Page 66 of Prey Tell
“Five,” I whisper.
“I want you to count the last three. Are you ready?”
“Yes,” I tell him quickly.
He slaps me, and this time, itreallyfucking hurts. My whole ass cheek is on fire, and I claw at the table as I open my mouth to cry out. But before I can, he spanks me again, and I scream.
“Six, seven,” I warble.
I am drenched. I can feel it leaking down the inside of my thighs. The only thing I can think about is how badly I need the friction between my thighs, something to graze my swollen, needy core. How one slow swipe of his fingers through my slit might be enough to get me to explode. Chase runs a cool hand over my burning skin, soothing it again.Fuck, that’s nice.
“You’re doing so good,” he purrs. “After we’re done, if you’re good, you get a reward.”
Yes, yes, yes.
He spanks me one last time, and my whole body jerks as I scream again. I can’t tell if I’m crying or laughing. It all feels so confusing—the spanking hurts, but my core is fluttering around nothing, one feather-light touch away from shattering and convulsing.Pain and pleasure.Through my clouded senses, I remember that from my research. How they’re connected. How pain canbepleasure, too.
I am gasping for air as I speak. “Eight,” I say, feeling the sweat that’s making me stick to the table, the way my hands and legs are shaking, the way I can’t seem to catch my breath.
All of my blood is flowing to the wetness between my thighs, and Chase kisses my ass before running a smooth hand over the tender area. Everything is on fire—every surface of my skin. I amburning.
“Not so bad, right?” he asks, his voice low.
“No,” I say softly.
“I never dole out pain just to hurt you, Parker. When I’m punishing you, I want you to get something out of it. I want it to bring you closer to whatever it is you’re craving.”
“I don’t know what I’m craving,” I tell him honestly.
“Are you sure?” he murmurs. “I don’t think that’s true. I think you know exactly what you want,” he adds, running his hand up my spine again. I shiver and he chuckles. He roves lower, coming to my ass again, and I hiss in pain when his fingers brush over my sore backside. Though, the sensation makes my insides contract again—especially when his hand comes to the crease between my thigh and ass. I stiffen.Surely, he must feel how wet I am, right?It feels… incredible. “I think you want the same thing you’ve always wanted from me.”
Everything is hot. Everything is pulsing. His fingers arejuston the edge of being where I can get some friction, and I shift so that I slide him closer to the spot I need him.
It makes me feel like a harlot. Wanton. I’m still panting, stillsowet and aroused. I could probably get off with one stroke. I amachingfor him to touch me. I’m in a fog of sorts. Like someone could come marching through the hotel door, and I wouldn’t care as long as I could hump Chase’s hand until I climaxed.
“Tell me,” he commands.
I inhale deeply, exhaling slowly, trying to get a grip on this feverish feeling.
Subspace.
The word clangs through me as soon as the fog clears a little bit. The floaty, detached feeling that subs sometimes get during a scene.
“Tell you what, sir?” I ask, my voice uneven.
“What you want, Juliet.”
“I want to come,” I tell him. “Please.”
He lets out another low chuckle. “Since you asked so nicely,” he growls, grabbing my hips with both hands and pulling me off the table and into his arms. Setting me down on my back, I gasp when I see how dark his eyes are, how he’s clenching his jaw in concentration. How he looks completely manic and frenzied, how his nostrils are flaring every time he breathes, how he’s scanning my face like he’s silently telling me that he’s about to devour me. He looks so galvanizing, his eyes raking boldly over every inch of my body, that it sends a tremor through me.
“Lie down, Juliet.”
I do as he says. He spreads me wide with his hands, and I blush as his eyes rove over my exposed pussy. Cool air hits me, reminding me of how my arousal is more than evident.
“Fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, running one hand down my thigh. “I’m going to make you come. Your orgasm ismine. Do you understand? Your first by another hand. And tomorrow, we will play some more. Tomorrow, you need to be prepared. This is just a small taste, but it is still mine. Understood?”
I nod vigorously, my chest rising and falling as he slides one finger down my wet seam. I arch my back and let out a throaty moan as that same finger dips into my folds. I buck my hips, which causes his long index finger to slide in all the way. I snap my eyes to his—maybe I was too overzealous—but his eyes are twinkling as he inserts another one. I gasp as he curves them, as the signet ring on his pinkie finger presses into the inside of my thigh. I squirm and whimper as he holds his fingers still—and then slowly begins to massage my inner walls.Oh, that’s—
