Page 94 of Dirty Husband
What the hell happened to me? And why don't I care?
"Bad girl," he growls. On anyone else, it would sound ridiculous, like a line out of a bad porno. But on Shep?
Fuck. "Yes." I push the words through my teeth.
He tugs at my thong. Runs his fingers over the soft fabric, tracing the waistband. Then the line over my ass and sex. Finally, his fingers skim my clit, over the fabric.
It's smooth. Too smooth. I needhishands on my skin. I needhimtouching me properly.
But I still haven't begged. Is he still waiting for me to beg? Does something deep inside him need that?
I can't say I understand it. But I can still play. I can still give him what he wants.
"You wore this to tempt me." Again, his hand comes down hard on my ass.
"Shep—"
"Yes?"
"I… Yes. I did."
He spanks me again. "Was this what you wanted, princess?"
"Yes."
"What else?"Smack. His hand hits my flesh.
"You."
"How?"
"Your hands on my chest. My ass. My clit. Your cock. In my hands. My mouth. My sex." Fuck. It's like some dirty version of myself is in control. "I want you to fuck me."
"You think about it?"
"Yes."
"How often?"
"All the time."
"You touch yourself?"
"Yes."
"I'm not giving you enough? You want more?" he asks.
"Yes."
"Yes?"
I try to read his voice. He doesn't want the defiance anymore. He wants obedience. But I haven't had enough yet. I need more. "Yes."
He spanks me hard. The sting of pain tightens the ache inside me. Makes everything feel sharper. Hard enough my entire body screamsmore. And clearer.
I expect another. A threat. A demand. But he surprises me. He pushes my thong aside. Drives two fingers into my sex.
I gasp. "Shep—"
