Page 78 of Sinful Skulls
We talked about him never cutting me, but we never discussed the reverse of that. I want to tear my eyes away from him, but I can’t.
“What are you waiting for?” he asks, tipping his head slightly in challenge.
My heart is thundering in my ears. I want to do as he asks. I want to do what pleases him. But not at the expense of my own heart.
“Apple,” I say quietly.
He leans in close enough that the tips of our noses brush against each other. “That’s a very,verygood girl,” his deep voice praises, and it tiptoes right up my spine.
“Now that we are sure you’re not evil, I’m going to spank that ass for you even considering it.”
Another shiver ripples over me, and his daunting smile warns me I’m about to experience something new.
He kicks the coffee table back with his foot and then gently positions me across his lap. When he pushes my nightshirt over my butt and finds it’s the only thing I have on, he groans, palming me roughly in his big hand.
“Fuck, your ass is like a handful of heaven.”
As soon as he releases it, his hand returns in a hard but firm smack. I grunt, bumping forward on his legs.
“Tell me you’re a good girl.”
When I press my lips together, his palm connects again.
Fuck, that hurts so good.
“Say it.”
Fuck no, I’m not saying it. Not yet anyway.
Two quick strikes and I drop my head, squeezing my legs together.
“Do you need a little friction down there?”
His hand dips between my legs, and I cry out. “Fucckkkk.”
It’s quickly pulled away, and the room echoes each time his hand disciplines me.
“I’m your good girl!” I scream out when I hit my limit.
But I’m quickly reminded that he is the one who sets the limits.
Just as I’m considering using my safe word, he stops.
He tosses me over his shoulder and carries me to the bedroom, dropping me softly onto the mattress. He reaches under the bed and pulls out a long bar with cuffs. “You’re going to spread your legs nice and wide for me, aren’t you, baby?”
I nod, so excited I think my heart might literally explode.
As he locks me into the spreader, he watches my every twitch. “Deep breaths,” he reminds me, giving me a sexy smile that breaks character and reminds me I’m safe with him.
His big hand slides over me, and his smile widens even more. “Nice and wet for me, but it’s about to get even wetter.”
He hops from the bed, leaving me wondering what he is talking about. When he returns, he has a towel in his hands. He slides it right under my ass, despite my embarrassing little protests.
He leisurely takes his time with me, touching, petting, licking. He’s two fingers deep when I notice there is a shift in his movements. He curls them inside of me as he settles on his knees beside me, and then he places a hand just above my pubic bone. And then he fucks me with his hand in a way I don’t quite understand. It hurts, but yet it doesn’t. It’s such a weird sensation and … holy fuck.
“Brody … Brody … you’ve got to stop.”
Oh god. I try to shift away, but the bar between my legs leaves me very little movement. I lock eyes with him and plead with him to spare me this embarrassment.
