Page 70 of Shadowed Hearts: Frost
Each subsequent blow gets progressively harder. By five, she's trembling, tears leaking from her eyes, but her voice never wavers.
"Good girl." I drag my fingers through her wetness, making her gasp. "So wet from being spanked. Such a dirty little slut."
She whimpers at the degrading words but pushes back against my touch.
I position my cock at her entrance, dragging the head through her folds. "Tell me what you want."
"I want you inside me."
"Not good enough." I press just the tip in and stop.
"Please fuck me."
"Better, but still not right." I pull out completely. "Tell me exactly what you want me to do to your pussy."
Her face flames red. "I... I can't say that."
"Then you don't get my cock." I move away from her.
"Wait!" She looks back at me, desperation clear in her eyes. "Please... please fuck my pussy. I want your cock inside me."
"Much better." I thrust into her hard, burying myself to the hilt in one stroke.
She cries out, her back arching as she takes my full length. I don't give her time to adjust, immediately setting a punishing pace.
"So tight," I growl, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. "Taking my cock so well."
I fuck her brutally, each thrust driving deeper than the last. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, punctuated by her breathless moans.
After several minutes, I pull out completely. She whines at the loss.
"On your back."
She flips over quickly, and I see the glazed look in her eyes. Good. That brilliant mind is finally quieting.
"Up." I help her to her feet, her legs unsteady.
"Where—"
"Bedroom." I scoop her up easily, carrying her toward the stairs. She's lighter than I expected, all soft curves and warm skin against my chest.
She wraps her arms around my neck, pressing her face against my throat. "This is very caveman of you."
"Problem with that?"
"Not even a little bit," she admits, her breath hot against my skin.
I carry her up the stairs to my bedroom, depositing her on the bed where she's slept for the past few nights. The king-sized mattress dwarfs her petite frame, and seeing her there—naked and flushed instead of curled under my sheets—sends a surge of possession through me.
I move to the dresser, retrieving the silk tie from the top drawer. When I turn back to her, her eyes widen.
"What's that for?"
"Too many distractions." I tie the silk around her eyes, checking that it's secure but not cutting off circulation. "You think too much."
With her sight gone, every other sense heightens. She jumps when my hand touches her thigh.
"Color?"
