Page 72 of The Heir
“You were inside me when I sucked you, but that’s not what I meant either.”
“You have no idea how much I want to take you with more than my fingers.”
“Then do it,” I pleaded and lifted my hips against him.
He kept fingering me. “I will, the second you say that you’ll marry me.”
“Thor, you don’t want me to say yes.”
He growled with frustration. “Why won’t you get it into your head that I want you?”
“I want you too. Right now.” I pulled at his neck and greedily kissed him. The sensation of his warm body, his delicious kisses, and his fingers inside me made me crave what he wouldn’t give me. “Thor, I need you!”
Thor closed his eyes and groaned again. This time it sounded as if he was in physical pain. “Then say yes.”
“I’m saying yes to tonight. Anything you want.” To make him loosen up and move past his fixation on marriage, I teased, “Now is your chance to spank me like you wanted to.”
The way his eyes widened and his chin dipped when he looked to my butt made butterflies twirl in my stomach.
He didn’t ask me to repeat myself but swung his legs over the edge of the bed and pulled me over his lap.
I laughed with excitement, unsure if we would go through with it or if he was trying to scare me.
His erection pressed against my stomach as his palms circled my behind, pressing down with a promise of what was to come. We were imitating every erotic novel I’d read about strong Nmen dominating and spanking their women.
The first smack made me jerk and moan out. There was a burn on my cheek, but it didn’t hurt. Thor rubbed the place he had hit me and then spanked me again.Smack, smack, smack.
Each stroke of his hand against my naked skin made jolts of excitement rush up and down my spine.
Smack, smack, smack, smack.
I closed my eyes and surrendered to something that felt like complete freedom. There were no thoughts in my head. No confusion or emotions to categorize. I was completely present in my body in that moment and relinquishing all control to Thor.
Smack, smack, smack.
He was panting and my moans grew in volume.
Smack, smack, smack.
With a firm grip in my hair, he lifted my head and whispered into my ear. “Say that you’ll be mine.”
My eyes opened and with a sideways glance I watched him without answering.
Thor spanked me again and with each stroke I felt closer to him. It was the strangest sensation of trusting that he would never go further than I allowed. It didn’t surprise me that his dominance turned me on because I had fantasized about this scenario for months.
What I didn’t expect was how easy it was to surrender to him when, outside the bedroom, I usually never gave an inch.
Moving us around, placing me on my back again, Thor pinned my arms above my head and moved on top of me. I spread my legs wanting him to slide inside me, but he still wouldn’t. “Please, Thor. I want to feel you inside me.”
“Fuuuck. You have no idea how hard this is for me.”
His naked body rubbed against mine and when I tried to move into position, he stiffened. “Don’t.”
The urge to merge with him was so strong that I did it anyway. Tilting my hips, I felt his hardness press at my entrance. “Please,” I moaned and licked his jawline.
Thor groaned in pain and tightened his hold on my wrists when I wrapped my legs around his thighs and pressed him against me. “Take me.”
The moment he penetrated my body we both made sounds that I’d never heard before. Mine was somewhere between a moan and a scream while his was guttural in nature.
