Page 140 of Insolence
“I don’t recall saying you’d get to wear them out of here. Not after those cute remarks of yours.” The first touch of her hand on my bare ass forces a delectable shudder. She caresses me slowly, tenderly. “Mm. Ready to take what else you earned for yourself?”
I nod, my muscles tensing when her hand withdraws. In the space between heartbeats, she delivers a solidwhackthat buckles my knees. The lingering sting goes to my clit like a rush of blood to the head.
She squeezes the hair at my nape, her other hand soothing where she struck me. “What color was that?”
“Blue,” I blurt, breathless and aching for more.
Anticipation curls my toes before she beats out three swift blows. Each increases in power until I’m quivering and moaning too loud.
“Color?” She tugs my head back by my hair, and a sharp keen rises from my throat.
“Blue,” I wail, fearing I’ll fly to pieces if she stops.
“Goddess,” she murmurs, leaning close. “You’re absolutely leaking pheromones. If you wanted your hair pulled and your ass spanked that badly, all you had to do was ask. I’m happy to oblige.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” I croak, my entire body aflame. “Our system’s working fine.”
With a snort, she releases me to rain down another series of blows. Each oneexplodeswith glorious, gut-wrenching rapture.
“Oh, gods, yes.” My head drops, my hands sliding out in front of me. Forehead pressed to cold wood, I hook my fingers over the desk’s back lip and hang on for dear life.
She keeps going, and I lose count, responding to each blow with a raw, animalistic noise. At one point, my elbow shoves half the stacked books to the floor with a clatter.
She doesn’t relent, the pain building on itself until “purple” begins to form on the tip of my tongue. That’s when she delivers a hard enough slap that her hand recoils from the impact. She swears quietly.
My predator opens its gaping maw to reveal a chasm so unfathomable, it calls to some lethal, primordial place within me. Somehow, I know in my bones the beast won’t release me the next time it takes over.
An anguished gurgle escapes my throat, different from the other noises I’ve been making.
She stops. “Color?”
No other sound emerges. I’m dizzy with want and shock and incalculable hunger. White-hot pain radiates from my hips to my heels. True to her word, tears wet my face.
“I’m calling it. That’s enough for now.” Bending over me again, her breasts brush my back through our clothes. Loose tendrils of her hair tickle my neck and ear. “Have you learned your lesson? Are you going to listen to me from now on?” She caresses my abused flesh with slow, soothing motions.
“I will. I promise,” I whisper. And in this moment, I truly mean it.
An approving purr rumbles from her throat. “You’ve been such a good girl for me. Taking your punishment so well. I need you to know how cherished you are, Tiss. My treasure.”
Delight washes over me, her lavish praise filling me with pride. I reach backward. “Please, I want your touch. I need you.”
We both unleash feral moans when her hand, hot from the beating it delivered, cups my pussy.
“Goddess.You’re dripping wet. Do you need filled up and fucked now?” Her tone drops, her voice caressing me like black silk: “Screwed slow and hard until you’re screaming? It’s a good thing no one can hear us up here.”
Oh, hell.I’m propped on my elbows again in an instant, pushing my hips backward. She teases and strokes between my legs but uses a frustratingly flat palm. Still, her touch is addictive—to the point that I whip my head around, whining in protest when she pulls away.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m going to take care of you.” There’s that cocky head tilt and insufferable half-grin I’m learning to love.
Chuckling, she leans sideways to reach for something out of sight. The sound of a drawer opening and closing comes from the desk’s right side.
She sets something down in front of me that resembles a gently curving wand with a larger bulb on one end.
A toy, I realize with a hot clench of my stomach. It looks like it’s made of rose quartz and polished beautifully.How in the world would a priestess of Eisha get this?
Slightly longer than my outstretched hand, the smooth handle gleams in pink splintered with translucent white.
“It’s very hard. It will feel very cold and heavy inside you.”
