Page 84 of Corrupted Pleasure
Her gaze flicked down to my lips, and I knew instantly she was aroused. It didn’t take much for her. Just some filthy talk and bossing her around.
“Stand up and bend over the table.”
“Not this shit again,” she grumbled, though her voice was breathless.
“That’s two. Bend over.”
Her breathing became harder. “I’m not doing this, Liam. You can’t make me.”
“Three,” I purred. “Don’t worry, Davina. I’ll spank that beautiful ass of yours and then I’ll make you come all night long. But only if you listen.”
She turned crimson. Such a fucking turn on. I stood up and patted a spot on the table next to me. “Five seconds, Davina. Otherwise, I won’t let you come at all. I’ll bring you to the verge of orgasm, just to withdraw it. Over and over again.”
She scoffed but did as ordered. She bent over, her elbows resting on the dining room table and I’d never again be able to eat off it without thinking about her sweet pussy after tonight.
Fuck, I could smell her arousal. It made my mouth water.
“Good girl,” I praised her, placing my palm on her asscheek. “You look so beautiful like this. Arse pushed up and ready for your punishment.”
“Freak,” she muttered, though whether she knew it or not, she pushed her arse into my palm.
“What was that?” I challenged. I could see a flush creeping up her neck.
“Nothing.”
Placing my palm on the soft skin of her outer thigh, I trailed my hand higher and higher. Until I reached her panties, then hooked my fingers into them and ripped them in one move.
Her sharp gasp broke the silence of the penthouse. My balls were tight and ready to explode. But first I’d teach her a lesson.
“We won’t be needing these.” I discarded her panties and put the palm of my hand on her gorgeous arse.
Smack.
She arched her back and cried out. “Oh God!”
I chuckled. “God can’t help you here.”
She didn’t want God’s help anyhow. She wiggled her ass again and glanced over her shoulder. Holding her gaze, I brought my hand down.
Smack.
“Liam.” Her moan vibrated through the room. The little mewling noises she made were fucking music to my ears.
“Should we smack your pussy too?” Her thighs were glossy from her arousal and it didn’t escape me how she clenched her thighs together.
“Ask me nicely to smack your pussy,” I demanded. I wanted to hear her say it.
She panted, her mouth parted and her eyes still on me. I was so fucking hard, I feared that for the first time in my forty-seven years, I might actually spill before I was ready.
“Ask me,” I gritted.
“Liam, please spank my pussy,” she pleaded, spreading her thighs open so she’d give me better access.
“Please, Liam, I-”
Her words faltered as my hand slapped against the tender flesh of her pussy. She cried out and my cock jerked. She looked like pure temptation, watching me with those lust-filled eyes and her parted, red mouth.
Adjusting myself, I decided that next time we’d do this while both of us were naked. This was torture for me too.
