Page 63 of Grotesque Love

“Again,” I beg, my voice shaky.

Mal grins, his eyes dark. He brings his hand down again, this time on my left cheek. The pain is worse than before, but the pleasure that follows is even more intense.

“Good girl,” he says, his voice low and rough. “You’re learning.”

I nod, my eyes closing tightly as I anticipate his next move. I can feel his gaze on me, heated and intense, and I know that he’s enjoying the sight of my body trembling beneath his touch.

He brings his hand down again, this time on the curve of my hip, and I cry out in shock and pleasure. The pain is almost unbearable, but I find myself wanting more. He spanks me harder and harder, each blow bringing a rush of sensation that sends my heart racing and my skin burning.

“You’re getting better, Ari,” he says, his voice low and full of lust. “But you’re not quite there yet.”

I hold back a gasp, both desire and need coursing through me. I know that I'm not going to escape this punishment unscathed, but I can't help craving more.

He hits me again, harder than before, and I whimper. My body is on fire, the sensations making me feel both vulnerable and empowered.

“Please...” I beg, my voice barely above a whisper. “More.”

Mal is only more than happy to oblige. He spanks me harder, his hand coming down with a force that leaves my skin burning. I cry out, overwhelmed, feeling like I’m on the edge of a precipice.

“You’re almost there, Ari,” he growls. “Just a little bit more.”

I nod, tears streaming down my cheeks, my body trembling with want and fear – fear that he won’t take me tumbling over the edge I’m so precariously teetering on. I know that this is the mostintense contradiction of pleasure and pain I’ve ever experienced, and I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to come back from it. But I also know that I want it more than anything, and so I beg him for more.

Mal slaps me relentlessly until I can’t take it anymore and yet, I still want more. My body is a mess, and my submission feels like the most powerful thing I’ve ever done. When he finally stops, I lie across his lap, panting and trembling. And wanting. Crying. I didn’t come – and I desperately wanted to.

“You did well, little dove,” he says, his voice hoarse from the intensity of the moment. “But I think we both know that wasn’t just punishment.”

I smile weakly, unable to deny the truth in his words. “No, it wasn’t.”

But it kind of was because he didn’t let me go all the way…

He strokes my hair gently, his fingers brushing against my damp cheeks. It’s surprisingly tender and not a move I’d expect from Mal.

Then again, maybe I’d misjudged him. He was gentle when he coached Jas last night, offering words of praise freely and he was patient with both of us.

“Thank you, for trusting me.”

I swallow hard, my heart racing as I meet his gaze and nod.

“Well, then,” I joke, my voice barely audible. “I suppose we should do this again sometime.”

He smirks. “I like the sound of that, little dove.”

With that, he pulls me into a deep, blistering kiss, and a wave of pleasure washes over me.

“Don’t I owe you a prize for finding me first?”

“Later. Come,” he says, standing and carefully putting me on my feet.

“I was going to,” I grumble, making him roar with laughter as he retrieves my dress and helps me into it.

“I meant, come, let’s go eat.”

CHAPTER TWENTY

SAX

Alow, disapproving rumble comes from my chest as Mal and Ari walk into the kitchen. Jas has finished cooking, the meal is plated, and he’s washed the utensils he’s used. That’s how long it’s taken Mal to find Ari and bring her to us.

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