Page 34 of Ruinous Need
“Right. And that’s a good fucking reason to go without underwear.”
“You don’t seem to mind,” she mutters under her breath.
“What was that?”
“Nothing.” The tips of her ears redden.
“Because it sounded like you were talking back to me.”
I trace the palm of my hand over the curve of her ass. I’m going to enjoy spanking the brat out of her.
“I wasn’t.”
She can deny it all she likes. I’ll reveal the truth soon enough. “Do you think I’m going to enjoy punishing you?”
Her face is flushed a delightful shade of pink as I stroke her ass. Soon it will be the same color.
“Yes,” she breathes. “You’re twisted. You want to control me.”
“So wrong, isn’t it? I’m going to rewire your brain until you need the pain as much as I need to hurt you.”
I trail my fingers over the sides of her hips and down to her center, cupping her mound. Feeling her undeniable arousal.
She tosses her blonde hair to the side and twists back to meet my eyes. Her sea-green gaze is furious but the undercurrent of desire is powerful as a riptide. I can’t look away.
“You’re sick.” Her voice is breathless.
Even as she’s trembling with anticipation, she thinks she can insult me.
I push my fingers into her entrance, gently, just deep enough that I collect some of that delightful moisture on the tips of my fingers.
“I know. But why is your cunt so soaked from just talking about it?”
Lisette squirms as I delve deeper inside her. Every inch feels like a stretch, my fingers pushing against her silken walls. It must hurt, but she doesn’t make a sound. Determined not to give me any satisfaction.
“Admit it. You like it.”
She stays silent. I’ll make her confess her desires.
I remove my hand and bring it down in a stinging blow on her ass. Lisette gasps, but she stays silent.
“This one’s for talking back to me.” I bring my hand down on one round ass cheek than the other.
“This one’s for letting Merc put his arm around your shoulders.” I deliver another blow and soothe her sore flesh with a caress. Her skin is heating under my touch, her hips grinding down against the bench.
“This one’s for the dress you wore on that date.” She seems surprised at that, as though she didn’t think I’d remember. Asthough the sight of her lithe body covered by millimeters of silk skimming so close to her skin it was practically transparent would be easy to forget.
I might be getting carried away. There’s so much frustration wound tight in my muscles and each stroke is only making it worse.
Touching Lisette like this, even under the pretense of punishment, is only making me crave her more.
She doesn’t make a sound, just breathes harder and harder until she’s huffing in rhythm with my strokes against her ass.
I continue until she’s panting, writhing and bucking her hips against the kitchen counter. She speaks with her body while holding her tongue. She needs release, but she’s too proud to admit it. Her jaw is clenched tight in her attempts not to let a moan slip free.
I draw back and open her up to examine the mess she’s making. Lisette is so soaked that her inner thighs glisten with moisture.
Her ass glows red with the evidence of my hand, and I want this image imprinted in my brain forever. I want her to always feel the sting of my touch on her skin, as a potent reminder that her body belongs to me.
