Page 109 of Break Me
“I have to admit I adore the color of blush on your cheeks.” He growled slightly and brought the strap down four more times, taking his time with each one. The sound echoed in my ears, and I clung to the comforter, twisting my hands around the material.
The scent of my desire was strong, more so than before.
He was obviously thinking the same thing, his deep inhale more audible than any before. He didn’t waste any more time, continuing the harsh spanking, even slapping the belt across my upper thighs.
I was on a cloud, the sound of the belt duller. I still had my eyes closed, trying not to wiggle, yet every movement was involuntary, my pussy grinding against the pillows.
Alexsey caressed my skin, the rough pads of his fingers keeping me quivering all over.
“And the blush turns to red.” He began again, one coming right after the other. The sound was terrifying, but the reality of what I was feeling was sheer bliss.
I would never be able to tell anyone how being spanked affected me, but I was alive and floating on air.
“Three more.”
Another moan slipped past the gag and I pushed up again, arching my back and wanting to feel every slice of the thick leather strap.
He gave them to me, the last three brutal and unforgiving. When the spanking was over, another rush of adrenaline flowed from head to toe. My body was tingling from the wild jolts of electricity as a different kind of anticipation hit me.
I craved his cock.
Long, thick, and throbbing, I needed it inside, fucking me like the wild beast he could be.
Maybe he sensed everything I was dying to have since he rolled his hand down my back to the crack of my ass, finally thrusting his palm against my wetness.
I moaned again. He pressed his knee on the bed, grabbing the thong and slipping it free from my mouth. I took gasping breaths, longing to see him.
To touch him.
To taste him.
He yanked me onto all fours, jerking the pillows away, even slapping my bottom twice as if doling out the finishing smacks of discipline. I yelped in response, still digging my fingers into the comforter, swaying my hips back and forth in a blatant invitation.
Alexsey rubbed both hands down my back, chuckling as he cupped and squeezed my bottom. When he shifted his fingers between my legs, swirling one around my clit, I bucked against him, mewing like a wildcat.
“My baby is hungry,” he mused.
“Yes.”
“Do you deserve my cock?”
I tossed my head back in reply, swishing my hair while giving him a heated look. “What do you think?”
“I think I need to fuck you long and hard.” Even though he made the statement, he took his time teasing me, driving at least three fingers into my slickened cunt. The electric sensations were even more powerful, keeping me on edge while my mind ran wild with thoughts of surrender.
He pumped several times while teasing my asshole with his thumb, finally pressing the tip just inside. “And I’m going to take you in the ass.”
Everything about him screamed of dominance and I couldn’t wait to have his cock fill me.
I was shocked that he kept his patience intact for a few minutes even though I could clearly see the outline of his thick, throbbing bulge. My mouth watered at the thought of sucking him, swallowing every drop of his cream.
He drove me to the point of having an orgasm then ripped his hand free, backing away and leaving me aching more than before. I tossed my head, arching my back as if begging him to continue.
“Tsk. Tsk. Patience, my little captain. Or you won’t get what you want. Only what you deserve.”
“No fair.”
“I never said I was a fair man. Now, did I?”
