Page 66 of Red

She sank into his chest, giving him an easier time of getting the last pin out and unleashing all of her thick red curls. His fingers sank into her hair, fisting at her scalp, and she slid down, pressing wet kisses to his chest, his stomach, until she landed on her knees.

“Melinda, you don’t—oh, fuck.” She took him in her mouth, deep down until the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat. He pulled her away when she gagged.

She wrapped one hand around his thick shaft and worked his cock, up and down with a twist while she sucked and licked his length. His growl wasn’t strong enough to convey the pleasure she thrust upon him.

Each stroke, she tightened her hold, sucked harder, and took him deeper. He was tucked in her throat, and she was running her tongue along the underside of his cock.

“Fuck.” He yanked her back, drawing his dick free of her mouth.

She stared up at him with startled eyes.

“Did I tell you to fucking suck me?” he asked, leaving off any hint of anger. Who the fuck could be angry with her at this moment?

Her lips curled into a knowing grin. “No. You didn’t.”

“Did you ask?” He tugged again on her hair; his cock twitching when she winced.

“No, I didn’t.”

“Pick up the belt,” he ordered and kicked it closer to her hand.

Keeping her eyes on him, she reached down and grabbed it, extended it toward him.

He moved down to his knees and slipped the belt around her throat. He looped the leather through the buckle but left it unsecured then tugged on the leash until her face was pressed to the floor. “Keep that ass up.”

She nodded and flattened her hands beside her head.

He ran his hand over her upturned ass. Smooth and cool skin, but it wouldn’t be for long.

He raised his hand and brought it down hard, one cheek then the other and returned to the first. He spanked her methodically, watching her eyes glaze over, her lips part, and the little gasps escape when he spanked right over her pussy.

With no preamble, he thrust two fingers into her passage. “So, fucking wet for me.”

“Yes.” She nodded.

He bent low and kissed the small of her back. “Such a good girl for me,” he whispered and moved behind her, still holding the makeshift leash.

If he had any doubts about her desire at that moment, it was dashed when she wiggled her ass and scooted toward him. She wanted him, needed him.

And who was he to deny her?

Erik spread her ass cheeks wide, showing off her puckered asshole and unveiling her glistening pussy lips. He pressed the head of his dick to her opening and pushed just a bit inside. She moaned and started to push back at him.

He let go of her cheek and smacked her with the end of the belt. “Bad girl. Stay still.”

“But—”

“Stay still or you’ll see what it’s like to be brought to the edge of heaven and be yanked away again over and over again.” Her reaction to the orgasm denial at the club had been so visceral, he’d pocketed the tool for another time. But if she was going to be naughty, he would have to punish her.

“Okay, okay,” she agreed hurriedly.

He pulled her cheeks apart again and pushed his cock in another inch, feeling her pussy clench around him, envelop him in her slick heat.

“Your pussy is so wet, so tight.” He slipped farther in, tempting himself to thrust hard and take what was his.

“Please, Erik, don’t tease.” She looked over her shoulder at him, the desire heavy in her voice.

“Oh, sweet girl, this isn’t teasing.” He could really lay it on thick for her, but he’d be torturing himself at the same time.

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