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“But you’re not really a good girl, are you? That’s just what you want everyone to think.” He slides the leather paddle over my skin, and I hold my breath in anticipation. “You’re a pathetic whore, desperate for anyone to give you attention, aren’t you? What would everyone think if they really knew what you liked?” He doesn’t wait for me to answer before he brings the paddle down over my thigh. There’s a sharp sting followed by a rush of heat as goosebumps cover my skin.
The sensation is exactly what I needed, and I feel my body fall a little deeper into the floaty space I’ve been so desperate to get back to.
“You love that, don’t you.” It’s more of a statement than a question as he lifts the leather paddle to my lips. “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”
Confusion pulls at my brows, but I do as he says. He holds the paddle just in front of my mouth. “Now kiss it. Kiss it and say thank you.”
A moment passes, but when he doesn’t relent, I realize he’s being serious. The next thing I know, I’m kissing the leather paddle, licking it between whispered thank yous as my desperation climbs to an all-time high.
There’s something so dirty about it, something so wrong in every way that feels sensible, and yet, my desire only deepens. Heat pools in my core as I finally release everything I’ve been holding on to and completely submit to Luka’s request.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispers before dragging the paddle from my lips and tracing it along my thighs. “You like it when it hurts, don’t you? You like it when I’m mean to you, too. It turns you on, doesn’t it?” he asks, as he brings that paddle down over my pussy with a sharp slap.
A violent sensation shoots through me, and I nearly buck off the bed as I let out a cry of pleasure.
Luka doesn’t give me time to recover before he spanks me again, this time bringing the paddle down a little harder. “What do you say?”
It takes a moment for me to remember. “Thank you,” I finally whimper, and I’m rewarded with another sharp slap. “Thank you,” I say again, feeling impossibly more turned on with every sharp slap.
“Fuck,” he groans. I can’t be sure, but swear I see a flicker of a smile in his devastating eyes. “Just look at the pretty marks I’m making all over you.” Another thwack.
“Thank you,” I respond without missing a beat. Every slap against my skin, pulling me further and further away from reality as I fall deeper into the euphoric bliss, I’m quickly becoming addicted to. The place that only Luka can bring me.
“Jesus Christ, Scout. I don’t think I can resist fucking you any longer,” Luka’s words come out almost pleading. All it takes is one look at him, and it’s clear he’s barely hanging on by a thread. I’ve never seen the man look so desperate. He’s a wild animal, one single urge controlling his every move. And in this moment, I realize we both are; he’s somehow managed to isolate one single desire above everything else, somehow whittled it down to one primal instinct.
I’ve never needed anything more than I need Luka inside of me right now. Everything’s built up to this moment. And I know after tonight, I will never be the same. I can’t be.
A single tear falls down my cheek as I look up at him and nod. “Please, Luka. Please fuck me.”
His shoulders fall with instant relief as he lets out a heavy sigh. “Thank fuck. I thought you’d never ask.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Luka
“Look at me. You’re making me do this, do you fucking understand?” I say, my body vibrating with need, as I kick off my jeans and climb on top of her.
Scout’s pupils are so large, I can barely make out the hazel in her eyes as she stares back at me like I hung the fucking moon. Fuck she’s even more perfect than I imagined.
I shift her beneath me as I line my heavy cock up against her tight opening, biting my cheek as even that sensation is almost too much to bear. “Fuck, your pussy is so tight, baby,” I hiss as I slowly nudge inside her.
“Yes,” she whimpers, her eyes rolling back in her head as I slowly work my way deeper. I’m doing everything I can not to hurt her, but when her legs wrap around my back and she pulls me closer, I take it as confirmation that she’s fine. She needs the pain just as much as the pleasure.
So I give her exactly that, not holding back anything else as I drive my cock all the way in, her tight walls squeezing me so tight I nearly come on the spot.
Scout lets out a hiss, but her legs are still wrapped around my back, urging me to fuck her harder, to not hold back. I don’t give her time to adjust before I’ve got her feet over my shoulders, giving me a much deeper angle. I shove a pillow under her back, gripping her hip in one hand as I grip her thin neck in the other, as I drive my cock so deep inside her I feel her cervix.
“Oh, fuck. Yes! Just like that,” she squeals as I curve my hips, trying to keep my steady rhythm, my hand around her neck squeezing just a little tighter. Her body opens to me, her legs parting ever so slightly as I drive my cock deeper, fighting off my growing need to come with every stroke.
My stamina is normally something I pride myself on, but having Scout fall apart in my arms, begging me to please let her come, is probably the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.
“Fucking hell, baby. You take my cock so good. This is the only thing you’re good for. The only fucking thing you’re good for is making me come,” I hiss through gritted teeth as I pump my cock deeper inside her, her tight walls squeezing me so damn tight.
I adjust her legs on my shoulders, watching her perky tits bounce with every thrust, and the glazed over look in her eyes tells me she’s loving this just as much as I am. “You’re so far gone, you’d let me do anything I wanted to you, wouldn’t you, baby? Like my own personal sex doll.”
“Yes! Use me. Use me like your sex doll,” she cries out, and I nearly blow my load right there.
Hearing my sweet, good girl use such filthy language, knowing I’m the one who’s corrupted her, who’s driven her so out of her mind that she’s thrown all caution to the wind… now that’s a hell of an ego boost.
