Joker's Wild (Vegas Underground 5)

He moves quicker than I would think possible for such a big guy. One second I’m standing there, facing off to him, the next I’m over his shoulder being carried swiftly upstairs. His hand claps down on my ass. I kick my legs and squirm because resistance is part of my fantasy.

He brings me into his bedroom and kicks the door shut, then tosses me to the middle of the bed.

I’m out of breath, mostly excited, a little scared. So far he hasn’t hurt me, unless you count slapping my ass, which I don’t. Yeah, it still stings, but I remember from spankings as a kid, that will go away in less than a half hour.

I watch, fascinated, as he pulls off my shoes, then yanks my scrubs down my hips and off my legs.

I automatically move to tug my top off and toss it on the floor with the rest of my stuff. I may appear a little too eager. I haven’t had sex in over three years. I’m just thanking God I’m wearing matching bra and panties—a red satin and lace set that look great against my caramel skin.

“Cristo,” he mutters, eyes black, nostrils flaring. He stares at my body with hunger. “You always wear these sexy little lace numbers under your scrubs?” He climbs over me, pushing me to my back and pinning my wrists above my head. “It’s a good thing I didn’t know that when you were working at my ma’s.” He straddles my hips, the savage lines of his face hovering over mine.

“Now listen carefully, little girl. You got one chance to say no if you don’t want your punishment to involve me shoving my cock into one of your sexy-as-fuck holes.”

His words shock me and my body jerks beneath his, but it’s not with fear. It’s from a kick of lust.

Still, I’m a fighter. Always have to show resistance. I lick my lips. “What’s my punishment if I say no?”

He pulls back slightly and I’m almost sorry I asked. “I put my dick away, spank your ass some more and send you back to Gio’s room to do what you’re told.”

Do what I’m told. I’m sure on some level that offends me. It’s just not making it through to my brain at the moment.

“And if I say yes?”

A devilish glint lights up his eyes. “You’re gonna end up with me pounding into you until you’re good and sorry. And then I’ll spank your ass and send you back to Gio’s room to do what you’re told.”

I wriggle on the bed, rolling my hips beneath his, desperate for some friction on my clit. My entire body is lit up with need. Soaked with desire. “I’ll take the second option.” I hardly recognize my breathy voice.

His eyes gleam with what looks like satisfaction. “Yeah?”

“Do I get to pick which hole?”

His lips twist into a wicked smirk. “Oh no, baby.” He flips me over to my belly. “This is punishment. That means it’s my choice.”

Again, rockets of desire shoot through me. This is exactly what I wanted. The fodder of all my fantasies.

He unhooks my bra in the back and pulls it off me, then pulls my wrists behind my back and ties them with it. My panties come off next, and he pulls my hips up until I’m resting on my knees with my face and shoulders still mashed into the bedcovers. He runs a hand over my ass. “You look so good in my handprints.” He smacks my ass, then rubs. His fingers dip between my legs and he makes a rumble of satisfaction at what he finds there.

“Now tell me, baby.” He circles my clit. “What made you so wet? Your spanking? Or knowing you’re about to get fucked?” He slaps my pussy. “Or is being tied up and at my mercy?”

I don’t answer. I’m actually not sure I’m capable of speech. Plus, it seems like a rhetorical question.

It earns me a flurry of hard spanks. “I asked you a question, doll.”

“Ohh-oh,” I moan as he returns to rubbing my clit. He’s rougher this time and I’m already starting to get close to climax, just from a few spanks and rubs.

“Hmm?” He slaps me five times in the same exact spot and I yelp and list away.

“All of it,” I mumble into the covers.

“All of it,” he muses. “Let’s test that.” He starts spanking, hard and fast. Just spanking. No rubbing. No fondling. It gets intense and I start to twist and whimper a little.

He slaps between my legs.

I cry out.

He rubs over my slit. “Mmm. Yeah. Spanking definitely makes you wet, doesn’t it, doll?” He slaps my pussy again.

It feels so good—even though it startles me. Even though it stings and sends nervous flutters to my belly. I want more of it. Need more of it.