Page 5 of Hounds Ascend
He grabs my hand again and leads me inside. No one is at the bar when we walk through, and I find that odd for a Saturday.
Cass’s grip on my wrist is firm, but he isn’t rough with me no matter how angry he is. He stops just inside our bedroom as soon as he closes the door behind us.
“Kneel down,” he commands.
I kneel and although the buzz I had from a few drinks is fading quickly, that little bit of alcohol left in my system fuels my mouth.
“What are you gonna do, spank me? I’ve heard about that whole power trip bullshit and let me just tell you that spanking isn’t my— “
“Oh no, baby. I’m not going to spank you. I’m going to fuck you.”
The promise in his voice makes my panties wet. He’s dark and brooding, sexy, and powerful. I look up at him from where I sit, kneeling in front of him. He grabs a fist full of my hair and gently tugs me up to his level. His actions are almost contradictory to his tone. He’s firm, yet gentle, and it makes no fucking sense to me.
Cass’s large hand grips the nape of my neck and pulls me in close before his lips crash into mine. Hot, blueberry-flavored tongues collide as Cass unleashes all his anger into desire for me. His hands roam my body, scouring every inch with thirst. Hisfingers grip and grab all over, as if he’s fighting with himself to go slow and enjoy it while taking his time or rip everything to shreds and take what he wants.
My hands fumble at the belt on his waist as he hungrily devours my lips. My head tilts back, breaking our kiss as I moan his name.
His hands slide down my torso, undoing my blue jeans before I’m done finagling his belt. He grips my hands and slams them above my head, while his other hand has his belt undone in a millisecond. His jeans drop to the floor with a soft thud, and he releases my hands long enough to slip out of his cut and t-shirt before he slams them back above my head. My shirt rides up, the bottom of it hanging on my tits, exposing my tanned stomach to him.
Cass’s mouth is back on mine, and he releases my hands to explore my body. He touches just low enough on my stomach to send sparks through my abdomen before he grips my shirt in the center of my chest, ripping it wide open. He doesn’t pause to take it off before his hand is behind my back unclasping my bra. I welcome the feel of him undressing me, thriving on it.
The callouses on his hands are rough on my skin as he shoves my shirt down my arms and removes my bra. My pebbled nipples catch his attention, and he lowers his mouth to tug on one. Deep rumble sounds come from his chest as he lifts me up and carries me across the room to the bed. In one swift movement, I’m lying flat on my back in bed and he’s on top of me, my nipple still in his mouth. His tongue circles it slowly before tugging onit again. My back arches in response.
“Are you going to leave without telling me again?” he asks.
A smug grin spreads across my lips. “Yes.”
Cass growls. “Wrong. Answer.”
He rips off the red lace underwear I’m wearing and shoves into me without warning. My breath hitches in my throat at the pain and surprise of his abrupt entry. He buries himself to the hilt inside me, pushing hard to ensure he’s as deep as he can go. I cry out a ragged screaming moan. I don’t know if it hurts or feels fucking amazing. A confusing sensation I’ve never experienced before.
Cass’s brows are drawn together, his mouth partially open. He stills, judging my reaction. He slowly eases out before thrusting back in, hard.
“Fuck, that feels so...” I trail off.
“Feels so what?” Cass asks as he repeats his method of torture.
“So…fuck!” I scream as Cass pulls out and slams back in.
Chills run down my arms at the unfamiliar sensation below. It’s torture. So much pleasure. So much pain. So much…just so much.
“Tell me, baby. How does it feel?” he asks.
“Dizzying...” I breathe. “And euphoric, like fucking paradise.”
Cass speeds up the pace with my words, and his brutal, gratifying punishment is gone, leaving only pure sweet ecstasy in its wake. His hand cups my ass cheek while the other lifts mythigh, wrapping my leg higher around his waist. The feel of him opening me up even more is overwhelming. My hands snag the sheets on the bed, holding onto them for dear life while I allow my body to feel every sensation he’s giving.
“Baby, yes!” I moan.
Cass has changed it up a little, this time every time he sinks all the way in, he grinds his hips, his pelvis rubbing my clit with each motion. The hand that was on my ass has now navigated to my hard nipple, rolling it between his fingers and giving it a solid pinch.
My body begins spasming as I push against him, so close to the cloud of bliss I anticipate washing over me with each stroke. This one. No, this one. Here. This one. Now. Oh, fuck. Yes.
“Come for me,” Cass commands as he works my nipple and grinds slower, his hips slowly rolling over my clit. It’s exactly what I need. His words are my undoing, and I come shattering over the edge that I toy with so much. White-hot sparks fly behind my eyelids in a relentless explosion as Cass drives into me. Harder. Faster.
My stomach muscles clench and unclench continuously with the orgasm Cass is milking from me. I float high onto a cloud of pleasure, savoring him inside of me. My hands grasp his back, and I make a conscious attempt at now clawing him.
Cass powers on, his pace brutal and relentless and I swear he could’ve been a jackhammer.
