Page 148 of Chalk Outline
“Did you just stomp?” Reeve cocks an eyebrow at me.
“What are you going to do about it?”
“Winona, I swear to god—”
“What?”
“I’m going to reprimand your ass until it sores, and you won’t be able to take a step without whimpering.”
The golden rays of light pulse through the window, illuminating his striking features. I watch him for a moment as he examines me.
“You have that look on your face,” he says with a wicked smile. His eyes already undress me, fucking my body like a starved man, and loving every piece of me with his mind.
“What look?”
“That angelic look that makes me want to play with the little demon hiding deep inside you.”
My lips slowly spread into a wide smile.
“You said no fucking for a week because I need a rest.”
“Did I?” he says in a breathy voice, stalking me with a heated gaze, clicking his tongue. “I guess I lied.”
My back hits the shelf, and Reeve yanks my wrists up, pinning them above me while his knee presses against my center.
I gasp, but I can’t suppress the soft moan that escapes me.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, holding my wrists with one hand while his now free hand trails down my body and slips between my thighs. “I want you to use your safe word, tell me no.”
I shake my head as his fingers slightly lift the hem of my shirt and rub against my bare pussy. He bites his lip in satisfaction as I watch his expression darken even more.
He cups my pussy. My clit is pulsing against his warm hand. “Deny me the feel of you. Tell me no, Winona.” He starts sliding his fingers up and down my wetness, and I grind against it.
“Reeve, I can’t…” I moan.
“Can’t what?” he speeds up, and I can’t formulate any coherent sentence. “Use your safe word.”
I don’t want to.
I need him.
“Tell me I can’t,” Reeve growls into my ear. “Push me away. Fight me.”
His warm breath fans my face, and I taste him with every breath.
“I’m bad for you. I’m afucking disease.”
“No!” I snap as the feeling overwhelms me. I look up at him through half-mast eyes. “I want you to use me.”
“Wrong answer.”
A dangerous spark ignites in his eyes, sending a shiver down my spine. He spins me around, pulls my hips toward him, and presses my back down until I’m bent enough for his liking. My forearms rest on the shelf to support me. He pauses his movements, and I know he sees the tip of the butt plug I put on last night.
A deep growl rumbles in his chest.
The sound of his zipper sliding down as he removes his pants, and that growing need for him fastens inside me.
His palms land on my ass cheeks, a loud smack echoing alongside my whimper as the sweet sting resonates through me. The butt plug’s friction makes my toes curl.
