11. Scarlett
Chapter 11
Scarlett
I crawl from under the bed and see Anton. His lips are pursed, his eyes don’t look as angry as I thought he sounded.
“Sorry,” I say. “I didn’t want you to get into trouble because of me.”
“Oh, Scarlett. I was in trouble the moment I fell in love with you.”
My heart misses a beat as I gaze into his eyes. “You love me?”
“I love you. You’re my angel. But...”
“No buts,” I interrupt.
“But you made me worried. And the last time you had me worried, I promised to spank your ass. I didn't last time, but Scarlett...”
Anton’s hands rub over his dick and I know his words are turning him on.
“You should spank me,” I say, my thighs clench at the thought. I’ve never been spanked before and was tempted the last time he threatened his words. “I want to be your good girl.”
“You are,” he says and nods.
“Yes, I am,” I say breathlessly.
“You want me to spank you?” His voice almost warns me not to say no. Almost waiting for the chance.
“Yes, please.”
He holds out his hand and pulls me to him. Before sitting on my bed and tapping his thigh.
His legs widen as I lower my chest and stomach onto his thighs. His fingers weave through my hair, moving it away from my neck before his warm breath ghosted over my skin, and the delicious sting of his stubble scratches my flesh. The guttural sound of his lust vibrates down my spine until it lands between my thighs.
I’m waiting, bracing myself for the sting.
His fingertips continue to stroke over my flesh. Goosebumps scatter when his hand moves from my back to my ass and his strong, muscular hand squeezes my ass.
I still wait for the spank.
Anton is powerful in his job. He’s also masculine and strong, which makes him...sexy as hell.
“How naughty have you been?” he says, stroking his firm hand over my right cheek. I should be scared, but I’m not. He exudes strength, but I know he will never hurt me.
“Enough to scare you,” I reply.
“You did. Not only because you left me,” he says, his voice breaks a little and I turn and look at him. “But that you no longer wanted me...wanted us.”
“I’m sorry Anton,” I murmur. “I want you. I want us. I just didn’t want you to lose your clients, or my father as your friend.”
“And I’m pressing charges against her. She videoed us without consent and I’ve issued a restraining order. She can no longer come within one hundred meters of either of us.”
“But the video,” I whisper. “It’s still out there. She could have copies.”
“Scarlett, my angel. You look beautiful being fucked by me. If there is another copy floating around, then let people watch it. I’m proud of how you come on my cock. How you whimper just before you climax and how we look together.” I turn my head to face him and see him grin. “And I don’t fucking care who sees it. But...”
“But...” I repeat.
“I agreed to give her money for the footage. What she didn’t know was I had evidence of the blackmail on camera. The police have retrieved her computer. They also arrested her and she’ll be charged with blackmail and making false accusations. I’m very confident there won’t be a video floating around.”
The heaviness lifts from my shoulders.
“But we’ll talk later,” he growls in my ear as his erection presses into my stomach. The sound of his need makes my legs tremble.
My breath is quick, almost waiting for the first slap. Not sure if it is anticipation or fear that courses through my veins.
But this is Anton, and I trust him.
“I love you,” he says.
I’m about to respond but...
Smack!
“Ugh,” I grumble,
He rubs firm circles around my ass. Squeezing at where I know there is a red mark.
Smack!
The first strike was a warning, because this time I let out a shriek. His hand presses against where he slapped. “Sorry baby.”
“It’s okay,” I whisper, still trying to catch my breath.
Smack!
“Good.”
Then why did he do it again?
Smack!
This time, his palm hits the opposite cheek. He strokes his hands over both cheeks. “Are you going to run away from me again?”
I can’t answer immediately.
Smack!
“No.” Tears brim my eyes.
“Promise,” he says, and I brace myself.
“Yes, I promise.”
His hand doesn’t slap me this time, but his finger strokes the wetness between my thighs. My heart races, and my nipples are hard because I know he wants to fuck me. I want it too. My body is vibrating with desire.
“On your hands and knees.” he picks me up and places me on the bed. There’s the familiar sound of his belt unbuckling and soon his thumbs are on either side of my pussy and opening me wide. Licking inside me, humming as he laps up the wetness he caused.
And I’m about to beg him not to stop when one hand braces my hip as he presses behind me. His cock slides from my clit to my ass. His free hand reaches to my clit, rubbing it in circles.
There’s another stroke of his cock against my flesh, and then he buries himself deep inside me.
“Oh, my...” I gasp.
“You okay?” He stills, and I squeeze my eyes shut against the deep throb.
“Yes.” Finally, I adjust and move. Anton does too and soon the deep throb turns to desire and I meet every thrust, taking everything he gives me.
The thrusts and noises from him are animalistic. Anton is grunting behind me, nearly tearing me apart as he drives long, hard thrusts into me. It is like he has an urgent need to go deeper.
His moans are dirty and gruff. “Do you want me to come inside you? Tell me you want me?”
I’m rocking my hips as a storm brews inside me.
“Should I stop?”
“No, you’re just so big. But keep going.” I turn and kiss his mouth to reassure him and he groans. “Don’t stop,” I beg once more.
We move together, skin slapping. Melting into his touch, as he slowly rolls in and out of me from behind.
The ache turns into bliss and soon I’m near my climax. He kisses along my back and the discomfort is now pleasurable. I know he is desperate for his relief, but he’s holding back, waiting for me to come first.
“Oh.” The pressure builds like a brand new storm. My core clenches around his cock. He jerks but tries to keep the easy pace. His fingers dig harder into my flesh. His sweat drips over my back.
Then he growls in my ear, “You’re mine. You’re mine.” It turns into a chant.
And that is all I need and scream, “I’m coming!”
“You are so mine,” he growls in my ear, and his hands hold me still as he goes rigid. His cock throbs, shooting hot liquid inside me and the sensation speeds up my release and quickly my body tingles, my stomach tightens as the climax rips through me.
He continues holding me.
His hot pants float over my back as we stay in the same position, breathing deeply. His fingers thread through my hair and he pulls my face to the side to kiss me deeply.
“I love you.” His words are deep in my ear.
“I love you.” I always have. He believed in me where others never did.
It takes a while before he pulls out of me. I feel lost without him inside of me. He is like a drug that I quickly became addicted to.
He smears the cum covered crown of his cock over my clit and I gasp at the sensation. Reaching through my legs, I stroke his dick as he teases me.
“Greedy girl,” he groans in my ear. He’s hard again and continues to tease me for a moment. Then he thrusts back inside of me and we moan together. This time the climax is quick and hard.
We’re both panting when he pulls out of me, flipping me onto my back and laying on top of me, pushing my sweaty hair off my face and thrusts his tongue in my mouth, kissing me passionately.
The weight of his muscular chest presses against my breasts and it’s the most wonderful feeling in the world.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
“Never better.” I nod, clutching his shoulders.
“Are you ready to go home? Because you know this is no longer your home, right?”
“You want me to live with you?” This escalated pretty quickly.
His grin widens. “Baby, that’s just the start.”