Page 131 of Prey Tell
“Four,” I breathe out, sniffling and shaking.
“You’re so good, Mrs. Ravage. Taking my crop so well. I wish you could see how pretty your ass looks right now,” he adds, removing his gloves. His free hand roves between my legs. I moan when he works a finger inside my dripping pussy. “Mmm. So ripe and ready for me, so fruitful and needy for my seed,” he says, his voice wavering with the double entendre. We both know he loves to say things like this during a scene, but today, he means it.
Without warning, he brings the riding crop down on my ass with his other hand.
“Five,” I moan. My heat grips him firmly as the pain dissipates.
I’m panting as I look up at him over my shoulder. His eyes flutter for a second before he nods and hits me again.
“Six!” I scream, fisting the fabric. He adds a second finger, curling them so that they’re dragging against the front walls of my channel. He massages that spot, groaning when I squeeze him again.
“My wife likes it when I punish her,” he murmurs, using his thumb to stroke my clit lightly.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Good. Keep counting, love.”
I open my mouth and let out a guttural warble as he brings the crop down over the same spot again.
“Seven!”
I arch my back, writhing in pain. For a second, I consider using the wordyellow—telling him to stop, telling him it’s too much. But then he pushes his fingers deeper, swiping his thumb across my aching clit, and I moan with the flood of pleasure that flashes through me unexpectedly.
He knows.
He knows I’m on the brink, on the edge of my sanity.
“There we go,” he says soothingly. “Can you take one more, Juliet?”
Suddenly and randomly, I grieve for the name he used to use for me.Parker. But once we were married, he refused to call me that since I took his last name. Something about how it was important that I was a Ravage—to him. So I let him call me Juliet, but right now, I miss the way he used to call me Parker.
“Yes,” I whisper, knowing my face is wet with tears.
He plucks his thumb across my swollen nub again, and I whimper as he doles out the last of the punishing smacks. It cracks loudly in the air, and I gasp, pressing my body up to get away from the pain.
“Eight,” I sob, and as I’m about to shout my safe word, as I try to tell him I cannot possibly take another one, he drops the crop to the ground and lays down next to me, pulling me tight into his body so that I’m lying sideways. His fingers are still buried deep inside of me, and he moves my hips away from him slightly so that the front of his trousers don’t touch the sensitive skin where he spanked me.
“You’re so good,” he murmurs, and my eyes flutter closed as I grind against his fingers. I can hear and feel how wet I am, how close I am to the edge. “You always take your punishment so beautifully,” he moans, and I hear the telltale click of his belt. I know, from experience, that he’s close too. I also know that he’s going to make himself come all over my ass so that he can fuck me properly, but today, I want all of him. Every single spent drop.
“Chase,” I beg.
“That’s not my name, is it?” he tells me, smacking my hip gently.
“Sir,” I moan, writhing and riding his long fingers. “I want you to come inside of me. Please, please,” I beg again, my voice breaking.
“Yeah?” Chase asks, his voice hoarse. He’s close. I can hear him frantically stroking himself behind me. “You want me to fill you nice and full with my cum?”
“Yes,” I gasp, rolling my hips.
“Since you asked so nicely,” he growls, lifting my leg, removing his fingers, and thrusting deep inside of me in one fell swoop.
“Oh god,” I utter, squeezing my eyes shut as my cunt clenches around him.
“I’ll give you one more chance to say the right name,” he warns, his voice low and threatening. “God is not the one with his cock buried deep inside of you, filling your tight cunt with my seed. Who is?” he asks, grabbing my hip with his free hand to drag me back onto his length.
“You, sir,” I whisper. “Yes, fuck, Chase—”
“That’s it, Parker. I want you to milk every last drop out of me.”
