Page 72 of Reckless Billionaire's Ruthless Claim

Light, stinging slaps mixed with deep, heavy thuds filled the room. The heavier ones, striking that sweet spot between her ass and thighs, made her squeal and drip even more. Every now and then, he would pause, his touch turning soft, tracing her heated skin with tender strokes—only to rain down another ruthless set of smacks.

"Ahh... ahhhh..."

The contrast of pain and pleasure sent her moans spilling from her lips, especially when his fingers slid between her legs, brushing against the wetness pooling there. As soon as his fingers reached her clit, Ellie bucked and squirmed, her body reacting to his knowing touch.

Her knee rested on the back of the couch, leaving her fully open to him. She heard his sharp intake of breath when his fingers lightly grazed her dripping core. The realization hit her—he was just as affected as she was. Her thighs were damp with her arousal, and she could feel his hard, throbbing length pressing against her leg.

Sawyer’s eyes darkened, locked on his fingers as they explored her wet opening, his nails lightly scraping her delicate skin, teasing, tormenting. He licked his dry lips, his hunger visible.

"I just want to keep licking you, Ellie," he rasped, his voice rough, barely audible. His fingers played with her, tracing slow, tormenting circles around her clit.

He knew exactly where she was most sensitive—where she was most ticklish—and he exploited those spots mercilessly, making her whimper and tremble.

"D-don’t do that," she pleaded breathlessly, terrified of losing control under his skilled fingers. "Ahhh…!"

He smirked at her weak protests and withdrew his fingers. But as soon as he did, her body instinctively chased after his touch.

"Now you’re begging for more," he murmured, amusement lacing his tone. Instead of returning to her drenched core, his fingers slid inside her snug channel.

A deep groan tore from her lips as his fingers thrust in and out with slow, exquisite precision. Her whimpers turned into desperate moans, her body tensing with need. Unable to take the torture, she instinctively pressed her clit against the couch, seeking relief.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

"Stay where you are!" His sharp reprimand sent a shiver down her spine.

His irritation was clear—she wasn’t allowed to take pleasure from anything but him. His palm came down again, harder, faster, until tears spilled down her cheeks.

"I will control how to pleasure you," he said coldly, his voice firm, possessive. "You need to learn who owns you, Ellie."

His hand wrapped around her, pinning her in place. He leaned down, biting her earlobe lightly before murmuring against her ear,

"My cock is so fucking hard right now. I just want to ram you against every hard surface in this room and fuck you senseless."

Ellie shivered, the throbbing pain and unbearable pleasure mixing into one overwhelming sensation. Her mind spun, and through the throbbing ache, all she could think was—what was he going to do to her next? Was he going to fuck her? Was he going to take her mouth, or finger her?

But he didn’t give her time to dwell on it.

His hand slid back between her legs, teasing, stroking, flicking her clit with maddening slowness.

"This little thing is doing such a good job," he muttered, watching the wetness drip from her, pooling against the couch. "Should I bite it? Your clit? Make it red, make it even more swollen? Or should I rub it until you spill more than your cum out of here?"

Ellie whimpered, panting, moaning uncontrollably. Her ass burned from the belt, while Sawyer’s skilled fingers sent wave after wave of pleasure crashing over her.

"Do you need to cum?" he growled, his grim voice making her tremble.

Ellie could barely manage a breath, her chest tight from both the pleasure and the overwhelming ache between her legs. “Yes,” she whimpered, her voice trembling with need.

“Ask for it nicely.”

Chapter 19 Pleasing Sawyer

Her heart raced at the command. She fought through the haze of pain and pleasure, her voice barely more than a whisper. “Please, Sawyer. I want to cum.”

Sawyer’s lips twisted into a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. Without a word, he lowered his head and bit down on the side of her neck, the sharp pressure causing her to gasp. “No,” he growled, his voice rough. “You can’t until I want you to.”

Ellie’s body was a wreck, every inch of her burning with a desperate longing she didn’t know how to control. The relentless sting on her reddened skin from his repeated strikes made her ache in places she hadn’t known existed. His fingers inside her were no less merciless, thrusting and teasing her in ways that had her teetering on the edge of madness. She could barely focus on anything except the desire that had built to a breaking point.

“Please, Sawyer…” she begged again, voice thick with desperation.

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