Page 5 of Wicked Little Nightmare

I stifled a giggle, throwing on one of his t-shirts and stuffing myself in his side of the closet. His heavy footsteps thumped around the apartment.

“I can smell your soap, baby girl.”

Yeah, the soap you keep using.

He moved around the apartment, rifling through closets before stopping outside the bedroom.

“Lakeeeeyyyy-” His voice was getting closer.

My heart thudded in my chest with excitement, and I mentally scolded myself for enjoying his games so much. He was a charismatic asshole yes, but he was my asshole.

“I know you’re in there. Just know, if you have a knife that you plan on attacking me with, I’ll choke you within an inch of your life and then deny you an orgasm.”

Damnit.I should have thought of that, but I didn’t. Oh well. I knew to leave well enough alone because I did want him to fuck me and for both of us to come. The door swung open slowly, the creak elongating in the silence before his feet thumped against the carpet.

Reaching out a hand, I made to flatten against the wall as his hand skimmed my bare ass.

“Found you-”

I shrieked as he yanked me out of the closet, stumbling into his arms.

“You fucker!” I playfully punched his chest as he laughed, his grip on my wrists tightening just enough to sting.

“Now, now. What did we say about the language?”

“Oh, come off it. You know I’ll never give up the pleasure of saying fuck. You can try to dom me, but the fact is, you know I’ll always have the upper hand.” I giggled. “Besides, you swear almost every other word.”

His eyes darkened with a wicked glint, and I knew I was in deep shit. Pulling me to the bed, he draped me over his knees. “You’ve been naughty, Lakes. How many spanks do you think you deserve?”

“None. She deserved it for touching what’s mine.” I replied haughtily.

“We will do ten to start. Count after each one, or we start again.”

The first hit stung more than it usually did, and I hissed, but I didn’t let him see the hurt on my face.

“One.”

Cam's hand came down hard on my ass with a loud clap, making me gasp as the pain shot straight to my pussy. "Two." My cheeks stung and burned, but I tried to keep my breathing even.

Another slap echoed through the room, and then another, each one stinging more than the last. With every swing of his hand, I counted, trying not to focus on the ache.

"Eight..." A tear rolled down my cheek as I winced from the rush of blood, but I refused to beg for him to stop. That would only make it worse. Or better. Most people would think this is abuse, but we’d long figured out that pain made the pleasure burn brighter, last longer and feel heightened.

He paused, rubbing his hand over the hot, red marks on my ass. "You're such a brat sometimes, you know that?" His voice was low and rough. “But you’re taking it like such a good girl.”

I stayed silent, knowing he’d take care of me. He pulled me into his embrace and kissed me gently on the forehead. "I think that’s enough."

I nodded against his chest, as he held me, his hands tracing circles on my back. He helped me up and onto the bed, his touch softening as he moved me like a precious doll. "Turn around." He pulled the shirt off as he went.

My skin was bruised but the burning subsided, leaving a pleasant throbbing between my legs. He gently pushed me onto my stomach and began to kiss and nibble along my sides, causing goosebumps to erupt on my skin. His hands moved to my hips, and then lower, teasing me.

I gasped as cool air hit my tender skin, as he blew on my ass before lightly tickling his fingers over my flesh. He chuckled darkly and slipped a finger inside me. "You're so wet for me."

He pushed two fingers inside, curling them in a way he knew made me melt. I moaned out his name.

"That's it, baby." His voice was husky with desire. "I've missed this."

He added a third finger, stretching me, as his other hand roamed to my swollen clit. He knew exactly how to touch me, how to make me come undone. The room was thick with the scent of arousal and our sweat.

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