Chapter 17 Camden
SEVENTEEN
CAMDEN
My cock strains against my sweats. Fuck. I’m dying to get inside this infuriatingly beautiful woman.
Instead, I suck in a breath, holding tight to the modicum of control I still possess.
Today has been a complete mindfuck. After my flight home, the encounter at the bar, and putting up with my sister on the drive to the airport, I’m fucking exhausted.
But there was no way I was gonna sleep when I got home.
Not when this woman consumed my thoughts.
Now, I’m running on pure adrenaline and nothing else.
I press my hips to hers so she can feel what she does to me, and with my mouth on hers, I murmur, “The problem is you want the punishment too much. And it wouldn’t be right for me to reward your bratty behavior.”
Green eyes flaring with anger and heat, she pushes against my chest.
I don’t budge. “You’re only making it worse for yourself, Savannah.”
She lifts her chin defiantly. “Fine. Then tell me how I can make it better.”
I push off the wall and pad to the couch. When I’m settled on it, I lean back and spread my legs wide. Then I pat my thigh. “Face down, ass up. Now.”
She stares at my lap, the war raging in her head nearly visible. She doesn’t want to like this. Doesn’t think she should. But we both know that whatever the hell is brewing between us is too damn strong to be snuffed out. And I for one am too fucking tired to fight against it tonight.
Still, I’m surprised when she pulls off her coat and drapes it on the side of the couch, then shuffles over and stands between my knees. “You want me to lay down?”
I swipe a pillow from the end of the couch and set it on the cushion beside my hip. “Head here.” I tap my lap next. “Ass here.” Then I slap the other side of the couch. “Legs here.”
She rolls her eyes.
I tsk, stretching my arms out along the back of the couch. “That’s just going to earn you another smack.”
“How many are we at now?” she mumbles as she settles into the position I requested.
The moment she’s in my lap, her warm weight covering me, her head turned so she can see my face, her eyes on mine in beautiful submission, all the stress from the last week begins to recede.
I set one palm atop her ass and brush her beautiful red hair back from her face with the other.
Her eyes fall shut and her body sags, like she’s also feeling a sense of relief despite her position.
“That depends on you.”
Her eyes flutter open. “Me?”
“Yes. Tell me how many men you’ve been out with since I was last inside you.”
“You want me to…to…” She stumbles over her words, her eyes searching mine. “To tell you about other men?”
My stomach rolls at the idea that there’ve been more than the one from tonight, but I nod.
She grits her teeth, like that internal battle has picked up again. Like she wants to tell me to fuck myself, but also, she doesn’t. “Just Theo.”
Theo. The name alone makes my vision go red.
I tug at her skirt, exposing her bare ass. “No panties again?”
“I’m sorry,” she mumbles, true remorse in her tone.
It’s too late for that, though. I pull my hand back, and it lands against her ass with a loud thwack. “That’s for Theo.”
She sucks in a sharp breath, but she doesn’t look away from me and she doesn’t flinch. With a deep breath in, I wind up and do the same to the other cheek. “And that’s for no panties.”
The way she holds my gaze only serves to make me harder. Fuck.
Breathing unevenly, she says, “I told him I’d go to dinner with him tomorrow.”
Another crack. This one turns her skin a perfect shade of pink. “Did he touch you?”
She shakes her head quickly, but the movement stops abruptly, and she groans. “Well, he kissed my cheek.”
Another smack.
She moans this time.
“Did you want him to kiss you anywhere else?”
She bites her lip.
“Savannah.”
“No.” She shakes her head, the movements jerky.
“Are you lying to me?”
“No. I just…” She squeezes her eyes shut.
I drag in a harsh breath. Fuck, if she tells me she—
“I want you to keep doing that.”
My eyes fly open. “What?”
“The spanking.” She wiggles her ass, practically humping my lap. “I—” She sighs. “I want to piss you off so you keep spanking me. I don’t want you to stop until I come.”
A wave of pleasure rolls through me. Confidence too.
I squeeze her cheeks, massaging them roughly.
Damn, she feels good. I love that she’s got real meat on her.
That she’s not all muscle or bones. I slip a hand between her thighs, humming.
“Are you wet for me, baby girl?” I drag my fingers through her silky perfection, and a groan of satisfaction works its way out of me.
Hell yeah. She’s absolutely soaked.
“Yes. More. Please,” she whimpers.
As a thought strikes me, I spear her with one finger.
She squeals, her back arching, her breathing turning even more ragged.
“I have an idea,” I murmur, stopping all movement but keeping my finger in place.
“Okay,” she pants, grinding her hips, trying to fuck herself on my hand.
I pull out before she can get too carried away, then curl over her, bringing my mouth to her ear. “Tell me the name of every man you’ve fucked, and I’ll spank you once for each of them.”
Her breath catches and her eyes fly open. “What?”
I press a kiss to her cheek. “Come on, baby girl. I wasn’t born yesterday. I know you haven’t only been a slut for me.”
Eyes wide, she assesses me. That fight is back.
She wants to curse me out. Wants to tell me I’m an asshole.
She’d be right. But I’ve fucked plenty of women in my life, so I have no room to judge.
And fuck knows why, but I need this information.
I want to know everything about her. I want to erase the memory of every other man she’s ever been with.
Spank her until she can’t even think their names without remembering the orgasm I’m going to give her tonight.
After tonight, when she thinks about sex, I’m going to be the only man she ever associates with it.
“Why?” she says, because she’s still fighting this connection.
“Because I’m going to fuck their names from your memory, baby girl. After tonight, you’re going to know the only man you belong to is me.”
She hums, her body quaking. She loves this as much as I do.
“Tim. Sophomore year in the back of his car. He never made me come.”
Tim. I want to fucking kill him. I drop my hand to her ass with a loud crack.
She whimpers. “Um, Landon.” Her eyes fall shut. “He was a senior in college and my TA my freshman year. He talked me into blowing him a few times after class, and I think we fucked twice in my dorm.”
Jaw clenched, I take out my anger on her extremely red ass.
“Senior year, I had a boyfriend. Dean. We fucked a lot—”
I spear her with my finger again, and she grinds against me like she did before. I let her chase her orgasm until her walls flutter, signaling that she’s close. Then I pull back and smack her ass again.
“Fuck,” she whines.
“Who else?”
“Um, a dozen or so one-night stands since I’ve moved to Boston. Maybe more.” She lifts her ass like she’s waiting for the rapid series of smacks she’s absolutely going to receive.
“How many of them made you come?” I demand.
“Um, three,” she pants. “No, wait. Kacie definitely did, so five, I think.”
“Kacie?”
“She’s in my pole dancing class. We fucked around a few times.”
Jealousy rears its ugly head. “Currently?” I don’t like the idea of her with anyone else. I don’t give a fuck whether it’s a man or a woman.
She shakes her head. “No.”
“And whose pussy is this?” I spear her again, not bothering to be gentle.
“Yours,” she says like the desperate slut I want her to be.
“Count for me.” I smack her once, then again and again. One for every person who’s been lucky enough to have her.
When she gets to twelve, she’s a crying mess, humping my leg and in need of the orgasm she’s more than earned.
I drag her along the couch, face down, and maneuver her so that I’m between her legs.
Then I swipe my tongue against her sore flesh, kissing away the sting.
She’s squirming again when I lick her from front to back and panting out curses when I lift her hips and dive back in, eating her from behind.
She wiggles that perfect ass in my face, chasing her orgasm, and when I finally give her two fingers, curling them and pressing down in just the right place, she screams into the couch cushion and soaks my face.
I lick up every drop of her, relishing her taste, her scent, her warmth. Then I tug down my pants, drop to the couch, and pull her onto my aching cock.
She’s wrung out already, her body limp, her head on my shoulder with one arm draped lazily up and around my neck.
Groaning, I slip a hand beneath her shirt and pluck at her nipples beneath her bra while I fuck up into her.
She feels like heaven, her tight heat squeezing me in response to every thrust. Her little moans spur me on, and when she digs her nails into my thighs, bracing herself on top of me, my vision tunnels and I barrel toward an explosive release.
“See, baby girl?” I say, gritting my teeth to stave off my orgasm. “We were meant for one another. Tell Daddy how much you love his cock.”
“I love your cock,” she whimpers, head whipping from one side to the other, body thrashing.
“Tell me you’re sorry for saying yes to Theo tonight.”
“So sorry.”
“Yeah, you are.” I thrust up into her with force, the base of my spine tingling, my vision darkening. “You’re glad that I interrupted you, aren’t you?”
She cuffs my neck again and arches into me, riding me backward. “Yes.”
“And why is that, baby girl? Why do you need Daddy?”
“Because you can fuck me better!”
With those dirty promises flying from her lips, the two of us fall apart, coming in waves, over and over again.