Beg for It (Pact of Seduction 2)
Using a crisscross motion, he fitted the silk around her until her breasts were supported and her torso was covered, with thin areas of her skin showing. The last of the silk enclosed over her hips, where he tied a knot at the back, fastening it tight.
He returned to her front, and his gaze zoned in on her breasts accentuated by the silk, and burned a trail of hot passion down her stomach. “You're lovely presented this way.” He finally glanced back up at her eyes, his expression curious and probing, and the side of his mouth quirked. “Describe how this feels for you."
No one had ever looked at her as he did—pride, adoration, and wicked intent. She gulped to find her voice and considered how the smooth fabric held her. “Like I'm being hugged by soft hands."
He inclined his head, seemingly pleased that she understood his intent. “You presented like this makes me want to lay you out, spread you wide, and fuck you.” He lifted an eyebrow. “Something you might want to remember for the future."
Future?
How to read that? Did he mean future as in tonight, or that he wanted more from her as in a relationship? Her heart pitter-pattered at the latter.
"Have you ever been spanked, Bella?"
His commanding tone dragged her from her thoughts, and he grinned at her. “I've made your thighs and hips a lovely color, but I'm fixing to make that ass rosy."
"No, Sir.” And why did the thought of being spanked tip her arousal into full gear?
Stepping in beside her, he slapped her ass while he sank his fingers into her hair and pulled her head to the side. “Yes, that's a lovely shade on you.” She exhaled, low and deep as her ass burned.
"Thank you, Sir.” Instinctively, she shut her legs reacting to the sting that wouldn't go away.
"Legs out."
The barked order made her widen her stance, and he issued another blow to her bottom.
"I don't intend to treat you like a princess, Bella.” Smack. “I intend for you to earn that sort of treatment by giving me your submission.” Another hard hit stung her ass cheek, leaving her bottom to burn.
She gasped, desperately trying not to move, but each hit was fierce, and pain flooded her. But oh shit...so did pleasure, right into her pussy. “I like it, Sir."
"Of course you do.” He chuckled. “I also know that you grow tired of everyone bowing to you.” He latched on to a nipple, tweaked the bud and pinched it.
Gasping from the sharp pain, she attempted to move away, but his hold on her hair pinned her. “Ouch."
"Don't move, sweetheart. I like you right here.” He gripped her breast and squeezed; then he released it to issue the same attention along the other nipple.
Gritting her teeth, she groaned against the sensation, all the while wanting to arch her back and beg for more.
"You have beautiful tits.” He slapped each one, then smacked her ass and massaged her bottom. “And a spectacular ass."
"Thank you, Sir,” she managed.
Keeping his grip on her hair, he stepped in behind her. “Your body tempts me.” He rubbed the plump part of her ass before issuing another hit. “Makes me crave to add color to it.” He slapped again, harder this time. “In fact, so much so, I'm enticed to put you on your knees, slam my cock into that slick, sweet pussy, and get a better view of your ass while I take my pleasures."
She squirmed and tried to avoid his hits, fighting all the while to stand still as he issued hit after hit. Each flat-handed smack on her ass caused more pain than the one before. But hot damn, she relished the sensation, and the way he spoke to her so roughly only increased her arousal.
"So rosy.” His voice dipped low. “Fucking sexy."
Smack.
Burn.
Whack.
Her nerve endings awakened and became responsive to each hit, more aroused than ever. Kole didn't bring sensations forth; he demanded them with the hard blows, and her body rose to his claim. Overwhelming her. Making her crazed with need.
He rubbed her bottom with his palm in soft circles and pressed his hard cock against her thigh. “Be proud of how much I want you. Hard as steel, yes?"
"Yes, Sir, I'm proud.” Weak-kneed too.