Page 71 of Feral Guardian
“Absolutely.” She raises her head, a devilish smirk on her lips. “Not.”
I spank her again and the shift in her expression has me yearning to bury my dick inside her. She looks as though she’s near release,again, and I would know from this morning. The thought of my punishment pushing her close to the edge has me baring my teeth against my demon. My curse is banging against the walls of my control, begging to take over, to punish and claim.
Mine, mine, mine!
Let me taste.
Let me fuck.
Let me please.
I move back to the other cheek and hit her a little harder still. She cries out, her elbows going weak as she leans more heavily into my steadying hand. Her arms tremble, and the scent of her arousal reaches me.
“If you can’t be good, we won’t stop in town. No bath, no bed.” I spank her again.
She moans. “Not much of a threat.”
Smack.
My hand and cock throb in time.
“You’ll never convince me this way,” she says, her voice thick with lust. It sets my nerves alight with need, a fire that can only be quenched by dousing myself in her, plunging into her.
I push her up to standing and pin her against the tree, her back to my chest. I move my grip from her shoulder to her throat, my fingers spanning the entire length of her clavicle. My other hand snakes down under the band of her trousers and finds her soaking center.
“If you promise to be good, I’ll make you come,” I say.
“I promise,” she says, her voice quaking and desperate.
I press my cheek against hers. “Say you promise to be a good girl for me.”
“I promise to be your good girl, sir.”
Fuck me.
My good girl.
Mine.
My fingers dive between her silky folds and she groans in pleasure. Her hands come up to grip my wrist at her neck, the prick of her claws digging into my skin. The demon swirls just below the surface, thickening my skin and warding against her weapons. I’m perfectly made to withstand her. I’m perfectly made to please her.
Lily’s legs slacken as I stroke all the way through her center, drawing more wetness back to her clit. I brace my forearm against the tree, shielding her from the rough bark, and nip the top of her ear.
“Are you ready?”
She only whimpers in response, but it sounds in the affirmative.
I find her sensitive nub and I begin to stroke her, hard and deliberately. Her cries intensify in pitch and I can’t stop myself fromgrinding my aching cock against her ass. It provides minimal relief but makes her keen.
“Inside me, please,” she begs. “I need to feel you inside.”
I still my hand. “Then you need to make me another promise, little imp.”
“Anything, sir.”
I’m only fleetingly aware of how wrong this is.
“You will let me pleasure you for the remainder of our trip home. Anytime you need relief, you will tell me. Understand?”
