Page 75 of Made For Ruin

“Color?” I prompt.

Lainey’s breath hitches. “Y-yellow, Sir.”

Immediately, I drop the flogger and move to her side, one hand resting gently on her lower back.

“I’ve got you, baby. You’re doing so well. Breathe for me.”

She takes a shuddering inhale, releasing it slowly as I rub soothing circles on her skin. “That’s it. You’re perfect, taking your punishment so beautifully for me.”

Lainey turns her head, catching my gaze. Her eyes shine with unshed tears but the trust in them staggers me. “I want to be good for you, Marcus.”

I lean down, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.

“You are, sweetheart. So damn good. I’m proud of you.”

She shivers beneath my touch, a pleased hum escaping her. “Thank you, Sir.”

I take a moment just to breathe her in, marveling at the incredible gift of her submission. The intensity of what I feel for her terrifies me, but in this moment, I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.

“What’s your color now, baby?” I ask, needing to be sure she’s ready for more.

“Green, Sir.” Her voice is laced with anticipation.

I nod, stepping back and retrieving the flogger. The leather tails slide through my fingers, my grip tightening around the handle. Three more. She can take it.

The first strike lands across her shoulders, a sharp snap against her skin. Lainey jerks, a gasp torn from her throat. “Eight.”

Pride surges through me. My perfect girl, so responsive, so eager to please. I follow quickly with the next two strikes, the crimson blossoming beneath the leather a beautiful contrast to her creamy skin.

“Nine. Ten.” Each count is breathless, edged with a moan.

I can see her arousal glistening between her thighs. Fuck, the sight of her like this, splayed out and marked by me, it’s almost too much. My cock throbs, straining against my jeans. I need to be inside her. Now.

Setting the flogger aside, I reach for the restraints, quickly freeing her wrists. “Up,” I command, my voice rough with desire.

Lainey scrambles to comply, rising on shaky legs. I’m on her in an instant, one hand fisting in her hair as I crush my mouth to hers. She opens for me beautifully, yielding to the demanding thrust of my tongue.

I walk her backwards until her shoulders hit the wall, my hips pinning her in place. She whimpers into the kiss, her nails digging crescents into my shoulders.

Breaking away, I spin her around, pressing her front to the wall. “Hands above your head. Don’t move them.”

She obeys instantly, raising her arms and splaying her fingers against the wood. I kick her feet apart, spreading her for me.

“Fucking perfect,” I growl, nipping at the nape of her neck. “I’m going to take you now, baby. Hard and fast. You’re going to come on my cock like a good girl.”

“Please,” she pants, arching back into me. “I need you, Marcus.”

I fumble with my jeans, shoving them down just enough to free my aching cock. Gripping her hips, I yank her back onto her tiptoes, lining myself up with her dripping entrance.

“Brace yourself, sweetheart.”

Then I’m slamming into her, burying myself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. Lainey cries out, her inner muscles clenchingaround me like a vice. I groan, my head falling forward to rest between her shoulder blades.

“Marcus!”

I set a punishing pace, pistoning into her, chasing our mutual release. The wet sound of our bodies connecting fills the room, interspersed with her keening cries.

“That’s it, baby. Take me. Fucking take it all.”

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