Page 23 of Surrender
Her eyes widened at his crass words, but she couldn’t stop the heated pulses from igniting anew, nor could she deny the truth of his proclamation. As he continued stroking through her wetness, he feathered her neck with kisses, until he eventually traveled lower to focus on her breasts. He alternated biting her nipples and suckling on them, which drew desperate moans from her throat.
She ached for him. She yearned for him.
But he seemed content to keep teasing her. At least for now.
Time lost all meaning as he worked his way over her body, touching, kissing, even biting, before he finally made his way to her throbbing core. He nudged her trembling thighs apart and trailed his tongue over her nether lips, taking his time as his hot breath wafted against her sex.
Oh yes. Please.
She lurched upward and moaned. Clutching the covers, she peered down at his dark head, admiring how powerful he appeared at this moment, his huge muscles accentuated by the overhead lights.
Until Merokk, she’d never indulged in any intimacies with the lights still on, but he seemed to prefer it. He wanted to look at her, wanted to see all of her. He wouldn’t allow her to hide.
He withdrew from her center, but only so he could blow softly upon her folds. Her legs quivered and she drew in a sharp breath, clutching the covers harder.
“Please.” The word escaped her lips without thought, and she immediately blushed as shame swept through her.
“Please what?” he asked, his eyes glittering. “Tell me exactly what you want, little one.”
Her face burned hotter. She wanted him to kiss her folds and delve his tongue deeper, until he found her clit, then she wanted him to circle it until she was swept up in a current of unstoppable pleasure. Until she cried out her release.
But she hesitated to ask. How could she make such an embarrassing request? God, they’d only known one another for five days and been married for four. She’d always been shy about asking for what she really wanted in the bedroom.
Maybe that was another reason none of her previous relationships had lasted long—not simply because she feared commitment, but also because she had difficulty voicing her needs, which inevitably resulted in disappointment. Because she was too nervous to make even the smallest of requests.
Merokk sat up and pushed her legs wider apart. She watched, curious about his intent, but quickly gasped and cried out when his palm struck her inner thigh. She tried to close her legs and shrink away from him, but he held her in place and delivered another slap, this time to the opposite thigh.
He lifted one dark eyebrow at her, his countenance turning quite stern. “Tell me what you want right now, little Betsy. Say it out loud.”
She swallowed hard and then sucked in a long, steadying breath. “I-I want to go to bed now. I’m very tired.” The lie tasted bitter and she instantly regretted it. Why was it so difficult to admit her desires aloud? Fear held her back. Always had in intimate situations, because what if the answer was no? What if she was rejected?
His eyes darkened and he held her in place while he delivered another volley of smacks to her inner thighs. She watched as her flesh reddened and her face flamed when she glimpsed how swollen and wet her pussy had become. Oh God. There was no hiding it, and he would have to be stupid not to know what she really wanted.
She knew he wasn’t stupid. But he clearly enjoyed toying with her and watching her distress. He was practically reveling in her inner turmoil. Though his eyes had darkened with displeasure, a glimmer of excitement remained.
He paused the slaps and leaned closer, until his hot breath wafted across her face. She resisted the urge to shiver at his sudden nearness.
“Last chance to tell me what you really want, little one, and tell the truth this time.” He nodded in the direction of the leather strap and her stomach instantly dropped. “As I’ve told you before, I will not tolerate lies. I expect honesty from you at all times.”
She lowered her head, unable to hold his gaze. “I-I want you to-to make me feel good. Um, with your mouth. Please.” She blushed again after utteringplease, a sense of awkwardness sweeping through her.
Merokk’s eyes flashed with triumph and he shifted back on the bed, once more positioning his head between her legs. When he grasped her tender, punished thighs, she winced. The blows he’d delivered just now were worse than the light spanking he’d given her earlier.
“It would be my pleasure, little Betsy,” he said in a strained tone.
At the first contact of his tongue upon her clit, her head fell to the side and she moaned.Oh God. Oh yes. He swirled around her pulsing nubbin with the perfect amount of pressure. Pleasure coiled tightly in her nether region, until it exploded as she writhed against his mouth.
He withdrew from her center and she flushed at the sight of her essence gleaming on his lips. Holding her gaze, he slowly wiped his mouth on the back of his forearm. She fought to catch her breath and tried to sit up, but her entire body was drained of all energy. She supposed she needed to get up soon and get ready for bed. Brush her teeth. Put on some pajamas.
But Merokk apparently wasn’t finished with her yet.
He flipped her over on her hands and knees and surged into her from behind, gripping her hips to hold her in place. He growled and quickened his pace, until the steady sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the room. She leaned on her forearms as he claimed her, unable to hold her head up under her sheer exhaustion.
He erupted inside her with a roar and she whimpered at the feel of his fingers digging into her hips. But he soon released her and withdrew from her center. She collapsed on the bed, panting for breath.
The warmth of his seed coated her inner thighs as it spilled out of her, and she felt the stickiness as she shifted on the mattress, trying to find a more comfortable position. A slight sting clung to her bottom, but her inner thighs smarted considerably.
“Come, little one,” Merokk said, the affection in his voice taking her by surprise, particularly in the aftermath of his roughness. “Come and let me take care of you.”
