Page 82 of The Beast

He grabs my thigh and gives it a hard squeeze. “Do what I say, sweetheart. Men are visual, and I need to see you do it. I need to burn it into my brain so that I never forget how hot this is.”

My heart starts pounding. I bring my hands up to cup my breasts, covering them and then pushing them together.

His hand slips down to shape his cock in his slacks. I swallow and watch as he starts unzipping his pants.

“Are you going to… touch yourself?” I ask.

“Fuck yes. Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me, sweetheart?”

I fan my face. Hearing Keir’s gravelly voice being so explicit with his need for me is intoxicating. At this point, I would probably walk over a bed of broken glass as long as his rough voice was there, coaxing me.

Sucking in my lower lip, I close my eyes halfway and do as he suggests, imagining Keir's hands in the place of mine. I pinch my nipples and gasp as the sensation sends ripples down to my core.

“What must be going on in that head of yours?” he husks. I open my eyes in time to see him slipping his hand inside his slacks and fisting the length of his cock. “Tell me that you’re getting as hot as I am. Tell me that I’m making you wet.”

“I am,” I purr. “I’m so fucking hot for you, Keir.” I press my thighs together and nod. “I need to you touch me. Please?”

I can’t bring myself to say what I want. But Keir seems to know exactly what I’m trying to say. He flashes me a dark smirk.

“Spread your legs,” he says. “Put your pussy on display for me. I’m salivating, just thinking about how good you are going to taste.”

I eye him critically. “I’m hearing a lot of talk but I’m still fucking horny over here.”

Keir’s eyes glitter at me. He grabs my thighs and shoves them apart. “You have no idea what you’ve signed the fuck up for, sweetheart.”

I try to close my legs, but he moves so he is kneeling in between them. His body blocks my knees from moving. His hands force my thighs open once more.

I shiver at his little display of strength. Part of me knows without a doubt that Keir has all the power here. That he could overcome my objections with ease, silence my voice.

But he chooses not to. He likes when I talk dirty and argue with him.

That’s why I can feel my pussy getting wetter. I throw my head back, looking up at him haughtily. Before I even think about it, I open my mouth and issue Keir a challenge.

“I’m tired of waiting, Keir. Put your money where your mouth is.”

He grabs my hands hard, his expression fiery. Then he forces my hands down between my legs. “Touch yourself. Show me how you play with your clit. If you resist, I’ll turn you over and spank you.”

I know I’m playing with fire, and Keir is hot enough to combust at any moment. But I don’t care. I welcome the burn.

“You wouldn’t ever even dare to do something like that,” I hiss, intentionally baiting him.

In the span of a second, Keir snatches my arms and yanks me up, contorting my body until he has me face down over his lap with my ass sticking up in the air.

The first smack takes me entirely by surprise. I cry out when I feel his stinging handprint on the side of my ass. I think I expected him to pull his punches and not really spank me… but this hurts.

I open my mouth to protest when Keir delivers the second blow to my other ass cheek. “Ow!” I squeal.

“That’s right,” he growls. “Be still while I spank you or I’ll do it harder.”

I squirm, trying to move away even though he just told me not to. The third spank stuns me and brings tears to my eyes.

I’m embarrassed to say that I didn’t know that it would be so brutal. Still, feeling the sting of his palm makes my pussy clench.

Keir clamps his arm down across my lower back and I can feel his hand skimming over the imprints that he’s made on my ass. I squeak but he holds me in place as his hand delves down between my ass cheeks and explores the folds of my pussy.

I let out a strangled, “Oh!”

“Relax,” Keir tells me. His fingers probe my pussy and then slide up to find my clit. “Do what I tell you. Be still and let me explore your pussy, Ella.”

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