Page 57 of A Lethal Game of Trust
It was all of the anticipation. I didn’t just want seven. I wanted as many as he wanted to give me.
I was so wet and he searched for it as he forced my legs wider. “Keep that perky ass up.”
But with the next thwack, my elbows buckled again and mytits felt the silky skin of his erection beneath me. I pulled back to brush it with my lips.
“Leonie,” he warned.
I didn’t listen, taking the head of him into my mouth and sucking.
And for this spanking, he didn’t get my ass. Oh no, he got my pussy.
I yelped, his cock falling out of my mouth as the need for him to fill me took over. “Dom,” I begged.
“I think the words you’re looking for arethank you.”
“Thank you!” I blurted.
Then there was another sensation, something cold and hard ran over my ass, then he held it taunt between my crack. “Mm,” he moaned. “You’d look so good tied up with my belt.”
In the darkness, I hadn’t noticed him bring it with us.
And the fear nearly had me begging for more.
Not less.
Because that would be logical.
But he hit me with his palm again. The hardest by far. There were tears in my eyes as I counted the last one and cried out, “Thank you!”
“My pleasure, baby,” he said, his words thick with admiration as he massaged where he had hit. “I’m sure your ass is beautiful and red right now.”
I fucking hoped so.
Words failed me as he shoved two fingers inside my pussy and fucked me with them. I pushed back for each thrust, needing him inside me.
“Fuck me. Just fuck me now. Dom, please, I’m begging.”
“I thought you liked to be teased?” he asked as casually as if he were questioning whether I liked sugar in my tea.
“I like to get what I want.”
“And what is that?”
“You. Inside me. Now.”
He didn’t answer for a few seconds, instead fingering me harder. “I need a condom.”
“My—my bag.”
“Yourbag?” he asked with a laugh as he pulled out and gently patted my ass for me to get up. He avoided where he had slapped me before.
I sat beside him, trying not to put too much pressure on my marks. “I may have been prepared for you to fuck me in the corridor by the toilets.”
In the darkness, he cocked a brow, searching through my bag and then gave up and just emptied it out on the floor.
When he went to turn on the lamp, I made a sound of protest that had him stop. “What?”
“Let’s do it in the dark.”
