Walk the Line (Kings of Chaos 5)

“You don’t know? I think we should find out. I’m going to bend you over my lap an—” I shudder as my self-control breaks. I grip the bar, shaking madly as I come. I bit the inside of my cheek so hard, the metallic tinge of blood fills my mouth. He finishes his beer and sets the empty brown bottle on the bar. “Let’s go.” My stomach flips. What’s he going to do to me? For once the anxiety I feel is good. I’m hyper aware of my body as we travel through the crowd. My nipples rub against the lace of the body suit, and the brush of fabric against my clit is reving me back up. We enter his dorm, and he locks the door behind us. He walks to the bed in the far corner of the room and sinks onto the edge of the mattress.

“Come here.”

His words are a command I don’t dare deny. I stop a few inches from him.

“Take everything off.” I comply, stripping down with trembling hands and a greedy center that keeps clenching and releasing in desperate need of being filled. “Now come and lay cross here.” He pats his knees with his hand. I awkwardly lie on my belly. “Hold my legs, like this.” He positions my hands and caresses my ass. He squeezes my cheeks, and I shudder. “Naughty B. Disobeying me. I think twenty swats to start out. Count them back to me.” His hand comes down on my left cheek with just enough force to sting without causing real pain.

“Oh. One.” The pleasurable ache has me dripping.

He slaps the other cheek. “Two.” I lose myself in the swirling desire that circles through me, pushing me toward the edge. I’m throbbing and slick when he delivers the last swat.

“Twenty.”

He cups my pussy and growls. “You’re soaked.” He drags his fingers between my lips and over my clit. I rock against them, and he slaps my sensitive ass. “Not until I say.”

“J, please.”

“Please what?”

“Please play with my pussy.”

“Like this?” he lightly circles my clit.

“No,” I moan frustrated.

He circles faster. “Like this?”

“Oh no, no, no,” I chant, close orgasm.

“Tell me, B.”

“Inside. I need you to be inside.”

“Like this.” He thrusts home.

“Yes,” I scream as he pumps his fingers in and out, fast, and rough. I clutch at his digits, starved for contact.

He hooks his fingers, and I sob as I try to keep from bursting.

“You want to come?”

“Please. Please let me come.”

“Come for me.”

I let go, convulsing as the pressure inside me breaks. I cry out as liquid spills from me.

“Oh fuck you just squirted, baby.”

“I- I can do that?” While I’ve read about and seen female ejaculation before, I never came close to experiencing it personally until now. It was the ultimate release after a prolonged arousal. I already want to do it again.

“Yes, you can,” he purrs. “You’ve never done that before?”

I shake my head breathing hard.

“It won’t be the last time. Not with me.” His dark promises intrigue and seduce. He strokes my ass, soothing my soreness. Bending, he kisses my cheeks and nips at my flesh. I squeal, shocked by his brazenness. The man has no inhibitions, and little by little he’s stealing mine away.

“You got such a nice ass, baby. One day I’m going to fill that too.” My hole puckers at the thought. “Don’t worry. We’ll make sure you’re nice and ready for it. I’m going to stretch you out until you can take me, and then I’ll make you feel good.” He rubs my rosette, and I tense. A thrill goes through me at the taboo thought. My sex life until now was vanilla. I never could’ve predicted how much I’d enjoy this. “But not yet.” He kisses my ass once more.