Chapter 19 #2
Without any warning, he drove the entire length into me. Was the man trying to prove me wrong? Whatever the case, I was stunned by how thick and hard he was, my muscles aching. Perhaps from the hard fucking we’d done a couple of days before.
I grabbed his arms, digging my fingernails into his skin. He was undaunted, pulling out and holding just the tip inside as he peered down at me.
“Are you going to obey those rules I mentioned?” he asked while shifting his hips back and forth. Did he not understand the friction he was causing? Did he not realize he was driving me crazy? Or did he simply not care?
“I don’t think so.”
He plunged into me again, both of us gasping for air from his sudden, forceful action. He repeated the move, leaving me breathless and aching. He knew exactly what he was doing to me, the gleam in his eye telling.
Damn him even more than before.
The way he was controlling me was so easy for him. He thrust hard and fast several times, the pleasure building until I could barely think straight. All the while with his intense control he didn’t blink even once. Perhaps he didn’t want to miss any moment of my full surrender.
With every brutal thrust, I responded like a drug addict needing a fix. I was absorbed in the sex, so much so I could no longer control my body. The betrayal was as frustrating as it was amazing.
All the while, he was loving every second of driving me insane. He pulled one leg over his shoulder, taking his time to develop yet another rhythm now that he acted as if he knew exactly what I needed at all times.
The fucking was hard, even savage and the way my body responded left me even more breathless than before. While he’d been somewhat unsure of what we were doing two nights ago, not any longer. He’d learned every nuance of my body and exactly what I craved.
So much so that the moment I closed my eyes, he smacked his hand on my bottom. The effect was jarring and wonderful, pushing gasps from my lips.
Axe was pleased with himself, cracking his palm on my bottom once again. The sting was hot and hard, creating even more wetness between my legs.
“This is what happens when naughty girls don’t understand their place and don’t follow the rules.”
“I think you mean a woman. Don’t you?” I pushed my hands against his chest, forcefully kneading his muscles. He seemed amused at what I was doing, his eyebrows arched in surprise.
Or perhaps appreciation.
“You like it when I’m rough with you,” he gritted out, although the sound was much more like an animal’s growl than a man in heat.
I could tell his condition was no better than mine, his desire keeping his jaw clenched and his muscles tense. I had to admit I did enjoy having such an effect on him.
“Not at all.”
“The little liar continues. I can see we’re going to need to work on that.”
His response was another even harder smack on my bottom. My skin was hot, the ache my pussy as intense as the pain shooting down the back of my leg.
He was slow and steady as he pushed his dick in and out, still stretching me. Bursts of electric sensations rolled through me, the current better than any firecracker.
I’d be damned if he didn’t wrap my other leg over his shoulder. I was now completely at his mercy, something he took full advantage of.
The spanking continued in inspired earnest, highlighting his agility by switching hands from time to time. My bottom was completely sore, the ache pushing straight into my pussy.
His hand came down in a relentless pattern as he fucked me.
I was wild with desire, clawing his arms as I struggled to gain some level of control with him.
The one thing that he would never allow me to have willingly.
He was intent on his actions, trying to break me of my rebellious streak. And I’d be damned if he wasn’t doing an excellent job of reducing me to a puddle of desire and heat.
He kept spanking while I writhed in his hold.
Panting.
Begging.
Crying.
Until I was left unable to control my actions in the least, which was exactly what he’d been going for.
The moment another orgasm swept through me, I was pushed into silence, shocked the wave was as powerful as it was. And that my body was still being played by a perfectionist.
When his actions suddenly stopped, I was thrown by the lack of pleasure and pain, the combination already irresistible. Exhausted, I lolled my head to the side, incapable of moving at all.
Meanwhile, he was still pulsing, his cock throbbing while my muscles continued to clench and release. I continued to tremble even when he pulled out. When I rolled over, so spent I could barely breathe, I thought his gentlemanly side would return and he’d allow me some rest.
I thought wrong.
Without any hesitation, he lifted me off the bed as if I weighed nothing, tossing me onto all fours. I was unable to move or to process his aggressive actions.
“What are you doing?” I managed.
How was it possible his chuckle was even darker? I was blown away by the feeling of his body against mine as he whispered in my ear. “I already told you we have all night and I’m just getting started. I suggest you relax because things are about to become… explosive.”
He rolled his fingers down my spine after he returned to his knees. Something inside of me told me I should crawl away, finding protection under the covers, but I had a feeling he wouldn’t allow that to happen.
I should always follow my instincts. Even as my body continued to hum with intense pleasure, he climbed off the bed.
Whatever he was doing, I wasn’t certain I cared. Oh, but I was wrong. So very wrong.
The brutal slap of his belt caught me completely off guard. I was thrown, no sound emitted. He repeated the action several times until I finally tried to crawl from the bed.
His laugh was deeper, darker as he wrapped his hand around my hair, using it as a tether to jerk me backward. As I’d suspected, I was going nowhere.
He brought the strap down at least four more times before he returned his cock to my wetness, the force used pitching me forward.
“I do love marking you. Beautiful. Even more perfect than before.”
There was a level of arrogance about him as he tossed the belt, but in a location on the bed where I’d be forced to look at it. There was no pretense to him taking command of every inch of my body, driving his thick cock deep into my pussy as he’d done before.
The hard shudder of every muscle was yet another betrayal. Another moment where he knew how much he was getting to me. The haze of pure euphoria lingered, the tingling sensations keeping me on cloud nine. He wasn’t gentle yet every stroke was practiced, nice and slow where he’d been crazed before.
There was a power in what he was doing, my required submission not only expected but almost anticipated. He was reveling in how he was unraveling me, also controlling my moments of satisfaction.
As much as I wanted to defy him, I found myself pushing back against his savage thrusts, smiling every time skin slapped against skin. That was a truly satisfying moment.
He cracked his hand against my bottom several times, chuckling in a dark and dangerous way.
Another one of his promises made that this thing we were doing, this incredible yet somewhat forbidden tryst would happen again.
And again.
Whenever he determined it necessary.
I bit back a cry, cinching my eyes closed as he continued fucking me. Four additional and even harder cracks of his palm sent radiant heat across my bottom and down my legs.
I’d be marked for days, something I could stare at in the mirror. The way he manipulated my body was artful, every smack and every plunge masterful.
My core throbbed, the nirvana from my orgasms still electrifying.
He wasn’t ready for this to be over, leaning over and nuzzling against my neck. The slip of his tongue into the shell of my ear brought another wave of tremors. His hot breath was the cause of every moan and when he bit my shoulder, I let out a stark, intense wail.
Every sound I made seemed to ignite him.
He twisted his hand around my hair, holding me in place with my face forward. There was something quite sinful about the position with no mistake of who was in charge.
And who I belonged to.
“So wet, Palomino Girl. You’ve soaked my cock.”
What was I supposed to say to that? Agree? Disagree? I did nothing more than bite down on my lower lip, nicking my tender flesh until I tasted blood.
Now, with his strokes long and steady, even rougher than before, I clawed the bedding, fighting to keep some sense of myself while he tried to fuck it out of me. He was right in that I was sweaty and sore. Memories of the delicious sex would linger long after the event was over.
He gripped my hips with one hand, yanking back my head with the other. While the pain was nothing in comparison to what I’d felt with the spanking, I was caught off guard anyway.
“Tell me I’m the only man for you.” His demand held nothing but possessiveness.
In my usual state of defiance, I laughed.
That brought another smack to my bottom. He wasn’t joking around.
“Tell me.” He pounded into me, rocking us both until the headboard slammed against the wall.
“No.”
Another brutal crack of his hand.
Another yelp.
Even more savage strokes. My pussy was drenched, so sore and with juice trickling down the insides of both thighs.
His laugh was positively demonic. “Tell. Me.”
There was something so cathartic about letting go around him, which was what he’d wanted.
Which was exactly what he’d demanded from the onset. And in the craziness of the moment, the way he was fucking me as if nothing else mattered. As if I was the only woman for him, I wanted nothing more than to be his.
Not just for now.
Not just for this week.
I bit back my answer, waiting to see what he’d do.
It was another surprise when he released my hair, lifting my legs off the bed. The change didn’t alter his perfect rhythm, the tip of his swollen cock hitting that perfect spot inside, the one few women are lucky enough to have a man hit.
My G-spot. I honestly hadn’t thought it existed. A myth.
But my mouth was hanging open, stars in front of my eyes and in a few seconds, I was driven straight into another climax.
“Tell. Me!” His deep voice penetrated an entirely different portion of my mind.
As the orgasm swept through me, I lost everything. All sense of knowing. All understanding of time or space. I was doing nothing more than floating free while submitting totally and completely to this man. “You. I only want you.”
“Then tell me what you want.”
That was easy. “Just fuck me.”
So he did, long and brutal strokes that seemed to go on forever.
The sounds he made were guttural, an animal in the wild and the noise was everything that kept the fire ignited deep within.
I knew exactly the moment when he couldn’t hold back any longer, finally able to satisfy his needs where he’d spent time on mine. As a reward, I clenched my pussy muscles, savoring the single, powerful roar as he came, filling me with his seed.