Page 69 of Deception

Without warning, I lash out with the back of my hand right across her ass cheek, the smack echoing through the room. Her gasp echoes right after, forcing her to slam her palms down on the bar top.

“That is what happens,” I growl.

A chuckling breath of shock and nervousness escapes her lips.

Without looking back, she slides her hands off the bar top, raising her head in defiance. This time my palm strikes the other cheek, leaving a bright red, searing mark on her butt.

And this time she moans, raspy and needy, forced out through her teeth as she bites her lip. Her hands slide onto the bar top, spreading further, bending her over to spread her ass cheeks. She wiggles her hips, shaking her ass back and forth.

It’s mesmerizing, hypnotizing.

“My hands are on the bar. What do I get as a reward?” She jiggles that ass in my face again, taunting me.

Iwantto ram into her from behind. Drive my cock as deep as I can.

But I also want to wait, to draw this out. I want to see what she's willing to do. How far she's willing to go.

I want to test her resolve.

I want to let a little of the animal inside me out to gauge her response.

My hand strikes again, harder, firmer, holding tight against the bright red sting. I can practically feel the electricity vibrating up her spine with every smack of my hand against her ass. It’s already hot and swollen under my fingertips.

Next, I slide the head of my cock up between her cheeks, resting against her back as I drag my shaft down slowly. Every movement is gentle, a contrasting tease. I slap her ass again.

When I drag my cock down again, she soaks my tip, her lust and longing glistening, dripping on the kitchen floor.

“Alessandro, I need you?—”

“And I needyou,”I respond before she can finish.

“No. I need you…tohurtme.”

I'm taken aback for a second. Does she understand what she's asking of me?

“How do you want me to hurt you?”

She groans, arching her back, popping her ass out. She’s asking for more.

I slap her ass again harder.

Scraping one hand up into her hair, taking a fistful and tugging back firmly, hard enough to make her yelp in shock, but not hard enough to cause any damage. How far can I take her?

The soft whimper she gives me tells me all I need to know.

I pull her from the bar top, back against my chest. My cock slides easily between her legs,

throbbing with the heat of her wetness.

“And what would you do if I slapped your ass harder, or whipped it?”

“I’d take it,” she moans, gyrating over me, “And love every second of it.”

“Really? You wouldn’t try to pull away, get away from me…?”

“Try me. And if you think I’m lying you could alwaystieme down.”

A surging rush of blood roars up my spine, into my ears. Like she struck a bell tone in my core.

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