Beyond the Dark (Red 3)

“Did you see the way everyone looked at you, Red?”

“No.”

“They were devouring you with their eyes, princess. Each of those wolves wanted to be the one who got to fuck you tonight, but you’re all mine. Tonight, you’re mine.”

Then he releases my hair and brings his hand down on my bottom at the same time. A loud crack fills the air and for a second, what’s happening doesn’t register with my brain. Then everything hits me at once: the sound, the pain, the pressure. The feeling of being swatted on the ass completely overwhelms me and I gasp.

“That’s just the first one, baby,” Nash says, and he spanks me again. He hits me in a different spot this time, on the other cheek, and once more, I find myself breathless from the impact.

The fire burns in my bottom, and I bite my bottom lip, but something happens as the warmth begins to spread in my backside. Nash begins to rub each cheek gently, and as he does, the heat grows, rises, and moves to my pussy.

My clit begins to throb as I wiggle on his lap, trying to get more friction, trying to reach that unattainable goal. He chuckles and holds me by the hips, effectively forcing me to stay still.

“Not just yet, sweetheart. Not just yet. Be good for me. Take your spanking like a good girl,” he says.

“I thought I was a bad girl,” I say, but I instantly wish I’d kept my mouth shut instead of being bratty.

“Oh, darling, if you want to be a bad girl, I can play that way, too.”

This time, he spanks me hard and fast, not giving me breaks or little rubs between swats. I manage to count four before I lose track of how many times he’s spanked me, and my eyes begin to swarm with tears. They roll down my cheeks, but I’m not afraid.

Nash has me. He has me and he’s not going to let anything happen to me and in this moment, even through the pain, I know he’s in control of me, and my body, and everything that’s going to happen. I know he’s taking care of everything and right now, just right now, I don’t have to worry about a fucking thing.

I am safe.

I am cared for.

I am so very loved.

“That’s it, baby,” he says, running his hand through my hair. He traces my spine and cups my sore bottom, gently massaging me. “You did so great,” Nash murmurs. “I’d say that deserves a reward. What do you think of that, darling?”

I say something, but I’m not sure what. I think I say yes, but maybe I just nod. Maybe I just mumble. I don’t know. At this point, I’m too far gone, too far lost in the feelings and emotions Nash has managed to yank from my chest today. I’m too lost.

Gently, he pushes my legs apart.

“Look at this perfect little pussy,” he says. He runs a finger through my folds and I start to shake. I want more. I want so much more. I want him to touch my clit. I want him to rub me, to touch me, to make me explode right here on his lap. I want him to make me scream his name. I want everything from him.

“Nash,” I manage to say.

“You like this, sweetheart?”

“Yes.” Fuck, yes. Oh, yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.

“I’m going to make you come, Red. I’m going to make you come for me. I’m going to make you say my name until it’s branded on your lips, until there’s no one for you but me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Nash.”

/> I don’t know how I manage to speak because he starts rubbing my clit, as promised, and it doesn’t take much to send me over the edge.

In less than a minute, I’m fisting the blanket in front of me, writhing in sweet passion as I come. I explode. I feel like my heart stops beating as I completely lose myself in this moment. It doesn’t matter because Nash is right here to take care of me. He’s right here with me. He’s here.

When I open my eyes again, I’m on my back. I’m in the center of the bed and Nash is in front of me.

“Baby, you look gorgeous when you come,” he says. Then, before I can say another word, he thrusts into me. I open my mouth as he fills me, but no sound comes out. I don’t think I can say anything else. I don’t think I have any more words in me to say.

Nash raises my legs so they’re over his shoulders. I’m practically bent in half, but I don’t even care. I just want him to keep going. I just want him to keep doing what he’s doing. I just don’t want him to ever stop because I can’t imagine a life without him in it.

I can’t imagine my life without Nash.