Chapter Eight #2
“Sass all you want, Angel.” He moved closer, and suddenly, the room seemed much smaller. “But we both know what you really want to do with that smart mouth of yours.”
Her body temperature shot up about twenty degrees. How did he manage to make even cheesy dialogue sound like audio porn?
“Now,” he continued, circling her slowly, “should we discuss how wet you got watching me scene? How your breath caught with every stroke? Or should we skip straight to finding out if you’re as responsive under my hands as you were to watching them?”
“I... um...” Words, what were words? Language seemed to have evacuated her brain, leaving behind only the ability to make embarrassing little whimpering sounds.
“What happened to that brat from earlier?” His fingers traced her collarbone, leaving fire in their wake. “Cat got your tongue?”
“No,” she managed, “but a demon Dom might be about to.”
A smile brightened his face. “Strip.” The command rumbled through the room.
Xia’s fingers moved to the shirt buttons before her brain could form a coherent protest. So much for playing hard to get since her body was apparently signing up for over-easy.
His eyes tracked every revealed inch of skin like a starving man eyeing a feast. The intensity of his gaze left trails of heat that had nothing to do with the room’s temperature.
When she hesitated at her underwear, white cotton and lace that definitely hadn’t been chosen with this scenario in mind, his expression darkened.
“Everything.”
The word carried enough dominant energy to make her inner submissive swoon. The rest of her was too busy trying to remember how breathing worked as she shed the last barriers.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, circling her again.
His gaze traced her curves with such intensity, goosebumps rose on her flesh.
Unlike the judgmental stares she’d endured her entire life, Rex’s eyes held appreciation for every soft line of her body.
The way he looked at her fuller hips and rounded stomach made her feel like a goddess rather than someone who should hide under baggy clothes.
“Hmm... perfection.”
Warmth bloomed across her skin as his heated gaze lingered on the swell of her breasts and the dip of her waist. Her heart thundered against her ribs, and her breath caught as his eyes darkened with unmistakable desire.
She had never felt as beautiful or desirable as at that moment, watching his pupils dilate and his jaw tighten as he took in every inch of her curves.
For the first time in her life, her body felt like an asset rather than a liability—something to be celebrated rather than concealed.
Her nipples tightened, and heat pooled low in her belly as the raw hunger in his expression sent delicious shivers down her spine. This powerful Dominant looked at her like she was a feast he couldn’t wait to devour.
“You are indeed a deliciously beautiful morsel, my pet, but I think you need a reminder of who’s in charge here after that little display of defiance earlier.”
His hand on her lower back guided her toward the leather spanking bench. “Bend over.”
“I wasn’t defiant,” she protested weakly, even as she assumed the position. “I was... professionally skeptical.”
The first smack of his bare hand against her ass caught her off guard, sending sparks of pleasure-pain racing through her body.
“Hmm... is that what we’re calling it?”
Another strike, harder this time. Her gasp echoed in the room.
“Count them, subbie.”
“One... two...” Each impact sent waves of heat through her core, building a desperate ache between her thighs. By five, she was squirming. By eight, she was whimpering. At ten, she broke. It was the first time a spanking had such a profound effect on her, arousing her to the point of desperation.
“Please,” she gasped, past caring about pride or pretense.
“Please, what?” Silk over steel, that’s what he sounded like, and lust flooded her veins.
“Please... I need...”
His hand smoothed over her heated flesh. “What do you need, Angel?”
“You. Inside me. Now.” She pushed back against his touch. “Please, Master R.”
His chuckle rang with wicked promise. “Since you asked so nicely...”
Turning her to face him, his hands slid up her sides in a touch that ignited trails of fire across her skin. One hand fisted in her hair, pulling her head back to expose her throat, while the other cupped her breast.
“Ohh,” she moaned as he grazed a thumb across the sensitive peak.
“So responsive,” he murmured against her neck while nibbling the sensitive spot below her ear. “Every touch, every breath makes you shiver.”
Xia could barely form coherent thoughts as his skilled fingers played her body like an instrument. Her snarky internal dialogue had dissolved into a stream of please and yes and more.
“Ohh, yes,” she purred, arching into him as his mouth replaced his fingers. The dual sensation of his hot mouth and the slight scrape of teeth sent jolts of pleasure straight to her core. She clutched his shoulders, torn between pulling him closer and pushing away from the overwhelming sensation.
The interplay between them grew more intense as Rex skillfully alternated between gentle touches and firmer control. His dominant nature blended perfectly with his ability to read her responses, creating a passionate dance of pleasure and submission.
“Turn around and place your hands on the post.”
The command was rough, thick with hunger.
Xia’s pulse stuttered as her usual wit abandoned her, replaced by pure sensation.
She obeyed without hesitation. With her fingers curling around the cool metal, she arched her back, offering herself to him.
The moment her palms pressed against the post, he was there—his chest a solid wall of heat against her back, and his breath hot against the shell of her ear.
“Such beauty... every inch of you leaves me breathless, Angel. So soft and inviting... the perfect cushion for my hardness.”
Xia basked in his praise. No one had ever referred to her chubby body as a perfect cushion. For the first time ever, a man made her feel beautiful and flawless.
One hand remained at her breast as his fingers rolled her nipple between them with maddening precision—pinching just hard enough to make her gasp, then soothing the sting with slow, circling strokes.
The other hand slid lower, tracing the dip of her waist before slipping between her thighs.
She shuddered as his fingers found her, already slick with need.
Her thighs trembled as he teased her entrance.
“You’re so wet for me,” he said in a dark purr. “Already dripping, aren’t you?”
She couldn’t answer—not with words. All she could manage was a broken whimper as his fingers finally pushed inside her, curling against that sensitive spot deep within.
Two fingers, then three, stretching her, filling her in slow, deliberate thrusts that had her hips rocking back against his hand, chasing more.
His thumb pressed against her clit, rubbing in tight, relentless circles.
“Oh!” Xia’s breath hitched as her body coiled tight. “Please...” she whimpered in a raw, desperate voice. “I need—”
“I know exactly what you need,” he growled as he brushed his lips over the curve of her neck.
In this intimate moment, Rex’s dominance merged perfectly with passionate intensity.
His skilled touch drew increasingly desperate responses from Xia while maintaining the perfect balance between control and pleasure.
Withdrawing his fingers, he left her feeling empty and aching, but before she could protest, he knelt behind her. Roughly gripping her hips, he pulled her back against his mouth and dragged his tongue through her folds in one long, slow lick.
“Oh, sweet bear balls!” Xia’s nails gouged into the post as Rex’s mouth crashed over her, his tongue a live wire against her clit—licking, lashing, devouring her like she was the last meal on earth.
A rough, hungry sound tore from his throat.
The next moment, he was there, tongue spearing inside her, fucking her in slow, obscene strokes that made her entire body shudder.
She could feel the vibration of his groan against her skin as his fingers dug into her hips hard enough to bruise, and god, the way he growled her name when she arched into him—like she was the only thing keeping him from drowning.
Her legs shook, but she didn’t care. She rode him.
Pressed herself against his face, grinding down on that wicked mouth, chasing the heat building low in her gut.
His tongue curled inside her as his lips sealed around her clit, sucking just hard enough to make her vision whiteout.
She was soaked, aching, needy—and the bastard knew it. He knew exactly how to make her beg.
And she did.
“I need to come! Please, Master R. Make me come,” she begged as he brought her to the edge—once, twice—only to pull back just as she was about to shatter, leaving her swollen and throbbing.
“Not yet,” he murmured as he rose behind her. After a brief delay as he took care of protection, he pressed his thick and heavy cock against her ass. “You’ll come when I’m inside you.”
“Hurry, please,” she whimpered. Her body had turned into a live wire of need.
A thin layer of sweat covering her skin glistened under the lights.
Every inch of her was flushed and sensitive to the shift of air.
She moaned as he anchored himself by gripping her shoulders before pressing the head of his cock against her entrance.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” she moaned loudly. The first push was slow, deliberate—just the tip breaching her, stretching her open. She gasped and clawed at the post.
“Fuck, you take me so well,” he groaned with a strained voice. He sank deeper, inch by torturous inch, until he filled her completely.