Page 33 of It Shouldn't Be You
“Of course you don’t. You’re just a good girl, unaware of the effect you have on depraved men like me, aren’t you? But still. You’ve been flaunting that ass at me from day one, and I think it’s time you get the spanking you’ve more than earned. If you’re a good girl and take it for me, I’ll reward that needy pussy of yours after. But if you aren’t... well then, I guess only one of us is coming tonight.” With that, he flips me over, pushes up the skirt of my dress, and yanks down my panties in one fluid motion.
Before I’ve even processed his words, I’m lying there, bare ass exposed to him as he prepares to deliver my punishment. He kneads the flesh of my bare ass, his hands firm as he continues his spiral of filthy talk, building my anticipation and fear simultaneously. Then, he begins, delivering a sharp slap to my ass, the sudden sting shocking me into alertness.
"Once I turn this sweet ass the same colour as your hair, I'm going to make sure your pussy is dripping for me. Then, I'm going to eat you out until you come all over my face. And only then, once you're desperate for me, will I fuck you like the dirty little slut you are. Because you are my dirty little slut, aren't you? Just gagging for my cock. And once I've filled you up with my cum and marked you as mine, I'm going to kiss it better. Because that sweet cunt is going to bleed for me, isn't it? You're going tomake my cock red with your virgin blood, and for that gift, I'm going to lick your pussy better after I hurt it."
With a final slap, he gets off the bed, leaving me with my ass exposed and tingling from his touch. He then manoeuvres me so I'm bent over the foot of the bed, my body aching with a mix of fear and desire. His legs bracket mine, his presence looming over me as he murmurs, "Do you want that, hmm?"
"Please, Lo, I need you," I whimper, pressing my ass back against him, longing for his touch, only for him to pull away with a caress to my back and a dark chuckle. The room falls silent for a second before the crack of his hand against my ass startles me, and heat floods through my body, settling in my core.
He delivers five more quick, sharp blows with his hand, warming me up for what’s next. Then, with the first crack of his belt across the globes of my ass, I have to bite my cheek to hold in a gasp of pain. His hand was nothing compared to the belt, and I can't believe he thinks I'm warmed up enough for this.
But then the pain shifts, blending into a pleasure so intense that my eyes roll back as he continues to strike me. I let out a moan, fully immersed now as he lets the belt drop to the floor. Then, with a thud, he drops to his knees behind me. The contrast between the fiery pain in my ass and the cool flick of his tongue against my clit sends me tumbling over the edge before he's even begun in earnest.
"Oh no you don't. It's not over that easy," he growls against me, his grip tightening on my ass as he thrusts two fingers into me, his teeth nipping at my clit before soothing the sting with hot, open-mouthed kisses. As he thrusts inside me, hitting just the right spot, and works my clit as if it belongs to him, I climb higher until a quick slap to my already tender ass sends me hurtling over the edge on a cry of his name so loud I wouldn’t be surprised if it echoed down the hall.
Still lying there, face down on the sheets with my ass in the air, trying to catch my breath, he lifts me gently, moving me to the middle of the bed. Once he's tied my wrists to the headboard, he claims my mouth again with a moan, the taste of myself on his lips intoxicating. I could kiss him like this all day if it weren’t for the building ache inside me with every moment he makes me wait.
"Please Logan, I need you," I beg, trying to thrust my hips up to meet his, uncaring of the dark fabric of his pants getting stained with my wetness.
"You can do better than that. If you need me so bad, tell me exactly what your needy cunt needs, and I’ll see if I can help you," he teases, slowly starting to undo his shirt as he watches me with a smug smirk. He wears that look well.
"I want what you promised me, Viking. I want you to claim my pussy as yours. I want it to hurt so you know you’re the only one for me. I want to be yours in every sense of the word. I want to feel your cock stretching me open, please—"
I'm cut off when he climbs back onto the bed and slams into me in one brutal thrust, tearing a scream from me. It burns as he splits me open, forcing me to accommodate his size. My back arches, my toes curl as I meet his thrusts halfway.
"That’s a good girl. Listen to how wet you are for me. You needed this, didn’t you?"
"So fucking much, you're so big I can’t..."
"Yes, you can. Your pussy was made for me. I'm going to mould it to my shape. You’ll be taking me morning and night from now on," he declares with each furious thrust, his grip on my throat and his piercing gaze forcing my eyes back into my head. He hikes one of my legs over his shoulder, and the new angle makes me cry out as I climax all over his cock.
The piercings on his cock hit all the right spots, overwhelming me as I arch my back, hands clenched into fists. Before I can ask to touch him, he's jerking inside me, and with a final deep thrust, he fills me up with his cum.
"That's my good fucking girl. Look how much you made me spill," he breathes out, his words washing over me as he pulls free. Then, settling between my thighs, he makes good on his promise to kiss my pussy better, soothing every inch of me with his tongue and kisses until I'm whining for him to stop.
"You’re going to give me one more, then we're taking a bath together, okay, Princess? Can you do that for me?" His gentle words contrast sharply with the raw intensity of earlier, and I nod, overwhelmed by the blend of tenderness and dominance.
With that, he coaxes another climax from me with gentle licks of his tongue as he twists my nipples, the taboo of his taste mingling with all the sensations pushing me over the edge again.
"That was—"
"Fucking phenomenal. I’m gonna run us a bath; you just wait here, and I’ll be back, okay?" With a gentle kiss to my forehead, he frees my wrists before heading into the bathroom to prepare a hot, steamy bath, leaving me breathless and aching for more.
Chapter 27
"This is nice." 'Nice' is an understatement. The hotel bathroom boasts a huge clawfoot bathtub, which I filled to the brim with hot water and bubbles before helping Abigail into it and settling in behind her with our drinks within reach. Holding her close to me after the earth-shattering sex we just had makes me feel on top of the world. I never would have imagined she'd be my perfect match in the bedroom, but damn, the way she got so hot from being spanked, the way she clenched down on me with every dirty word that left my mouth, has me eager for round two.
However, I'm not such a brute as to think her body can handle another pounding so soon.
"Hmm. Yeah, it is. Are you feeling okay?" I ask her, kissing her neck and smirking at the catch in her breath when I do. She’s so responsive to my every action, and I can’t wait to explore that more. Perhaps I could spend a morning edging her before sending her on her way, with strict instructions not to finish herself off, and see how long it takes her to come begging formore. My cock jerks at the idea, and with a groan, I adjust myself so I'm not digging into her back, nipping her neck when she snorts at my discomfort.
“I’m great…that was more than I could ever have prepared for, in a good way. Honestly, if I wasn’t so tender, I’d be asking for round two,” she looks over her shoulder at me with a smirk and mischief dancing behind her eyes.
“Don’t tempt me. How about we change the subject before we do something we’ll both regret?”
“Hmm, fine,” she pouts before facing forward again and leaning her head back against my chest as she asks, “Fancy explaining to me how come you and Alex were essentially on the run?”
“I wondered when you’d ask me that. Fine, I’ll tell you the whole sordid story if you explain why I had to run out and grab pregnancy tests yesterday.”
