I bite into the pillow, muffling the moan about to rip out of me as Beau spreads my ass cheeks and enters me without warning. Pleasure builds in my belly as he thrusts. How we ended up having sex again in Beau’s room is a mystery to me.
A gasp escapes my lips when he slaps my ass, digging his nails into my waist as he moves in and out of me. My legs are barely holding me up, vibrating with pleasure.
He drops down on my back and whispers into my ear, “Someone’s been a bad girl lately.” He slaps my ass again.
“What’s Daddy gonna do about it?” I rasp, breathless from the desire flowing through me.
Beau moves a hand to one of my breasts, cupping and squeezing it. “You’ll be punished.” He pulls my nipple before slapping my breast hard.
“Beau,” I moan, loving how rough he is.
He continues to slam into me, alternating between slapping my breasts and my ass. My release builds, but then it suddenly stops when Beau pulls out of me. My body gives a silent cry of desperation.
“Don’t worry, mon amour, I am far from done with you,” he says, before kissing my ass and whispering, “All mine.” Beau kisses both ass cheeks again before pulling my legs out from under me, making me fall on my face.
He grabs my waist, turning me around and making me face him. He lifts my legs and spreads them as wide as possible before entering back into me.
“Beau,” I gasp, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as I feel him deep inside me.
“Yes, baby,” he replies, staring intensely into my eyes as he fucks me. My legs burn as they hang in the air, but the pleasure in my core is far greater, and my release begins to form in the pit of my belly once more.
I try to drop my legs, but Beau slaps my breast, glaring at me. “Keep them up,” he commands. My nipples harden, loving the way he sounds.
I pout at him, and he smirks at me in return. Moving his finger to my clit, he rubs as he thrusts. Gripping the sheet, I arch my back. “Oh my God! Beau!”
Unable to hold my legs up any longer, I wrap them around Beau’s waist, and he lets me. Bending forward, he kisses my neck, sucking hard. I wrap my hand around his neck as he slams into me, increasing his pace. I reach my peak, and Beau lets me cum this time.
“Beau!” I scream, my legs vibrating around his waist as I squirt all over his sheets.
Beau stops kissing my neck and pulls my legs from around his waist. He turns me over, making me get on my knees before entering me again. He thrusts fast in and out of me, digging his nails into my waist.
“Beau,” I whimper. I haven’t even recovered from coming a second ago, and he already wants to give me another release? He grabs a fist full of my hair, pulling it. It isn’t painful, and my back arches in response. My core clenches around his length as he slams into me one last time before coming. Beau pulls my hair tighter, groaning as he fills my core with his cum. I can feel it, warm between my thighs.
Pulling out of me, he uses my hair to lift me and grips my chin, turning me to face him before smashing his lips against mine. I can taste myself on his tongue, and I wrap my hands around his neck, passing my hand through his soft curls. His hands go into my hair, and he pulls me closer, deepening the kiss. I moan against his lips, and Beau swallows it. He only releases me when we’re both struggling for breath.
“Are you okay for another round, mon amour?” Beau asks, and I look at him as if he has two heads. This man is going to be the death of me. I shake my head, absolutely not. He just took me in two different positions, in my core and in my ass. I don’t think I have the energy to go again before resting a little.
“Thought as much.” He pecks my forehead before laying down and pulling me into his arms. “Sleep,” he whispers softly.
I don’t wait to be told twice and close my eyes.
***
When I wake up the following morning, I immediately rush to the bathroom to empty my stomach again. Beau follows close behind and helps me hold my hair back.
“We are going to the hospital; you are not okay,” Beau says, helping me stand.
“I’m fine; my stomach is just not used to the food here.” I walk to the sink and rinse my mouth.
“No, you are not fine. I’ll ask my secretary to find the best hospital here.” Beau walks out of the bathroom, presumably to get his phone.
“There is no need.” I follow him out of the bathroom and try to stop him.
“Yes, there is. I’m taking you to the hospital. Get dressed,” Beau says, leaving no room for argument. I’ve never seen Beau like this before. He seems very worried about me.
As I stand in the middle of the room, I start thinking about how I can get out of this. I can’t go to the hospital. If my fears are real, then I’ll need some time to myself before telling him.
“Why aren’t you getting dressed?” Beau asks, pulling his pants up.
“I want to shower first. Can I?” Maybe he’ll take one after, and I can run away while he’s in there.
“Sure, that’s fine.” He takes off his pants and walks over to me, gripping my hand.
“I meant, shower alone,” I correct quickly. “Not together.”
“Not happening.” He pulls me toward the bathroom.
“I am not so weak that I can’t shower on my own.”
“I know, still not happening.”
My frustration grows. It’s like he knows I plan to run away while he’s distracted. “Please,” I try once more.
“No,” he replies. “The sooner we both get clean, then the faster we can visit the hospital and find out what’s wrong with you.” Beau puts his arms under my legs and lifts me off the ground, only placing me down once we reach the bathroom.
My brain races trying to figure out a way out of this. I’ll have to try and run while we’re getting ready after the shower. I must do everything possible to avoid going to the hospital with Beau.