Remington (The Theriot Family 1)

“When you… said you would punish me I… I imagined this, and…”

I slapped his ass with my hand. “I told you to tell me everything, and I meant it.”

“I wondered if I would like it. I wondered how it would feel. I wanted… I wanted you to spank me.”

I used my hand to smack his ass again and again until he was whimpering and begging for me to stop. His ass was so red, so hot. I pulled his cheeks apart and bent, running my tongue over his hole. He cried out then just like he had from the pain.

I blew warm breath up and down his crack, making him shiver. “Don’t come.”

“Please. Please I can’t. It’s too much.”

“You should have thought of that before you broke into my office.”

“Sorry. I’m so sorry. Please.”

I spanked him again before opening his ass so I could give him my tongue, pushing it in deep. He pushed back against me, trying to get more, but I held him still, tormenting and tasting him until I was so hard I had to have him.

He was sobbing now, desperate to come. I circled his cock with my hand, giving him light, teasing strokes. Precum ran freely from his slit. I squeezed the base, holding him back as I bent over him and whispered in his ear. “I’m going to fuck you now, and you’re still not going to come until I tell you to.”

He sobbed harder, muttering nonsense words, but I knew he was begging me to let him give into his need. I wouldn’t. I was going to draw this out as long as I could.

I let go of him and reached for the lube. Then I slicked myself up, knelt behind him, and traced his crack with the tip of my cock, teasing him as I squeezed his sore ass cheeks. His struggles only made me grip him harder, and the sound he made as I pushed my dick inside him was hypnotizing. Pain and pleasure were so exquisitely mixed in what was neither a scream nor a groan but something primal I felt all the way to my core.

26

Henri

I no longer knew if I wanted to fight Remington or submit utterly to what he was doing. I couldn’t tell the difference between pain and ecstasy anymore. My ass throbbed from the spanking, and his rough thrusts made me burn, but I was so needy, so ready to come. The sound of his rough breathing, the knowledge of how turned on he was, how much he needed to control me was intoxicating.

I wouldn’t have stopped him if I could. I wanted every minute of it. I wanted to know how far he would go, how severe my punishment would be.

Would he let me come soon? Would I survive if he didn’t?

He drove into me without mercy, pressing against my ass, but the pain diminished the longer he was inside me, and it was all I could do to hold back. “Close. I’m so close.”

“No,” he growled. “Not until I say. I own your body. I choose what happens to it.”

Jesus, why was that so hot? I didn’t really want to lose control of myself like that, did I? I’d fought so long and so hard. I’d taken care of my mother, and I’d tried to take care of all the debt I was left with. I’d refused help from anyone until I was so desperate I’d taken my cousin up on his offer, but was I really in control of myself out there on the street? At least with Remington I was making a conscious choice to give myself to him, and he could’ve done so much worse than edge me until I was nearly out of my mind.

He seized hold of my hips, his grip so tight it hurt. He tilted them, changing the angle so his cock pressed on my prostate with every stroke. I cried out, begging and writhing. I wasn’t fighting him now. I was fighting for more. I drove my hips back, needing him all the way inside. He fucked me so hard I had to grip the sheet to keep from sliding.

Then he said the words I was desperate for. “I want you to come now. Don’t touch yourself. Just let go and let me feel how much you need this.”

It took only seconds. I stopped fighting, and suddenly I was overtaken. The force of my release was painful. I cried out, snapping my hips as my ass clamped tightly around his cock. He groaned and wrapped his hands around my chest, pulling me up until I was sitting over his legs. He kept lifting his hips, driving into me. I wondered if my orgasm would ever stop as I felt the heat of his cum inside me. It was too much. I cried his name, and the world went dark.