Page 134 of Wicked Sin

“Excellent.” I bring my hand down on her ass. “I’m not going to punish you, Taylor.”

She cries out.

“Do you know why?” Another smack.

“No.”

“Because you aren’t bad.” Whack, whack. “Say, I know I’m not a bad girl.”

She doesn’t say it, so I give her three more, alternating back and forth between her jiggling cheeks. Each spanking makes her flesh a little more pink.

It’s beautiful.

“Taylor.”

“I…I know I’m not a bad girl.”

“Good.” I grin as I add two more strokes for my own pleasure. “Say thank you, Luke.”

“Thank you, Luke.”

I trace my fingers lightly over the well-spanked flesh. “Tell me that you love me.”

“I love you,” she pants.

“Tell me again. Tell me while I hurt you.” I grab the tender spot at the top of her thigh, just below her ass, and squeeze my fingers together.

“I. Love—ah. You.” She beams at me as her eyes go wide. I release her perfect skin, now marked red where I pinched her. She convulses, and I finally shove my hand between her legs, where I find slippery proof of just how much she likes it when I do that.

Loves it.

“I’m going to untie your feet now,” I croon to her as I rub her clit and her swelling pussy lips. “Do you know why?”

She shakes her head as she pants.No.

“Because I want to fuck you like this. Trussed up. I’ve missed having you as my captive sex slave, Taylor.”

She groans and buries her face in the blanket.

We’re both exhausted,and after we fuck, we pass out. But it’s like she’s unlocked something dirty and depraved in me again, after our stretch of needing to be gentle and careful.

When she wakes up in the middle of the night, I wake up, too.

I watch silently as she pads to the bathroom, pushing the door closed. I roll over and take a condom and a bottle of lube from the bedside table. And then I wait.

When she comes back, I wait until she lies back down, and then I roughly roll on top of her, my hands grabby from the word go. One palm squeezes both of her tits together, the other gropes her hip, trying to get her up on her knees again. That was a fucking hot way to take her earlier.

I want more of that, but primal this time.

Ruthless.

“Mmm,” she whispers, rocking back against me. She’s insatiable, too. But then, “No…”

It’s a mind fuck, and it’s hot.

No?Maybe my sweet dirty princess wants to play a game in the middle of the night.

I push myself down on top of her, bringing my mouth to her ear. My voice is extra deep from sleep. Growly. Almost not like me at all. “I don’t think you want me to stop, do you?”

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