Page 134 of Beautiful Agony

My hand stills against her. Then, without warning, I pull back and bring my palm down hard on her ass. The sharp crack echoes through the bathroom.

The sound of my palm striking her flesh is almost as satisfying as her sharp yelp of pleasure. Her skin flushes pink under my touch.

"Again," she gasps, pressing back against me. "Harder."

I oblige, bringing my hand down with more force. The impact makes her whole body shudder. Her wetness coats my thighs where she grinds against me.

"Harder," she demands, her voice thick with need.

The third strike leaves a perfect red handprint on her ass. She moans, deep and guttural, her fingers gripping the counter's edge until her knuckles turn white.

"One more time," I growl against her ear. "Ask nicely."

"Make it hurt," she whispers, meeting my eyes in the mirror with that defiant spark I love so much.

My palm cracks against her flesh one final time, the hardest yet. Her whole body jerks forward, and a single word falls from her lips:

"Please..."

The desperation in that single syllable makes my cock throb. I've been waiting to hear that word all night.

"Please what?" I ask, my palm hovering over the reddened flesh. "Tell me exactly what you want."

Lacey's eyes meet mine in the mirror, her pupils blown wide with desire. "Please spank me again." Her voice trembles. "And then fuck me until I can't remember my own name."

The raw need in her voice sends fire through my veins. I bring my hand down one final time, harder than before, savoring the perfect red imprint I leave on her flesh. Her gasp of pleasure turns into a moan as I finally thrust inside her.

"Is this what you wanted,zvyozdochka?" I growl against her ear.

"Yes," she pants, pushing back against me. "You feel so good inside me. So big. So perfect."

Her words spur me on as I set a steady rhythm. Her fingers grip the counter edge while her other hand reaches back to tangle in my hair.

"More," she demands. "Harder. Make me feel it. Make me yours."

I comply, increasing my pace as she continues whispering filthy encouragements. Each thrust draws a new gasp or moan from her lips.

"That's it," she breathes. "Just like that. Show me who I belong to."

"I already showed you who you belong to," I growl against her ear, tightening my grip on her hair. "Now it's your turn to tellme."

"I belong to you," Lacey gasps, her walls clenching around me. "Only you, Vadim."

"Again." I punctuate the command with a sharp thrust that makes her cry out.

"Yours," she pants. "I'm yours."

I reward her with another hard smack to her already reddened ass. Her whole body shudders in response, her inner walls gripping me tighter.

"My what?" I demand, yanking her head back by her hair to meet my eyes in the mirror.

"Your wife," she moans. "Your queen." Her breath catches as I increase my pace. "Your little star and filthy whore."

Each declaration earns her another strike, another deep thrust that makes her gasp and writhe. Her skin flushes pink with arousal, her pupils blown wide with desire.

"Please," she whimpers, pressing back against me. "I'm so close."

I tangle my fingers deeper in her hair, using the leverage to drive into her harder. My other hand finds her clit, circling in time with my thrusts.

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