Page 97 of The Rogue and His Flower

“Ow!” I cry, the sting spreading out across my arse and the base of my spine, making me jerk away from him.

“Don’t do as I say when I command it, and that’s what will happen,” he warns with a growl, gripping my hip with one hand, whilst stroking the other over the stinging burn from his slap. My core tightens from the sensory overload, my clit throbbing as though that slap was sent straight to the tight bundle of nerves pulsating there, and his gentle strokes only add to the intensity. Pain, pleasure, it all rolls into one, heightening everything.

“Dalton…” I murmur, shocked by my reaction, because Ilikedthe sharp sting of the slap, but more than that, I love the blissful way my body reacted to it and the way he’s soothing me afterwards. I like it a lot. So I don’t put my hands on the mirror, my gaze locking with his in our reflection with challenge.

“So you liked that, huh?” he asks softly, tipping his head sideways as he studies me.

I don’t reply with words, I simply arch my spine, giving him my arse. Needing to see if I truly do like it. Given my history, I’m not sure why that is.

“There you go again, surprising me, Daisy Hammer,” he murmurs, his hand hovering in the air as he eyes me. “I’m going to spank you once again on each cheek, then I’ll soothe the sting, okay? If it’s too much, you tell me to stop and I’ll stop.”

I nod, bracing myself.

Shifting his body sideways, he wraps one arm around my waist and then he slaps my right arse cheek, pausing a moment to see if it’s too much. The pain is intense and immediate, but I don’t tell him to stop, I simply wait. He spanks me again on my left arse cheek and the soothing way he strokes me afterwards sends me into an almost catatonic state. My mouth pops open,my eyes roll into the back of my head, my knees turn to jelly, and my body quakes. If I was dripping for him before from the orgasm he drew out of me with his fingers, then I’m soaking for him now.

“Hmm, I can smell your arousal from here,” he says before reaching between my legs and swiping his fingers through my folds. “Just as I thought. Do you get enjoyment from me spanking you?” he asks, looking intently at me.

“I don’t know. Yes, maybe…” I say, trying to figure that out. “It hurts, but then… it feels good, especially when you stroke me afterwards,” I stutter out, still trying, and failing, to focus on anything more than holding myself upright. It’s just as well he has his arm tightly cinched around my waist.

“I like to see your skin pinken from my hand,” he admits. “I like discovering what turns you on.”

“I think I like that too.”

“Fuck, Daisy, where have you been all my life?” he asks.

“I’ve been right here, Dalton,” I reply softly.

“You have, haven’t you?” he whispers, pressing his body against mine, still keeping me upright. “We’ll bench this discussion for later, but right now I’m going to fuck you. Hands on the mirror , widen your stance.”

This time I do as I’m told, and as our gazes lock, he lines up the head of his dick with my entrance and slowly pushes himself inside me until I’m lifting up onto my tiptoes, trying to adjust to our height difference. My eyelids stutter shut as I feel him twitch inside of me, slotting into place, as though he is a puzzle piece I didn’t realise I was missing.

“Fuck, Daisy, the way you fist my cock. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.”

He groans as he seats himself fully, filling me with his length, and it feels…Hefeels so right. My heart soars, and try as I might I can’t contain the rush of emotions. I try to push them aside,pressing back against him so that I’m distracted by how his cock swells inside of me, and not how it feels to be in his arms. Like it’s the only place I’ll ever find true happiness.

“You’re everything,” he whispers, his hips slowly rolling against me as he begins to set a steady rhythm.

“Everything?” I murmur back, my breath catching.

“You fit me perfectly, Daisy.”

I moan, feeling the pleasure building inside of me once again, the heat between us growing more intense. “Fuck me harder,” I beg, pushing my hips back to meet his thrusts, as my cheek presses against the mirrored wall.

He obliges, his arm tightening around my waist as he curls over me, grinding into me deeper. “That’s it, Daisy,” Dalton praises, his voice rough, bathed in lust. “Take my cock, take every last inch. Let me hear you scream my name as you come for me.”

"I’m already so close,” I cry out, shocked at how easily he seems to draw out my orgasms, at how my body responds to him.

He glides his cock steadily into me, his cock hitting that sweet spot deep inside, over and over, and I can feel myself nearing the edge, the intensity of my impending orgasm building with every thrust.

“Then come!” he orders, slamming into me.

That’s all it takes, and I shatter, my mind blanking out for a moment as white-hot pleasure courses through me, and my internal muscles ripple around his dick, milking his cock.

“Fuck, Daisy. Fuck! You’re so tight,” he shouts, his thrusts becoming erratic as he fights against his own release. His breathing is ragged, his face contorted as he curses under his breath.

“Come for me, Dalton!” I reply, loving how that command sounds, how powerful it makes me feel to demandhisrelease just like he’s demanded mine from me.

“Fuuuuccckkkk!” he groans, his body tensing as he surges forward, pressing me harder against the mirrored wall. I can feel him unloading inside of me, his cock pulsating as his sperm coats my insides in long, hot spurts.

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