Chapter Eighteen Sarah #2
“I think it’s best if you know as little about me as possible.” His gloved thumb traced along my lips. After sliding it inside my mouth, he said, “You can know me intimately, but not personally.”
Instead of arguing, I slid my tongue around his thumb, tasting the leather material. “That’s a good girl. I want that tongue of yours around my cock.”
As I hummed my approval, he slid his thumb out of my mouth. “But first, you must be punished.”
His broad hands came to grip my waist. Before I could get my bearings, he spun me around to where I was facing away from him. “Place your hands on the pool table and bend over.”
After placing my hands on the table’s wood, I leaned over, sending cool air swirling around my naked and inflamed core.
When I obliged, a noise that sounded like a purr came from his mask. “Such a good girl taking her punishment.”
The next thing I knew, his hands were at the hem of the short robe. Slowly, he eased it off my mid thigh and over my ass. “Spread your legs,” he instructed.
Once again, I did as I was told. “Look at that soaked cunt.”
I bit down on my lip to keep from whimpering at his dirty talk. That, coupled with being exposed to him, was driving me wild. “You have such a delectable ass. Has anyone ever told you that?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Ah, listen to you slipping right into your submissive role even without a contract.”
His praise was short-lived when his palm cracked against one of the globes of my ass. A shriek of pain burst from my lips. As his hand moved to my other cheek, I braced myself for a hit. “How many of these do you think you deserve for assaulting me?”
I wanted to say none, but I knew that response would get me in even more trouble. Instead, I replied, “Three.”
“Such a small number. I was thinking more like five.”
Shit. “Yes, sir.”
Another crack came against my ass. I’d barely had time to endure it before he moved back to my other cheek. I sucked in a harsh breath while my fingers dug into the felt of the pool table. The next two blows had me screaming both with pain and pleasure.
“I wish you could see how beautiful your ass looks now all streaked with red and the imprint of my hand.”
“Please,” I whimpered.
“Please what?”
“Touch me.”
“I just did.”
Frustration hummed through me as hard as the aching need between my thighs. “Touch my pussy, please.”
“Now how can I resist when you ask so nicely?”
“Thank you, sir,” I whispered breathlessly.
Taking me by the waist, the Beast turned me to face him. He then lifted me up and placed me on the edge of the pool table. He made quick work of undoing my robe. After opening the lapels, he pushed it down over my arms, leaving me exposed before him.
His gloved hands came to my throat. “You are so fucking beautiful.”
“Thank you, sir.”
He slid his hands down my neck and over my chest. When the Beast cupped both of my breasts, I sucked in a breath. The leather covering his thumbs added extra pleasure to my sensitive nipples.
“So responsive,” he mused.
With the heat growing between my legs, my hips began to raise as I desperately sought out friction. “Be still,” he commanded.
I whimpered but obeyed. One of his hands left my breast to cup my face. “Don’t you remember that no one gives you pleasure but me, Sarah?”
“Yes, sir.”
With a grunt, he released my face before turning away from me. Instantly, I missed the heat of his body. My hungry gaze tracked him as he went over to the bar. He walked behind the back of it as if he knew what he was searching for. After he bent over, I heard the unmistakable opening of a fridge.
When he stood back up, he waved the bottle of vodka at me. “I think you need a little cooling off.”
“Yes, sir.”
As he walked back over to me, he uncapped the bottle. After returning to my side, he sat the bottle down on the side of the table rather than giving it to me. I tried to keep the questioning look from my face since I was supposed to always trust his judgement.
The Beast grabbed the sash of my robe. He then brought it to cover my eyes. After tying it tightly in the back of my head, he asked, “Can you see?”
“No, sir.”
The thick material was even heavier than an eye mask. I heard the shifting of his mask before one of his hands twisted through my hair. “Open your mouth,” came the accented words.
After doing as I was told, he jerked the strands of my hair, tipping my head back. I moaned with pleasure. With my mouth still open, I heard him take the bottle of vodka in his free hand. There came the swishing of liquid before I felt his face hovering close to mine.
And then the vodka splashed into my mouth in a stream from his lips. Considering there would be no kissing between us, this was the closest I would have to his mouth being on mine.
“Swallow.”
As I took down the cold liquid, it burned a trail down my throat into my stomach. “Good girl.”
Then I felt the mouth of the bottle pressing against my lips. At the automated voice, I knew he’d put his mask back down. “Show me what you want to do to my cock.”
I flicked my tongue around the lip of the bottle teasingly. Tilting my head forward, I flattened my tongue against the glass and licked up to the mouth. “You’re a cock tease,” the Beast remarked.
I brought my lips to the bottle’s top and eased it into my mouth. I bobbed up and down, letting the glass slide along my tongue. “That’s it. Take it deep,” he instructed. When the mouth bumped against the back of my throat, I gagged slightly.
Arousal pooled between my legs at the filthy thing I was doing. The Beast eased away the bottle to where only my lips were around the top. “Drink.”
I took two more long gulps, which sent a shudder through me. The bottle was then removed. After grabbing me by my throat, he pushed me to lay flat on the pool table. He bent my knees to where my feet rested on the edge of the table. Then he pushed them apart, leaving me feeling exposed.
I heard the Beast drinking before there came a splash of the cold liquid at my throat.
It ran in stinging cold rivulets down my breasts and stomach. But then the Beast’s warm mouth came over my skin to heat me up. He licked and sucked the trails of vodka off of me as I writhed under his mouth.
When he poured the liquid over my pussy, I shrieked at the feel of the cold and how it turned me on. His mouth once again quickly warmed me up as he licked and slurped the vodka from my pussy. He sucked it out of the creases of my thighs as well as the crack of my ass.
I was so worked up that he only had to graze my clit with his teeth to set off my orgasm. Thrashing on the pool table, I moaned and panted with intense pleasure.
“How do you want me to fuck you?”
“Hard, sir.”
“And deep?”
“Yes, sir.”
Lying there wide open and exposed, I waited for his next move. I heard the distinctive sound of a zipper and the rustling of clothes. Then I felt the head of his cock at the entrance to my pussy. I sucked in a breath as I awaited the punishing thrust of his hips.
Just as I’d asked to give it to me hard, he plunged inside me in one harsh thrust. While he grunted, I moaned at the feeling of being stretched by his cock. He didn’t give me a moment to adjust before he was slamming into me again, causing my body to shift on the pool table from the force.
The Beast then hooked his forearms under my knees and started dragging me back against his cock. Over and over he pounded in and out of me, going deeper than anyone had ever been. I bit down on my lip to keep from screaming.
He must’ve noticed because he jerked my hand away. “You better let me hear each and every moan and pant of pleasure I’m giving you.”
“Yes, sir,” I whimpered.
Obeying my Dom, I shrieked and squealed with each deep thrust. Each time my hand came close to his hips, I would dig my fingers into his skin, scratching my nails along the skin at the top of his buttocks. The pain fueled him to piston his hips even faster.
The sound of our sweat-slickened skin clapping together echoed through the room. As my walls began to clench around the Beast’s cock, I arched my back off the pool table. A scream escaped my lips as the orgasm charged through me.
The Beast continued pounding in and out of me. He moved one of his forearms to where his hand could come between my legs. In between thrusts, he furiously rubbed my clit. I didn’t think it was possible for me to build up to come again, but he was relentless.
“Come with me,” he growled.
Shaking my head, I pleaded, “I can’t. It’s too much.”
“Give me another orgasm!”
His words were my undoing. My body wasn’t my own anymore–it was all his.
As my orgasm kicked off, a deluge of arousal sprayed out of me. I’d only squirted one other time, and it was nothing like what I was currently doing.
And then the Beast growled out my name before coming in a rush.