Page 28 of Rust the Rejected
I tell him, and he strides out of the living room.
As we soak, I lean my back against his front. Rust makes good on his word. I all but melt as he washes and conditions my hair. His strong fingers knead my scalp, and I moan. It gets even better when he adds lavender-scented bath gel to a sponge and washes every inch of my body. But once again, I balk when he reaches between my thighs to clean my nether bits. He cocks an eyebrow.
“Last warning, Little Girl. Do not shy away from me—eyes or touch. Next time, I will take you across my knees and spank you soundly. Do you understand?”
My mouth gapes as my eyes skitter across his face. A serious glint in his hazel orbs lets me know he’s not joking. No one spanked me as a child and certainly not as an adult. But instead of being outraged, my nipples pebble as heat pools in my lower belly. My pussy clenches. I bite back a moan as my thighs press together. The water sloshes over the sides of the clawfoot bathtub.
“Ah, ah, ah, Naughty Girl. Only I give you pleasure. You do not seek your own unless I give you permission. Now answer my question.”
His reprimand adds fuel to the furnace raging in my pussy. He must sense my desire and maneuvers me to my knees with my fingers wrapped around the rim of the bathtub. He positions himself behind me and pulls my hips back. The head of his cock brushes along my wet slit. It nudges at my entrance, then sinks in slowly.
I moan wantonly as every vein, every ridge, and every inch of his long, thick cock strokes my inner walls. They suck him in greedily. At this angle, he goes deeper than before. I cry out. He fists my freshly cleaned hair and pulls my head back. My body bows and my pelvis tilts. He pushes in deeper as his mouth swallows my mewl.
Fully seated, groin to ass, his heavy balls slap my clit. I whimper in his mouth. He nips my lips. Long, even strokes of his cock have me white knuckling the edge of the bathtub. Again and again, he breaches my pussy with his slow drags.
I shudder as the first tingles of my orgasm surface. Wanting it to break, I push back against Rust.
He growls and withdraws. I cry out from the sudden loss and glance over my shoulder, only for his sizable palm to press between my shoulder blades. It holds me in place firmly. My mouth opens to protest.
THWACK. THWACK. THWACK. THWACK.
Instead of words, a startled yelp pops out of my mouth as his other palm spanks each of my ass cheeks in succession. Left. Right, Right. Left. It doesn’t land on the same spot. But the sting blooms across my entire ass.
He wedges his thigh between my mine to widen my knees. The palm on my back presses down.
I should have known it wouldn’t be good.
I nearly jump out of my skin when three of his fingers smack my swollen pussy lips. The squelching from my juices and the water minimizes the thwacking sound. But it does nothing for the erotic bite of pain. I bleat and try to move away. He holds me firm and leans over my back. Lips pressed to my ear, he speaks.
“For a smart little girl, you don’t listen very well, Little Girl. Now, let’s try this again.”
He slides the palm on my back around the front of my throat. His other arm bands around my waist. In one punishing thrust, his cock fills my tight little pussy.
My mouth opens in a silent wail.
He withdraws, then slams back in. Over and over.
“Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh.”
The only sound I can form as he sets a brutal pace. I love it.
My pussy flutters all along his thick length, trying to capture him for longer than a second. The rougher he mounts me, the more my arousal amps up and drips down my inner thighs. As much as I want to match his strokes, I can’t. His hold allows no movement other than my breasts bouncing and my ass jiggling with each impact from his groin. I give in and sag against his hands.
“There’s my good Little Girl. You please me. Now, cum for me.”
I preen along with my wolf at his praise. Then fall under his erotic thrall as he continues to fuck me. My body responds to his command. The orgasm he abruptly stopped races forward not with tingles. An inferno rages through me. My eyes roll back, my pussy constricts, and my toes curl. All. At. Once.
“OH, GODS!”
Rust chuckles wickedly.
“Not the gods, Little Girl. YOUR. FATED. MATE!”
He explodes within me with a roar and triggers a mind-blowing orgasm.
As I pass out from the intensity of it all, my last thought makes me moan.
This is going to be the most excruciatingly tempting four weeks of my life. If Rust keeps this erotic torture up, I may just beg for his claiming bite. Gods help me…
