Page 69 of Devil Mine

Tess reaches back with a frantic hand to try and stop me. “Thiago–”

I grip her wrists together and pin them against the small of her back. Her saying my name reminds me of the last time she said it – yesterday, when I came within seconds of catching her.

When I was alerted by the falcon tailing her brother that she finally showed up at his apartment, I’d been almost blinded by relief knowing I was finally going to catch her.

And now she’s going to pay for every single way she’s tortured me over the last six weeks.

She shivers when my palm touches the top of her thigh, my hand still cold from being outside. I run it up over the curve of her cheek and to the meaty part of her ass. The contrast of my hands on her skin makes me lightheaded with lust. Her, blonde and petite and innocent, getting sullied by large, tattooed, bloodied hands.

Tess tries lifting her head, but the position makes it impossible. Her voice trembles when I continue caressing her cheek, the movement ominously intentional.

“What…what are you doing?”

My finger curls under the fabric of her thong at the junction of her ass and slowly follows it down, removing the offending garment from between her cheeks and tucking it off to the side. Goosebumps break out over her skin when my finger glances against her pussy.

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

She bucks when I press my finger at the bottom of her ass, working my way back up her slit in reverse. I glance over her tight asshole, circling her rim once so she understands who’s in control here.

“No.”

“Hmm, that’s not what you wrote in your journal.”

She blushes. “That was just a dream, it meant nothing. Reality is far different.”

Ignoring her answer, I ask. “Do you want me to punish you?”

She shakes her head. “No.”

The first slap to her ass surprises her. She jerks, almost unseating herself from my lap and freeing her hands in the process.

“You can’t just…spankme!”

I shove her back down, slapping her cheek again for good measure. My grip tightens on her wrists until I know they’ll bruise. I want everyone to see them and understand that she’s mine.

“Pick one.”

Her voice shakes. “W-what?”

A third slap makes her bite her lip to suppress a scream. So I add a fourth and pull that delicious sound out of her anyway.

“Pickone. Ask me to fuck you or ask me to punish you. You’ve got some making up to me to do,amor, and those are your options.”

I want her to crawl to me. To admit that she needs me,wantsme, as much as I want her.

“You’re already punishing me!” she cries out. “How is that a choice?”

Chuckling darkly, I run my hand over her reddened, heated skin. I dig my fingers into her bruised cheek, making her whimper. Then I spank her ass again.

“This is hardly a punishment. You should pick getting fucked if you think it is.”

I land four more hard blows, alternating between each cheek. My hand is merciless, coming down time and time again without giving her a second of relief. Her flesh flushes redder and redder with every targeted strike of my palm, my cock throbbing painfully at the color.

Tess struggles, but has nowhere to go. She arches her ass, accidentally serving herself up for more in the process. So that’s exactly what I give her. Two more blows land on the meatiest part of her cheeks. She cries out and falls back onto her stomach, tightening her ass instead.

“If you clench, it’ll only hurt more.”

She gasps for breath, her face turned to the side, her eyes finding mine and skewering me with a glare. Her cheeks are flushed the same color as her ass and I can’t resist it – I take a picture. She looks downright edible and I want to memorialize the first time I spanked my wife’s ass.

---