Page 34 of Ronan
That’s more like it. “Good girl. You can keep it for now, but I know who he is, and I meant what I said. You’re mine.”
I come two rough strokes later, my cock throbbing as it floods her dripping pussy as she trembles under me.
For a few moments, I let her breathe as I contemplate my next move. I can’t ever go back to not having this.
“Thank you,” she whispers. “That was... that was perfect.”
She sounds like she’s sated already, but I’m far from done with her. “Don’t worry, baby girl. We’re just getting started.”
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What does he mean? Usually this is the point where we have to part ways, unless he just means he’s still hard like he was in the bathroom.
Greedy man.
Beautiful, greedy man.
My wrists are sore as I wiggle them back and forth in the cuffs. “Is this the part where you kidnap me?”
A dark chuckle leaves him. “For the night, yes, but I haven’t even begun to punish you for that bratty mouth.”
What’s the fun of CNC if I don’t fight back at least a little? I grin into the sheets as I fight the urge to roll over. I know he pulled his mask down to bite me, but will he let me see him? “Bratty?” I snort. “That was light work.”
“I don’t doubt it,” he admits with a chuckle, tugging me so my ass is hanging half off the bed, and then he starts fingering his cum back inside of me. “How full can we get you tonight, hmm?”
“It depends on how many holes you’re planning on claiming.” The thought of him in my ass has my pussy clenching around his fingers, but I’ll take what I can get. “I’ve been horny all day.”
“All of them. Why do you think I’ve positioned you like this, pretty girl? I’m about to stretch your ass wider than it’s ever been stretched.”
He slaps down on my skin, rubbing the spot as the shock reverberates through me.
I’m not prepped this time. Even when I prep, I think I’d have a hard time taking all of him.
The thought sends goosebumps traveling down my arms and legs. “And what if I say no?”
“Why don’t you try it?”
He moves away for the briefest of seconds before he’s right back, and the logical part of my brain knows I shouldn’t do this. Playing like this — especially with someone I don’t trust completely yet — is dangerous.
But I’ve always been a little stupid.
“You can’t have it.” I attempt to roll over, but suddenly I’m being spanked with something that isn’t his palm, and the belt sends a delicious spike of pain straight up my core.
“What was that?”
Oh, fuck. I’ve never been spanked with anything other than a hand before, and even then they were baby taps until Nightbreed. It’s an entirely new sensation that should leave me obeying without question, but instead, it leaves me wanting more.
“I said you can’t have it.”
Clicking his tongue, he lifts me up so I’m on my knees, then shoves my face down against the mattress as he spreads my legs more. I feel exposed, raw, electric... and then he slaps my cunt with that belt so hard I cry out.
I’m gonna feel that one for days.
The desire to please him and make him want to take care of me kicks into overdrive, but I’m not ready yet. I want his fury, his anger. I want him to break me and then stick around long enough to put me back together.
But what if he doesn’t? What if he breaks me and then leaves?
Trembling, I decide to make that a problem for later me and grunt out, “That tickled. Still doesn’t change my answer.”
