Page 47 of Creed

The command in his voice takes over, and I can only obey.

“The look of possessiveness you had when I saw you…” My head lolls to rest on his shoulder as he starts to pump his finger in and out of me. “The look when I was on the phone… That’s what made me wet.”

“Thank you for telling me and for being open and honest. Good girl.” He adds another finger, but when he touches my clit, I jerk at the sensitive, almost painful shocks. “Your perfect, swollen clit is too overstimulated for a clit orgasm, angel. We need to rest that.”

He pulls his hand away from me, and I whimper. Christ, Iwhimperwith need. He sucks his fingers off, then turns back to the stove and the pot with steam rising. He puts the lid on and lowers the temperature.

“The sauce needs to simmer for a while.” He turns back to me, and his piercing icy-blue eyes are alight with fire. “On your hands and knees on the island, angel.”

“Wh-what?” I stammer.

“You were a bad girl earlier, remember? In the car, when you were going to try to make yourself come. And bad girls get punishments.”

He licks his bottom lip, eyeing me like he’s a wolf and I’m his prey.

Hands and knees on the island…

Oh god, is he going to spank me?

Excitement ripples through me, and I scramble to get into position.

“Like this?” I look over my shoulder back at him, his shirt pooling at my waist, exposing my bare ass and pussy to him.

“Fuck,” he groans. “You’re so goddamn perfect.”

His large hand runs over the plump curve of my ass cheek. His other hand comes up and spreads my cheeks, exposing my tight, forbidden bud to him. His tongue licks up my seam, and I squeal in shock. He licks me again, pushing his tongue firmer against the tight hole, then bites my cheek. While running his finger lightly up and down my seam, he says in a low, gravelly voice, “This hole is mine, too.”

I shake my head.

The contact on my ass cheek makes me scream in shock, not pain.

“This hole is mine,” he repeats. “But I’ll never force you if you’re not interested, angel.” He kisses where he spanked my cheek. “However, you need to accept and know that nothing we do together is wrong, as long as it’s consensual.” He kisses my cheek again. “It can be dirty as fuck, and naughty as sin, but it’s a safe space between you and me.”

“A lady in the streets and a freak in the sheets,” I murmur, tilting my ass up a bit more. After the initial shock of the touch there, I’m not hating it.

“Exactly. Whatever your kinks are, you tell me.”

Hell, I have no idea what my kinks are—this is all new to me—but he makes me feel accepted and safe to explore it with him.

“What if something I want to try makes you uncomfortable?”

He massages my ass cheeks, and I envision him staring at my puckered hole and myverywet pussy, as he splays and kneads the flesh.

“I’ll always be honest about my boundaries, angel, just as I need you to be. Okay?”

He keeps talking and making statements that, without explicitly stating it, are long-term. Yes, he ‘claimed’ me, had stakedownership of my body, whispered that I was his home and his everything… But we haven’t spoken exactly about the long-term.

I realize I don’t need to label it or try to categorize it into a neat little box. I’m with him, he’s with me, and he won’t impede my goals and plans. That’s all I need at this point. We’ll explore and learn about each other and see where we end up. And I’m going to love the journey.

My body is already humming, ‘Yes, please,’ with sensations and feelings only he has ever made me experience.

“Okay.” I exhale the last of my resistance.

“Good girl.”

My pussy clenches. Then I scream as his hand lands on my ass cheek with more force than the first spank.

The sting… Oh god… But the pleasure that chases the pain…

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