“You know you need harsh discipline.”
“I’m a good girl.”
He laughed softly as he slipped the same finger into the cleft of my ass, the tip finding my darkened hole. “Tell me what you need.”
The thrill of his touch, the realization that I craved everything this man could give me was insane. “I need…” My words died off as he slid his finger inside. I gasped, holding my breath as he pumped his finger in and out. The pain was brief, the deliciousness of something so sinful sending the wave of current into hyper-drive. I was so alive. I was free.
I was his.
His woman.
His possession.
His…
Wife. The thought was terrifying, the expectations almost too much to bear. When he removed his finger, I whimpered like a child, clinging to him in a way that suggested I wanted more. The first hard smack was arousing, and I arched my back, taking swallow breaths.
“Tell me what you need, Valencia.”
“You.” I knew what he wanted to hear, what he expected. I was so ashamed how crazed I felt, my blood coursing in near violent waves through my veins. “Okay? I want you. I have no idea why. I want nothing more than to simply hate you. I just can’t.” I swallowed hard, trying to break the connection.
“Not good enough,” he whispered in my ear, smacking my bottom twice more, the slight pain only further fueling the intensity of the darkness exploding from deep within.
My entire body became electrified, as if his utter domination was a powerful aphrodisiac. A swell of desire burst from the very depth of my being, allowing the words to explode. “Fuck me. Use me. Whip me.”
He nipped my earlobe two additional times, his deep guttural sounds more like a beast than a man. God, I wanted his thick cock buried in my pussy, driving me to new heights of pleasure. I craved having his shaft thrusting into my asshole brutally, filling me. I wanted his hand smacking my bottom, reminding me that I was nothing more than a disobedient little girl.
I wanted his control.
I longed for his domination.
While the thought was riveting, my entire world was caving in.
After issuing several additional hard spanks, he ran the tip of his index finger across my forehead then down the bridge of my nose, encircling my lips. I remained still as he continued his exploration, dancing the tips of all five fingers over my breasts then down my stomach. I was shocked at his level of vehemence as he jerked off the lovely nightgown, exposing every inch of my naked body.
“So damn beautiful,” he muttered, tossing the unwanted material onto the coffee table.
The look on his face was carnivorous as he lifted me off my feet, taking long strides until he was able to ease down onto the couch. I straddled his legs as he slid his hand along my spine before gripping the back of my neck, a man capturing his possession.
I shuddered as I shifted up and down, rocking his body. The feel of his throbbing cloth-covered cock against my slickened pussy was absolutely sinful. Delicious. I placed my forearms over his shoulders, intertwining my fingers together as I undulated my hips. The scent of our combined desire was breath stealing, the musky aroma even more penetrating than before.
His upper lip curled, the growl pushing past his taut lips primal. I could tell what my teasing was doing to him.
“Be careful, little girl,” he warned, his voice almost inaudible.
“Or what?”
“Or you won’t be able to sit for a week.”
“Hmmm,” I huffed and eased my fingers down his chest, marveling in the way his muscles rippled even under the material. I slowly unbuttoned his shirt, able to lean down and blow hot air across his skin.
Miguel threw his head back, moaning several times. “Damn, woman.”
I eased back until I was able to slide my hands down to his belt, slowly unfastening the buckle. He finally tilted his head, watching every move I made as I struggled to unfasten his pants, tugging at the zipper. His laugh was sensuous, his dancing eyes illuminated by the slender moon. For some reason, his irises were shimmering, drawing me through a crack in his armor and into his very soul.
His darkened and haunted soul.
He trusted no one, including me, his world full of utter organization, a complete requirement. If anything within his regime was altered, he became unraveled, as if the control was the only thing he could count on.
I’d tossed a wrench into his pristine setting, forcing him to unravel if only for a few precious seconds. And now, his method of regaining power was my absolute obedience.
And devotion.
Another growl permeated the room the second I wrapped my hand around his thick shaft, twisting my fingers until the friction created additional sparks between us.
“Jesus,” he snarled, taking several scattered deep breaths before cupping my breast and rolling my nipples between his fingers. He chuckled darkly as he pinched and twisted both, kneading the roundness with his hands.
“Mmm…” I lolled my head as the rocket fuel increased, sending a shower of vibrant and stunning colors splashing in front of my eyes. The rainbow effect pulsed, matching the rapid beating of my heart. I stroked up and down his cock, squeezing the tip then repeating the move over and over again. Only when the drops of pre-cum slipped from his sensitive slit did I stop, dragging the tip of my finger through his delicious seed.
My eyes were hazy as I slipped my finger into my mouth, making exaggerated sucking noises. That was all he could stand, his fingers digging into my hips, lifting them, pushing the tip of his cock past my engorged folds and into my dark wetness.
I rolled my fingertip around his lips, pushing it just inside his hot, wet mouth the second before he yanked me down. The sound of skin slapping against skin permeated the air, mixing with the wild moan that escaped my mouth.
He was so thick, so damn hard that my muscles constricted immediately, my pussy clamping down like a tight vise. Damn, the man was huge, filling me completely.
“Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh…” I clung to him, my entire body quivering as he forced me to ride him like a wild stallion, my breasts jiggling from the raw intensity.
“So tight, little girl. So wet.” His hoarse whisper was sweet and passionate music floating above the clouds. I could listen to the man talk for days.