Carmen
Everything was a blur as he shifted his lips to my jaw before dragging his tongue across the seam of my mouth. When he slid the pads of his fingers down the back of my neck, tickling the skin on my back, a moan pushed up from the very depths of my being.
“Tell me what you want, Carmen.”
“I don’t… know.”
“I think you do,” he whispered, the tone full of lust and innuendo. “I know you do. Tell me everything your body requires.”
I swallowed, allowing the words to filter in my mind, trying desperately to turn off the intense yearning. But I couldn’t. Every part of me had betrayed the woman inside, peeling away at the mask I’d worn for so long. I was reeling, unable to think clearly as he continued trailing his fingers down my spine, shifting them under the hem of the beautiful nightgown. I’d never felt so sexy or desired, my mouth suddenly dry.
When he kissed me again, his lips exploring mine, the touch so gentle, I rose onto my tiptoes. The slight hint of his tongue in my mouth was enough to send a vibrant shower of electricity into every cell and muscle, further fueling a combustible fire.
“I will make your wildest fantasies come true. I will give you everything you need in your life,” he whispered before biting down on the base of my ear. “And I will make you beg for what you want.”
As he fisted my hair, yanking back my head, I fell into a sublime state. The feel of his teeth skating along my pulse of life gave me a series of shudders, my legs trembling. I was suddenly free, flying high as he growled like the true savage he was. I could no longer fight him, my body refusing to push the brutal beast away.
The feel of his massive hand caressing my bottom was more intimate than any act of sex. When he rolled the tip of a single finger up and down the crack of my ass, I leaned into him, grinding my hips. The way his cock throbbed, pushing against my belly drove me wild, a reminder that he was all male.
“You’re very disobedient.”
“Um…” What could I say?
“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, Carmen.”
“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.”