Chapter 14 #2
“Are you ready to have a civilized conversation?” he asked in his deepest, huskiest voice. The man was as aroused as I’d become.
“Just stop.” I hated the sound of my voice, as if I was a weakling. And I wasn’t. Yet I’d never been spanked by anyone before him.
“I’ll take that as a no.” He brought the belt down four more times.
My butt was on fire, red and raw, yet the agony was nothing like the rush of endorphins or the constant cinching of my pussy muscles.
He took a deep breath, stopping long enough to brush the rough pads of his fingers from one side of my bottom to the other.
When he took the time to roll a single fingertip down the crack of my ass, I flinched.
As usual, not from fear or even hatred, but because every touch ignited another fire deep within.
I was dripping wet, which he knew the moment he pressed his hand between my legs, swirling the same finger around my clit. The moment was embarrassing, the heat cresting on my face as intense as the sizzle on my bottom.
His breathing labored, he flicked his finger back and forth until the tiny nub was engorged and sensitive. “You’re very wet for me, Fallon.”
“No. Never.”
“Why lie to yourself and to me?” He continued tormenting me and only seconds later, I realized I was humping his hand. Every rocking move allowed me to undulate across his thick, hard cock. He was throbbing as much as my pussy, the buzz of electricity crackling.
He thrust his fingers past my swollen folds and another more ragged moan escaped my lips. I was tossed into a moment of rapture, hating myself the entire time. How had my disgust for him shifted so quickly into something else?
The combined rhythm he used was incredible, slow then fast, curling his fingers until he hit my G-spot. I couldn’t breathe enough oxygen to fill my lungs. The lingering stinging sensations were nothing in comparison to the incredible pleasure as my pussy pulsed continuously.
As I bucked against him, he chuckled as if he knew he was breaking down my defenses. I closed my eyes, fighting the sensations, yet there was no turning back. He knew my body.
He knew exactly how to play me like an instrument. And he did so brilliantly. Within seconds, a climax rushed through me. I clamped my fingers around his leg, digging my nails in as the orgasm pivoted from a joyful moment into an intense wave. Electric sensations prickled every inch of skin.
“Oh…” I couldn’t articulate a single word as stars floated across my eyes. He was unraveling all of me, exposing not only my weaknesses, but the woman who’d hungered for a firm hand. Was that really the truth? Did I crave for a man to dominate me, to do with me what he wanted?
The answer was in the forefront of my mind, but I shut it down.
When the high slowly began to crash, he removed his fingers, patting my bottom with the palm of his hand.
“What do you want from me, Fallon? What will it take for you to trust me?”
I was still taking scattered breaths when he pulled me onto his lap. The simple act was even more sinful than the spanking or the brutal fucking from only hours before.
With the sun cresting over the horizon, I almost laughed since I’d intended on killing the man. Not fucking him.
Or him fucking me.
But that’s all I could think about. Not driving a knife into his heart or blowing his brains out with his dangerous-looking Sig Sauer, but fucking him. The longing was so overwhelming that I couldn’t hold back my words or the almost desperate need that had overrun my senses.
“Fuck me,” I whispered.
While his eyes opened wider, allowing me to see an incredible glow from the sun, I could tell he wasn’t surprised. He thought he knew me so well. He didn’t.
Well, maybe with the art of seduction.
“Is that what you really want, Fallon? To have my cock buried deep inside of you?”
“Yes. Please.”
After tossing the belt, he took a deep breath and the next second, my dress was ripped off and tossed aside. He didn’t bother unbuttoning his shirt, ripping the buttons off as he jerked it open. The moment he exposed his chest, wild horses couldn’t stop the gasp thrusting from my mouth.
I’d known the man was a creature of beauty, a godlike being that emulated perfection in the most perilous of ways. But to see his barrel chest and carved six-pack abs literally took my breath away.
My mouth watered annoyingly from the sight of him and I could tell by his smirk and the twinkle in his eyes he knew exactly what I was thinking.
And craving.
Unable to stop my heated actions, I rubbed my hands against his chest, marveling in the tingling sensations jetting down both arms.
“Do you see something you crave, my little Fallon?”
“Oh, God, yes.” The words left my mouth before I could stop them.
He wasn’t interested in playing games. I could tell by the serious look in his eyes. He lifted me off his lap, tossing me into the center of the bed, and wasted no time removing the remainder of his clothes.
The man wasn’t just perfectly built, he was the mold other men should be made from. Tall, dark, and handsome couldn’t begin to describe his insanely handsome structure. Every sound I made was in appreciation of his magnificent body.
His eyes remained dark as they roamed my body.
“Spread your legs for me, Fallon,” he instructed.
“What if I don’t?”
“I think you know the answer to that. Don’t make me ask you again.”
My legs were already bent at the knee, another wave of embarrassment sliding through me. With my body tensing, I took several deep breaths and opened my legs, allowing him a bird’s-eye view of my pussy.
His upper lip curled and he issued a long and deep growl.
I threw my head back, doing everything I could to gain control of my emotions, but I was a wreck as I’d been from the moment I’d laid eyes on him. Why did he have such a powerful effect on me?
“Moan for me, Fallon. I need to hear just how much you want me.” He remained standing, rubbing his flexed hands down his chest.
There was no denying the man. The sounds I issued were soft at first, yet as soon as he walked closer, I couldn’t hold back any longer.
Basking in his gorgeous physique wasn’t complete without gazing on his long, hard, thick and throbbing cock.
Talk about a thing of beauty. His shaft was a masterpiece.
“Who do you belong to, Fallon?”
Was he being serious? Fine. I’d play along. We both knew this was nothing but his kind of foreplay. “To you. One big, bad man.”
He dropped to his knees, immediately jerking me to the edge of the bed. After he opened my legs as wide as possible, he pressed my knees to the comforter.
I threw my hand over my face as he immediately buried his entire face in my pussy.
Every nerve was more alive than before, my heart thudding rapidly against my chest. Forget about breathing, I was barely conscious as a moment of pure rapture tore through me.
He dragged his tongue up and down my pussy as he continued growling. The sound was exquisite just like the man. I’d so wanted to hate him, but at this point, all I could think about was how insanely amazing it felt to be feasted on by the man.
He wasn’t gentle, driving several fingers inside my tight channel as he’d done before. When he flicked his tongue across my clit, I jerked up from the bed, gasping far too loudly. Someone would hear us.
The thought was amusing, so much so I thumped back on the bed. As if he’d care if anyone heard our act of fornication. If they did and interrupted, I had a feeling Navarro would cut their hearts out with a dull spoon.
I tossed my head from side to side, still bucking against him, trying desperately to touch him. He was having none of it, tossing my hands aside and providing a stern look. I guess I was being a very bad girl. With him, that’s what I wanted to be. How strange. How ridiculous.
How incredible.
“Who owns you?” he roared, the sound floating all the way to the ceiling.
“You do.” There was no hesitation and as soon as I provided what he wanted to hear, he licked me even more furiously than before.
He brought me so close to an orgasm then pulled back, rolling his lips against one inner thigh and the other.
The way he was swirling the tip of his finger around my clit was mind blowing.
Yet when he pulled the tender tissue into his mouth and sucked, I lost it.
There was no chance of holding back, elongating the extreme pleasure.
“Oh. My. God.” I reared up, smiling as another series of stars floated in front of my eyes. I couldn’t catch my breath. I couldn’t think, the rapture that extreme.
His growls were pronounced, no longer sounding human. Instead, a beast in the wild. The thought kept the climax rolling.
The man wasn’t finished tormenting me, driving both his tongue and several fingers deep inside my pussy.
I clutched the bedding, bucking my hips off the bed as he continued feasting.
The thought that I was allowing the powerful yet damning enemy to lick me raw was insane.
But the intensity of the moment was far too deep to push aside.
Only when I succumbed to another orgasm did he lift his head and in the haze of my unfocused vision, I noticed a glint that continued to grow stronger.
The man truly believed he had full control over me. Little did he know I could break free of his mystical spell anytime I wanted.
Seconds later, I lounged in a sea of ecstasy, keeping my head lolled to the side as tingles flooded my system. No other man had made me feel so relaxed, so in tune with the ecstasy accompanying such an amazing experience as Navarro.
I could tell in fleeting glances by the way he was looking at me he’d added another notch to his mental bedpost. Fuck him. He wasn’t going to unnerve me even with raucous acts of filth. I pressed my hand to my mouth to keep from moaning.
With a single possessive look, he rolled me over, yanking me onto my hands and knees. It was obvious he was finished with any concept of foreplay. He wound his hand around my long strands of hair, yanking back my head as he plunged the entire length of his cock inside.
“Fuck,” I hissed, unprepared for the roughness, yet the second he was inside, explosions of vibrations skittered all the way to my toes. The feel of having him inside of me was indescribable, the kind of pleasure and moment that rarely if ever occurred.
Certainly not with this girl.
He was undoing me, issuing two hard slaps across my backside before pulling out and driving into me again. How could anything so innately wrong feel so incredible? All I could do was moan as he drove harder and faster into me, stirring up emotions along the way.
His actions became even rougher, pushing my sanity and my body closer to the covers. I pushed up on my arms, but there was little I could do to take any amount of control.
As of this moment, he owned me. Body and soul.