Chapter 32 #2
Luka doesn’t miss a beat, before he’s pulling my shirt over my head, his hands roaming over my skin like he’s trying to touch me everywhere all at once.
“Jesus, it’s hot when you tell me what you want.
” He drags a thumb beneath the hem of my bra, like he’s silently asking for permission to touch my breasts.
Desire spreads like wildfire. I want him to do so much more than touch me.
I want to be consumed by him in every way imaginable.
I want to wear his marks on my skin, I want him to possess me, body and soul.
I want to know what it feels like to have him inside of me, for him to wreck me in the best possible way…
So maybe I don’t get to turn off my brain tonight, but that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy myself.
“Take off my bra. I want you to suck my nipples,” I say, tightening my grip in his hair.
With one flick of his fingers, Luka’s got my bra unclasped.
Cool air rushes over my bare skin as he tosses my bra across the room, his lips already sucking one nipple into his mouth as he palms the other.
His hot tongue teases me as he sucks and licks, before moving to the other breast, where he repeats the same motion.
“Fucking hell, your tits are perfect. Goddamn, I’m a lucky motherfucker,” Luka hisses. I feel like a goddess being worshipped with the adoration oozing between us as Luka takes his time, worshipping every inch of my skin.
I press his head down lower, hoping he’ll take it from here, but he’s not making this easy on me.
He kisses my stomach but doesn’t go any further.
“You want me to kiss you somewhere else, princess? I’m going to need to hear you ask for it,” he teases in between kisses, and my heart flutters to my throat.
“Don’t be shy. Ask me nicely, and I’ll happily kiss you wherever you like. ”
I blow out a frustrated sigh, but my desire outweighs any embarrassment, and I feel my inhibitions loosen even further. “Will you please make me come with your mouth?” I finally manage and judging by the way Luka’s eyes just flared with excitement, I’d say he’s pleasantly surprised as well.
“Fuck yes,” he growls as he flips me over and climbs on top of me.
He wastes no time in removing the rest of my clothes as he slides off the bed and falls to his knees.
He pulls me toward him like I weigh nothing, bringing my ass to the edge of the bed so that I’m fully exposed to him.
My legs dangle over his shoulders, and there’s no hiding myself from him now.
He drags his soft tongue over my warm heat, and I part my legs a little more, opening myself for him to devour me.
“Jesus, your pussy tastes good. Fuck, you’re already so wet for me,” he whispers as his tongue swirls over my clit, like he’s enjoying this just as much as I am.
He dives back in, licking me in long, soft strokes as he warms me up with deeper pressure.
It’s so good, I lose all sense of shame or embarrassment as I surrender my body to him.
His soft kisses deepen as he sucks my clit into his mouth.
My growing orgasm swirls low in my belly as I let out a moan, tightening my grip in his hair.
My thighs involuntarily clench around his head, pressing his face deeper.
He must take this as encouragement that I want more because suddenly my knees are by my head, and he’s pinning my legs down so that I’m fully open to him.
“Fuck, baby. Your cunt is so goddamn needy, isn’t it?
” His eyes darken as he stares down at me, my aching pussy pulsing with need, but rather than looking away, I meet his eyes in challenge.
A smirk pulls at the corner of his lips as he dives back down, this time burying his face deeper as he licks me all the way from my ass to my clit.
Holy shit, that was hot.
He doesn’t let go of my legs as he turns his head to the side, completely changing the sensation. Now his tongue isn’t moving up and down, but side to side, and it feels absolutely heavenly.
“Oh my god. Yes. Please don’t stop,” I beg, feeling my muscles begin to tighten in anticipation.
“Such a polite little slut, aren’t you? Look at you, begging me to fuck you with my tongue,” he teases, but he doesn’t stop, doesn’t change a single thing he’s doing, just keeps a steady rhythm as he brings me closer and closer to the finish line.
It’s all so amazing, but I need more. I’m right there, so close. I need him to stop being so gentle. “Holy shit. Please. Harder. I need more,” I cry, feeling more desperate than I have ever been.
“What do you need? Tell me, baby. Tell me what my little slut wants me to do to her?”
I shake my head as I say the first thing that comes to my mind. “Hurt me. I want you to hurt me before you make me come.”
If Luka is surprised by my request, he does a great job of hiding it because as soon as the words leave my mouth, he’s jumping up to grab something. Soon he’s stalking back toward me, his muscles rippling as he moves, his jeans riding low on his hips, holding something long and flat in his hand.
“You sure?”
I nod, as excitement shoots through me.
“You remember your safe word?” he asks, slapping the leather paddle in his hand, making a sharp thwack.
My eyes grow impossibly wider as a jolt of fear fires inside my chest. Nothing about this makes any sense. I should be terrified right now. I should want nothing to do with this. But during the peak of my pleasure, when asked what I wanted most, for some reason this is what came out of my mouth.
“The safe word,” he presses, reminding me that I still haven’t answered him. “What’s your safe word, Scout?”
“Thin Mints,” I finally say on a whisper, my gaze never leaving his.
“Good girl.” He steps between my legs and gestures for me to scoot back on the bed, to which I eagerly comply as I await his next move.
“But you’re not really a good girl, are you?
That’s just what you want everyone to think.
” He slides the leather paddle over my skin, and I hold my breath in anticipation.
“You’re a pathetic whore, desperate for anyone to give you attention, aren’t you?
What would everyone think if they really knew what you liked?
” He doesn’t wait for me to answer before he brings the paddle down over my thigh.
There’s a sharp sting followed by a rush of heat as goosebumps cover my skin.
The sensation is exactly what I needed, and I feel my body fall a little deeper into the floaty space I’ve been so desperate to get back to.
“You love that, don’t you.” It’s more of a statement than a question as he lifts the leather paddle to my lips. “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”
Confusion pulls at my brows, but I do as he says. He holds the paddle just in front of my mouth. “Now kiss it. Kiss it and say thank you.”
A moment passes, but when he doesn’t relent, I realize he’s being serious. The next thing I know, I’m kissing the leather paddle, licking it between whispered thank yous as my desperation climbs to an all-time high.
There’s something so dirty about it, something so wrong in every way that feels sensible, and yet, my desire only deepens. Heat pools in my core as I finally release everything I’ve been holding on to and completely submit to Luka’s request.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispers before dragging the paddle from my lips and tracing it along my thighs. “You like it when it hurts, don’t you? You like it when I’m mean to you, too. It turns you on, doesn’t it?” he asks, as he brings that paddle down over my pussy with a sharp slap.
A violent sensation shoots through me, and I nearly buck off the bed as I let out a cry of pleasure.
Luka doesn’t give me time to recover before he spanks me again, this time bringing the paddle down a little harder. “What do you say?”
It takes a moment for me to remember. “Thank you,” I finally whimper, and I’m rewarded with another sharp slap. “Thank you,” I say again, feeling impossibly more turned on with every sharp slap.
“Fuck,” he groans. I can’t be sure, but swear I see a flicker of a smile in his devastating eyes. “Just look at the pretty marks I’m making all over you.” Another thwack.
“Thank you,” I respond without missing a beat. Every slap against my skin, pulling me further and further away from reality as I fall deeper into the euphoric bliss, I’m quickly becoming addicted to. The place that only Luka can bring me.
“Jesus Christ, Scout. I don’t think I can resist fucking you any longer,” Luka’s words come out almost pleading.
All it takes is one look at him, and it’s clear he’s barely hanging on by a thread.
I’ve never seen the man look so desperate.
He’s a wild animal, one single urge controlling his every move.
And in this moment, I realize we both are; he’s somehow managed to isolate one single desire above everything else, somehow whittled it down to one primal instinct.
I’ve never needed anything more than I need Luka inside of me right now. Everything’s built up to this moment. And I know after tonight, I will never be the same. I can’t be.
A single tear falls down my cheek as I look up at him and nod. “Please, Luka. Please fuck me.”
His shoulders fall with instant relief as he lets out a heavy sigh. “Thank fuck. I thought you’d never ask.”