SEXT

It feels different now, the spanking making my skin sensitive as hell. His rough, strong hands working across the now-stinging skin makes it twice as sensitive, the pleasure even sharper in contrast to the pain before.

“Are you ready to obey me now?” he murmurs, and I turn my head to catch his eye, savoring the hungry, lustful glint I find there.

It turns me on so fucking much, to see how much he wants me. “Yes,” I whisper.

“Good.” He grins and stands, pulling me to my feet beside him. I don’t expect it so suddenly, and with all the different sensations still rushing through my body, it takes me a second to get steady on my feet. “Now drop those panties.”

I push them over my hips. Let them fall to the floor in a puddle.

He glances down at them, smirking. “Wet for me already, dirty girl?”

“What can I say?” I bat my eyes. “You know how to turn me on.”

He laughs again and spreads his arms wide. “Your turn,” he says, lifting his eyebrows, almost in a challenge. “Undress me.”

I pull his shirt off first. Then I have to pause, because the sight of these perfectly carved muscles up close is distracting as hell. I run my hands across his chest, and dip my head to kiss my way along his collarbone, while I trace my fingers along his abs, then slowly down the V that points directly to his groin.

“And try not to get too distracted along the way,” he adds with a smirk.

I grin back at him and undo the clasp of his jeans. I inch them down his thighs and take a second on the way down to the floor to eye his muscular legs. Damn, even his thighs and calves are toned as hell. He steps out of the jeans, casting them aside with the rest of our clothes, and I stand back up, only his boxers between us now. The cool air in his apartment feels even colder now, and I shiver a little, tightening my legs. My pussy is already so wet, so the chill isn’t helping. I want nothing more than to pull him against me, wrap myself in his warm body. But he’s watching me with that smirk still, his eyelids lowered, expression dangerous. He didn’t say I could touch him, not yet. Not aside from removing his clothes.

So, I hook the band of his boxers with one finger, and slowly, slowly tug those down next.

When his cock springs free, I can’t help but gasp in appreciation. God damn he is huge. And it looks so much thicker in person, so much more tantalizing—and somehow intimidating, all at the same time. Because hell, looking at him right now, I find myself wondering whether he really will fit or not.

Fuck if I don’t want to find out, though.

“Lie back,” he says, and he casts a glance at the couch beside us. I lift an eyebrow at him, still smiling. He just waits, patiently, until I obey.

I step back and start to bend over the couch, but he catches my shoulder. Slides a hand down across my chest to circle my nipple with his fingers.

“Not like that,” he says. “Lie backwards across it.”

I turn around slowly, eyes locked on his. Then I lean backward over the edge of the couch, until my head hits the pillows behind me and my legs are spread. The arm of the couch digs into my ass, pushes my hips straight up into the air.

Apparently that’s what he was going for.

Zayne kneels between my knees and grasps them in both hands. In one swift motion, he shoves my legs apart, baring me to the world. I shiver again, as the cool air of his apartment hits my wet, exposed pussy.

He smirks up at me. Fuck, the sight of him kneeling between my thighs is impossibly hot. He grins and purses his lips, blows gently right against my pussy lips. I shiver, unable to help myself, and dig my nails into my palms to distract from the intensity of the cold sensation.

He laughs softly, at the back of his throat. “Cold? Don’t worry. You won’t be for long.” He bends closer, licks the inside of my thigh, just inches away from my pussy. He’s so close to me that I can feel the graze of his stubble against my other thigh. “I can’t wait to taste you, Clove.”

I reach down to run my hands through his hair, my head falling back against the couch cushions. “Now you’re being the tease,” I point out, which elicits another laugh.

“Oh, definitely,” he agrees. “But I don’t hear you complaining.” He turns to lick the inside of my other thigh, and I shiver, my whole body going tight with desire. My clit feels like it’s on fire, like one straight lick from his tongue will send me rocketing toward an orgasm.