Page 205 of Devil's Bargain

He takes my nipple in his hot mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue over the hardened peak before trailing his lips over to my other breast. He sucks on that nipple too.

I grapple with his belt and slip my hand inside his jeans, stroking his hard dick. The tortured groan slipping past his lips makes my heart swell while I watch his face contort with pleasure.

“Fuck, babe!” he grunts, his hips jerking.

I smile against his mouth and move my hands down lower to cup his balls. I love how powerful I feel now as I make this successful man squirm. I’ve felt robbed of my own power for so long, locked away and broken down by evil men, but right now, I’m taking it back. “Slap me, Rick!”

He freezes. It’s as if I’ve emptied a bucket of ice water on him. “April, I can’t!”

I pull my hand out of his jeans. “What do you mean you can’t?”

He looks confused. “After what happened…”

I flush with embarrassment. I feel stupid all of a sudden. Shifting off his lap, I avoid his gaze. “Okay.”

Apparently, this is my life. Now that I have a spinal cord injury, I should ignore my sexual desires and be treated like an ornament that might crack if dropped.Screw that!

“I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“It’s fine.” My voice is curt. I don’t look at him as I pull my dress back up.

He’s silent.

“This wasn’t a good idea.”

He leans forward, placing his hand on my back, but I shrug him off. “We can take things slow…”

I swallow past the painful lump in my throat. “You should go!”

“Why? Because I don’t feel comfortable slapping you?”

I wince. When he says it like that… I drag in a deep breath and meet his brown eyes. “I’m a wheelchair user now, and what happened in that cellar was horrible. But my sexual desires haven’t changed just because I have a spinal cord injury. I am not a porcelain doll! I don’t want to be treated like one. It doesn’t turn me on, Rick!”

“I don’t want to hurt you! You’ve already been hurt enough!”

“You’re hurting me right now!” I shout! My head falls between my shoulders, and I blink back tears. “This was a bad idea! What are we even doing, Rick? You’re an NFL player.”

“I don’t fucking care about that! I care about you!” he shouts.

“THEN PROVE IT!”

He smacks me harder than I think he intended to, and my head whips to the side.

Fuck! The resulting sting makes me feel things I haven’t felt in a long time.

I’ve read that it’s possible to orgasm with a spinal injury, but I never believed it until now. The instant arousal hits me full force. I breathe through clenched teeth, cradling my throbbing cheek.

“You want me to hit you again?” he growls, his body tense and ready to strike.

“Please,” I whimper, and the neediness in my voice takes me by surprise.

Smack!

“Jesus fuck!” he groans, his eyes on me as I sprawl on the couch, clutching my cheek. He can pretend he doesn’t want to hurt me, but he gets off on it too. Or maybe he gets off on my responses to his slaps? Perhaps it’s my arousal that turns him on? I’m unsure.

“Brings back memories, doesn’t it?” I taunt.

His cock strains against his jeans. He lowers his zip and frees his big dick. I watch him stroke it. “Does your cheek hurt?”

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