Page 60 of Tyrant

I shiver violently and sink my teeth into my bottom lip.

Gray can hear me thinking about anything but my punishment. I know I’m in for it when he bends me over his lap. He manhandles me roughly and my mouth literally starts to water at what he’s going to do to me. I love being at this man’s mercy. I love pleasing him even more. It’s doubly thrilling because all month we’ve barely had time to do more than very quietly make love in the dark when we’re both beyond exhausted and Penny is in the next area with very thin walls.

This is going to be straight up fucking.

As soon as my breasts are crushed against Gray’s knees, I wriggle against him, so eager for him to use me and do it rough and mean. I’ve been craving this and missing it. He palms my assover my dress, fingers biting into my cheek, pressing me even harder into his lap. I can feel his cock under me, thick and hard.

“Oh god, Gray, please. Punish me. Make it feel so good.” I want whatever he’s going to do to me to start and then be over because I need his cock inside of me. I need it so badly that I don’t give a shit about foreplay.

He hums in his throat, which is either his way of telling me to be quiet or his quiet promise that this won’t be over soon at all.

He flips up my dress, wrenching the longest parts out from under me. It’s humiliating to be bent over him like I’m a naughty child, and oh so hot. I’m on fire for it, drenching my panties. I need this so badly that Gray’s jeans will probably be soaked when he lets me up.

He rubs his rough palm over my ass cheek. I freeze when he tucks his fingers into the scrap of my thong and yelp when he tears it away. It always burns so badly when he destroys my underwear. He stills me with a smack to my left cheek. I groan at the sharp sting. I know it’s going to be much worse than this.

“You can’t punish me for being worried about my brother, you oaf.”

Smack!

He doesn’t lay into me with any real intensity. I still cry out, because it does sting a little, but he’d never really hurt me and after a tense month, it’s nice to be able to play and unwind together.

“Or the rest of the club,” I sass him, rocking against him to try and get free. He holds me down with that one hand, pinning me to his knees. I am so pathetically small against him,and I love it. I thrash anyway, rubbing against his dick because I know it’s torture for him. “It’s not against the law to hate her and I can certainly wish her dead in my head just like your bastard father.”

He lands another spank and another before I have time to recover.

I cry out and arch back, aching for more. “I’ll frown at her all I wish. It’s a free fucking world. I bet you’re getting off seeing your property cut on my back while you spank the living fuck out of me, punishing me for something you know in your own heart you also wish to be true.”

“Did I say you could speak?” His words say one thing, but I can hear by the tone of his voice he’s trying not to chuckle at my attempt at disobedience. I wriggle against him, feeling my hard nipples scrape against his jeans. He spanks me one more time, his hand lingering, his fingers just inches from my slit, then finally he lets me scramble off his lap.

“You’re such an asshole, holding me down like that.” My tone suggests otherwise. I’m red all over and his cheeks are flushed above his beard, I can see his cock straining against the front of his pants. He grins at me savagely and I eat up his blown pupils as his eyes rake over me.

My dress has fallen back down around my hips. I’m not nearly finished with him. I lift it up and part myself, for him to see just how swollen I am for him. “Is that what you wanted, me leaking down my thighs, your stamp of ownership branded into my ass?

He grabs his belt, going for the big buckle, but I knock his hands away.

“Let me. Please.”

He does. I have his belt and jeans undone and his cock out and in my hand in a blink. He’s swollen too, hard and thick and veiny. I want him in my mouth, but I need him inside of me more than I need him down my throat. There’s something about the heat that is radiating up from my sore ass that’s turning me into a banshee. It’s probably the stress too, the lack of sleep, all the pain from loss and the fear of it being repeated. I’m wound so tight, and I can feel myself letting go, tearing that tension off and throwing it away like a ruined garment. I want this high instead.

I shove my dress out of the way again and throw myself into Gray’s lap. He picks me up and carries me to the bed where I can get closer to him. The stupid chair is so plush that we’d sink into it. The bed has a good solid surface where I can set my knees down on either side of Gray’s muscular thighs. He’s so built so huge compared to me that the movement makes the pose ridiculously… open.

I hold onto his cock and slam myself down. I cry out from the brutal burn, now located inside of me. I stretch around him because I’ve given myself no choice. He grasps me and pulls me up, digging his fingers into my fiery asshardonly to slam me down again and again.

“Yes. Oh my god, Gray. Yes. Fuck. Please. More.”

He guides me as he pleases, like a brute, and I arch and writhe for him like his demon consort. I grasp his shoulders, digging my fingers into his leather vest so I can help him slam me up and down on his cock. He throws back his head and gives up directing me and lets me do it myself. I ride his dick like we’re in a horse race and fuck me, I’m going towin. He watches me with unabashed pleasure while I pant and moan and workmyself up and down the impossible length of him. He’s splitting me in half and even after all this work, I can still barely take him to the root. He’s enjoying my struggle, but so am I. He enjoys it more when he shoves my bra out of the way under my dress, reaching through the fabric to grab my aching nipples and pinch the hard buds.

“I’m going to come on your thick cock,” I pant out.

Graygrowlsin response. He fucks me hard and rough and it’s magnificent, watching his muscles work beneath his t-shirt.

He reaches between us and pinches my clit. I come hard, yelling out his name and a bunch of words that the ladylike version of myself wasn’t raised to even have knowledge of. I’m no lady as I break apart and tremble all over him, my legs weak and my whole body shaking. I come and come, soaking his thighs, letting him know how much I adore him, how much I love being fucked like this, how much I’ve missed it. I want it again and again, but Gray needs this too.

“Come inside me, Gray, please.” I lasted for no time at all before I got the birth control shot. I can’t stand not having him inside of me bare, finishing inside of me.

He comes wildly, filling me with his warmth.

We tremble together, lost in the release. When I open my eyes, I find his—and they’re verdant, wise, and burning with love. He holds me tight, letting me press my nose against his neck.

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