CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN – HATTIE
Punishment?
What is he talking about? This doesn’t feel like a punishment. This feels like a reward for apologising, to be honest.
“Some punishment.” I gasp as his fingers hit the good spot inside me.
Finn laughs against my neck. His arm is still wrapped tightly around my waist, holding me firmly in place against him. He pumps his fingers inside me, and the heel of his hand rubs my clit with every movement.
Oh, God.
He’s rougher than he’s ever been, and I can barely breathe. Pleasure floods my body in sharp, nerve-tingling waves. My hips move at his pace, bucking against his hand, and I gasp as the first tingles of an orgasm pulse through my veins.
He stops.
With his fingers inside me and the heel of his hand pressing my clitoris, he fucking stops.
“What are you—”
“Punishment,” he murmurs against my neck, kissing a hot path down from my ear to my shoulder. He swipes his tongue through the hollow of my collarbone, and I moan, closing my eyes.
“Please.” The word leaves me in a needy mewl that I don’t recognise, and I move my hips, determined to seek the release he’s denying me.
Instead of complying, he does the opposite.
He slides his fingers out of my pussy and removes his hand from between us, still kissing my neck the entire time.
Emptiness fills me at his absence. He’s holding onto me so tightly that I still can’t move, but all I can think about is the trembling of my lower body.
“Finn...”
He looks me in the eye and inserts his fingers into his mouth one by one, licking every bit of me from them. “Lean over the back of the sofa.”
His tone brokers no argument as he raises my shaky leg and slides to the side. He places my hands on the back of the couch, leaving me on my knees.
I look back over my shoulder. “What are you doing?”
He stands behind me and hauls my dress up around my waist. He pulls my underwear down, exposing my wet pussy in all its glory, and my chest heaves when he removes them and drops to his knees.
He palms my ass with his hands. “Tilt your hips up.”
I do as I’m told. I don’t think I can do anything else. Every part of me is tingling with desperation for the release he’s denied me, and I’ll do just about anything he says to get it.
“Good. Just like that.” He kisses the inside of my thigh. His breath is hot against my skin, and as it skims over my wetness, I shiver.
“Please, Finn.”
“Please, what?”
My skin vibrates with his words, and he licks me, just off to the side of where I really want his tongue. He’s not going to do anything until I say it, and I get it.
I understand.
This is the punishment for my secret.
“Please lick my pussy,” I whisper.
“Mm. Good girl.” He finally, finally, dips his tongue into my wetness, and I shudder, pushing my hips back into his face. “I’ll eat this sweet little cunt of yours, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to let you come.”
“I—ah!”
“But that doesn’t mean you aren’t in control.” His voice softens, the gentle edge I’ve come to love so much coming through to the surface. “If you have enough, you tell me to stop, and I’ll let you come.”
“Then, stop,” I breathe, laughing slightly.
He lightly taps my ass, sending a small sting dancing across my skin. “Bad girl. Not like that.”
I laugh again, but he quickly silences it by covering my pussy with his mouth. His tongue laps at my wetness, and I push back into him again, making him groan. His hands are firm on my ass, keeping my cheeks spread, as he works his tongue round the swollen nub of my clit.
And once again, as my orgasm approaches, he pulls back, dipping his tongue inside my pussy instead. The immediate ache of the building release dissipates, and as much as I want to tell him to stop now, I can’t.
The word dies on my tongue.
Because something... Something about this feels good.
And I want him to do it again.
To take me to the brink and deny me.
As if he knows what I want, he does. He focuses on my clit, teasing and toying with it until my body tenses with apprehension, then he slides back, pushing his tongue deep inside my pussy again.
Ah.
I like this.
This unique mix of frustration and the edge of pleasure is almost painful, but in a way my body is responding to.
In a way my brain is responding to. The only thing holding me up is my taut grip on the back of the sofa and Finn securing my hips.
I don’t know how many times he’s denied me now, but it almost feels like I’m holding back, deliberately resisting my natural urges while seeking that high that the denial is giving me.
“Let go,” Finn breathes against my pussy. “I want you to come now.”
As if his words unlock something inside me, I push back, rolling my hips against his face. He works tirelessly at my clit, flicking with his tongue and sucking it between his lips. Over and over he does this, past the point of denial before, and all the pressure that’s built inside me explodes.
I come almost violently. I can physically feel my cum coating his tongue, and he groans into me, never letting up as he carries me through it. My entire body feels almost weightless, like I’m flying, and the fuzziness at the edge of my vision only adds to it.
Holy fuck.
“Finn... Finn...” His name is like a whimper as it falls from my lips.
He pulls back and gets up, leaning over me, covering my body with his. His cock, still free of his clothing from earlier, is hard, and it presses between my ass cheeks as he wraps a reassuring arm around me.
“You’re okay,” he whispers into my ear. “I’ve got you, baby. You’re okay.”
No, I’m not.
“More.” I gasp the word out. “More. Please.”
He pauses. “You want more?”
I press back against his cock to answer. “I want you inside me. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Please.”
He nips at my neck. “Are you sure you can take it?”
“Yes. I can take it.” I try to reach back, to grab his cock to push it inside me, but he stops me. “Please, Finn.”
“I hear you, baby. Stay right there. Don’t let go of that sofa.” He straightens up, slowly withdrawing from me. He flattens his hand on my lower back and presses down. I instinctively arch my back, tilting my pussy up towards him, and he rubs the head of his cock against me, soaking it in my cum.
He positions himself at my entrance and in one thrust, fills me, burying his cock inside me completely. “Fuck, Hattie. You’re so wet.”
My moan mixes with his words like a harmony. I’m tender and aching from his continued assault with his fingers and mouth and having him inside me when I’m so sensitive almost brings a sting of pain tingling through my lower body.
He kisses my shoulder, holding still, almost as if he knows I need a second.
That’s all I need, though, because I want more.
I want more of that intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure he was giving me just minutes ago.
I want to feel myself on that edge only to be denied.
I want to relive that sting of discomfort right before it gives way to the dizzy release of an orgasm that makes my head spin.
Finn puts his hand on the back of the sofa next to mine, bracing himself as he raises one foot up onto the cushions next to me.
A gasp chokes its way down my throat as his movement pushes his cock deeper inside me.
He slides his hand up my spine, and shivers coat their way across my skin when he wraps my hair around his hand and tugs, pulling my head back.
“Like this?” His lips brush my earlobe, and his breath is hot as it ghosts over my cheek. “You want me to fuck you like this?”
He draws back and slams inside me, making me cry out.
“I asked you a question.”
“Yes,” I breathe, jerking my hips as if it’ll make him do it again. “Like this. Please.”
He pulls on my hair again, forcing my head back even further. A light sting spreads across my scalp from his tight grip, and he thrusts again, just as hard, and the only sound in the room other than our heavy breathing is the sound of our skin as it slaps together.
“Yes, yes.” My eyes flutter shut as he rhythmically thrusts his cock as deeply into my cunt as he can.
Thrust.
Thrust.
Thrust.
Hard. Deep. Almost possessive.
It hurts, and it feels good. Like every single nerve ending in my body is in overload with how many conflicting sensations are rolling through my body right now.
“Look at you.” His voice is a hot, heavy murmur in my ear. “You were fucking made for my cock.”
I moan.
“Weren’t you? Answer. Me.” His final two words are punctuated with hard thrusts that hit me just right.
“Yes,” I breathe. “I was made for you.”
“And this tight pussy of yours was made for me.” He trails kisses down my neck, so gentle compared to the way he’s fucking me. “Everything about you was made for me.”
Yes.
Yes, it was.
“Harder.” I place my hand on top of his on the back of the sofa and slide my fingers between his. “Show me how I belong to you.”
“Fuck.”
He bites my shoulder, quickly sucking the same spot between his lips. His tongue flexes against my tender skin, and bolts of pleasure shoot from both my core and my shoulder, mixing into a tight knot in my stomach.
“Some punishment this is.” His voice has a tight, breathless edge to it. “I’m giving you everything you want.”
“Yes. So—ah—so good. More, Finn. Please.”
He releases my hair and slides his hand to my front.
His fingers curl around my neck, his thumb pressing against my jaw, and he turns my face towards him.
Our lips meet, and he presses his tongue between them to kiss me roughly.
I moan into his mouth as his fingers slightly dig into my neck, and he gives me what I want.
More.
Harder.
Deeper.
Faster.
His kiss steals my breath, and I grip the sofa tightly, arching my back as if it’ll get us even closer. His thrusts are relentless, both painful and pleasurable, both a punishment and a reward.
I relish it.
Every stroke of his cock inside me. Every slap of his skin against mine. Every taste his tongue takes of my mouth.
I’m pinned on the sofa, completely at his mercy, unable to do anything other than be ruthlessly fucked like I’ve been begging for.