing next would kill me. I soon felt his fingers between my legs, stroking my drenched slit as he parted it.

“Your cunt is so fucking perfect,” he said, slipping his fingers inside, then removing them again, replacing it with the tip of a large vibrating toy. It stretched as he slid it deep inside, bottoming out in my core. “I never thought I’d be jealous of a toy,” he chuckled lowly. “But I love watching it stretch you open.”

Picking up the pace, he plunged it in and out of me. Leaning over my back, he tickled my spine with his stubble, peppering kisses on my delicate skin. I arched my back as his facial hair tickled when he got too close to my side.

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