“I know you need to come. I can feel you struggling to stop yourself.”
“But . . . I don’t want to.”
“No?” The bastard pinched her clit harder and rammed into her ass hard enough to make her
gasp. “Maybe you’ve been such a bad girl you don’t deserve to come.” His voice was nasty, guttural. “Maybe you just deserve to be used.”
Her entire body clamped down on his cock, and her eyes slammed shut while her mouth opened on a silent scream that locked her jaw open.
“Fuuuck.” He pinned her down just as her muscles unlocked then seized again.
A blinding, aching pleasure arced through her body, swelling, rippling, spreading, stealing coherent thought as she gave herself over to it. It was too much, too big. Orgasms weren’t supposed to hurt, but this one did, and it made her pleasure burn that much hotter.
She gritted her teeth and clung to him. He was saying terrible things in her ear—things that made her come harder. So fucking dirty. His low, ragged moan, and the feel of his cock twitching hard in her sore ass, sent her orgasm back into hellish intensity. It was as if her body couldn’t stop.
She sobbed, not wanting more, but he mercilessly tortured her tender clit. The bastard wouldn’t let the orgasm subside until every muscle twinged and cried out for rest. She felt like she’d gone crazy at the gym and done a million sit-ups while someone rammed her ass with a metal crowbar.
Eventually he slowed, then stopped. He stripped her hair back from where it stuck to neck and forehead, petting her and kissing her and telling her how beautiful she was. She tried hard to process the affection—she’d expected him to pull out and treat her as though he was done with her. Maybe leave abruptly as he had the last time.
Instead, when he finally did pull out, he examined her for damage, then when he was satisfied she was okay, he disposed of the condom and washed, then came right back to pull her under the sheet with him. He curled around her protectively, spooning her, his arm banded across her chest and a big hand holding her breast possessively.
“I hope you’ve learned your lesson, young lady.”
Her throbbing ass wasn’t going to forget the deep and disturbing ache he’d left inside her anytime soon.
“I’m confused,” she replied playfully. “What was that supposed to have taught me?”
His low chuckle vibrated against her back, and prompted her to rub her ass against his cock, but she managed to stop herself from doing it. Encouraging more seemed like a bad idea, considering how wrung out she felt. She’d never had sex that had resulted in a need for Tylenol, but she hoped there was some in her purse. Every muscle in her body ached. Her ass hurt. Her clit felt as if it had been sanded off.
She wanted to do it again.
Just not today.
“It was supposed to teach you not to stalk me anymore.”
“Oh.”
“Pushy submissives get attention they don’t like.”
“When you figure out what I don’t like, I’ll behave.”
Suddenly, he was upright and she was draped over his lap, his hand smoothing a circle over her ass.
“No!” She tried to get away, but her muscles had the strength of overcooked noodles.
“Yes.” His hand came down on her ass, stinging sharply, and she groaned. “If you’re going to sass me, you’re going to get reprimanded—every damn time.”
“But it’s not fair. I’m going to be so sore tomorrow, and you’re going to be fine.”
The next several smacks smarted, but they were playful.
“Not true,” he objected. “That tight ass of yours almost snapped my dick in half.”
She smothered a laugh. Served him right, but she wasn’t about to say so in this position.
“And later I’ll show you my back. Apparently this kitten has claws.”
She’d scratched him? Embarrassed head flooded through her yet again. She couldn’t even remember doing it.