Chapter 10
CHAPTER 10
K iera
“I’m going to finish what I started with my belt.”
I sat there fuming, my arms crossed tightly over my chest as I stared out the window at the blur of passing streetlights. My ass was on fire, my pride was in shreds, and Ronan was sitting in the driver’s seat like he hadn’t just turned my entire world upside down. His calm, unbothered presence only made my anger burn hotter.
This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot. I’d fight him when we got to his place.
I clenched my jaw, my nails digging into my palms as I fought the urge to scream. How the hell had I let this happen? How had I gone from holding my own against Marco Benedetti to being hauled over Ronan’s lap and spanked like some wayward child? The humiliation alone was enough to make me want to crawl out of my skin.
And yet…
A traitorous heat spread through me, low and insistent, as I thought about the weight of his hand, the unyielding strength in his grip. I hated how my body had reacted to him, how every swat had sent a rush of desire coursing through me. He’d been in complete control, and I’d been completely at his mercy, and some part of me—a part I wanted to strangle—had liked it.
I pressed my thighs together, scowling at my reflection in the window.
I hated him. God, I loathed him. But that didn’t stop my mind from wandering to the way his voice had dropped when he’d told me to ‘stay still,’ or the way his eyes had lingered on me when I’d finally sat up, red-faced and absolutely wrecked.
Or the way his cock had twitched in my hand.
Or how hard his cock had been… for me…
No. Absolutely not.
I shook my head, trying to push the thoughts away. I wasn’t going to let him get under my skin like this. I wasn’t going to let him win. He might have been in charge tonight, but I wasn’t about to roll over and let him think he’d broken me.
Still, as I stole a glance at him—calm, composed, his hands resting lightly on the wheel—I couldn’t help but feel the tension crackling between us. It was electric, suffocating, and no matter how much I wanted to ignore it, it was impossible to deny.
What scared me most wasn’t the thought of him making a move. It was the thought that, if he did, I might not put up a fight.
The car rolled to a smooth stop, the soft hum of the engine cutting out as Ronan shifted into park. I glanced around, realizing we were in a private garage—dimly lit, with polished concrete floors and a row of sleek, expensive cars lined up like some billionaire’s personal collection.
“Out,” Ronan said, his voice as calm and commanding as ever.
I froze, my breath catching in my throat. I wasn’t dressed and the thought of stepping out into the open like this made my cheeks burn hotter than ever.
“Ronan,” I started, my voice shaky with a mix of anger and nerves.
His dark eyes flicked to mine, full of darkness and unwanted promise. “You don’t want to keep me waiting, Kiera. Trust me.”
I swallowed hard, my stomach twisting, but there was no point in arguing. He’d made it clear I wasn’t in charge here, no matter how much I hated it. With a shaky breath, I opened the door and stepped out, the cool air of the garage prickling against my heated skin.
Ronan was already waiting for me, his broad frame silhouetted against the faint glowing light as he walked toward a sleek black elevator tucked into the far corner. He didn’t bother glancing back to see if I was following—he didn’t need to.
My bare feet padded against the smooth concrete as I trailed after him, my arms wrapped tightly around myself in a pathetic attempt at modesty. With every step I took, my legs brushed against each other, my arousal seeping down my thighs.
I was only getting wetter.
The garage was quiet, the faint hum of fluorescent lights the only sound as we reached the elevator.
Ronan swiped a keycard across the sleek panel, and the doors slid open with a soft chime. He gestured for me to step inside, his expression unreadable, and I hesitated for only a moment before ducking past him.
The elevator was luxurious, the walls lined with dark polished wood that gleamed under soft recessed lighting. A small control panel displayed a single button that read PH.
Penthouse. Of course.
Ronan stepped in beside me, the scent of his cologne—warm and woodsy—wrapping around me as he pressed the button. The doors slid shut with a quiet whisper, and the elevator began its ascent, smooth and silent.
I pressed my back against the wall, my arms still crossed over my chest hiding my hard nipples as I glared at the floor, determined not to meet his gaze. But I could feel him watching me, his presence as steady and unrelenting as ever.
“You’re quiet,” he said after a moment, his tone light, but edged with something I couldn’t quite place.
I shot him a quick glare, my cheeks still burning. “What do you expect me to say? That I’m thrilled to be paraded around like this, completely naked?”
I didn’t mention that my ass was probably bright red too. If anyone saw me, they’d know in an instant that I’d just gotten spanked like a naughty little girl over Ronan’s knee.
His lips twitched, the faintest hint of a smile curving at the corners. “You’re not being paraded around, Kiera. No one else is here.”
The words sent a shiver down my spine, and I hated the way they made my pulse quicken. I bit my lip, looking away as the elevator slowed to a stop.
The doors slid open to reveal the penthouse, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe.
The space was massive, with floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a breathtaking view of the city skyline, the lights glittering like a sea of stars. The open concept living room was anchored by a plush, oversized sectional in a deep shade of charcoal gray, piled high with soft throws and cushions. A fireplace—modern and sleek—flickered with a warm, inviting glow toward the back of the room.
Despite the obvious wealth, the penthouse felt unexpectedly homey. Dark wooden beams stretched across the high ceilings, their rich grain stunning. A handwoven rug, its intricate Celtic patterns subtle and elegant, covered the polished hardwood floors. On the far wall, a collection of framed photographs and paintings hinted at Ronan’s Irish heritage—rolling green hills, a small stone cottage, a rugged coastline battered by waves.
The kitchen was equally stunning, with marble countertops, custom cabinetry in a deep emerald green, and copper accents that gleamed under the warm lighting. A small vase of fresh flowers sat on the island, their cheerful yellow blooms adding a surprising touch of warmth to the otherwise polished space.
I took a hesitant step inside, my bare feet sinking into the soft rug as I glanced around. It was nothing like I’d expected.
“You like it,” Ronan said, his voice breaking the silence.
I turned to him, startled, and found him watching me with that same unreadable expression.
“It’s…” I hesitated, searching for the right words. “It’s not what I thought it would be.”
His lips curved into a faint smirk as he stepped past me, his presence as commanding as ever. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
My gaze flicked back to the windows and the sprawling cityscape beyond. His words echoed in my mind again and I glanced back at him, only to catch him staring at me.
“Normally, I’d say you were compensating for something…” I began, wanting to get in a dig, but my voice trailed off almost immediately when I realized my mistake, that he wasn’t compensating for anything at all.
His cock was just as big as a man like him should have.
My pussy clenched tight.
He chuckled knowingly.
“I am compensating for something, love, but it’s not what you’d expect,” he finally replied.
“What do you mean?” I couldn’t stop myself.
“Girls have said that before, but I’m not compensating for the size of my cock. I’m compensating for how rough and hard I take them and how sore and satisfied they are after I’m through with them.”
I turned away, trying to feign disgust when a frisson of abject arousal pierced right through me.
“Get down on your knees, love. Thank me properly for taking care of you. If you impress me, the rest of your punishment won’t be as harsh. If you don’t, well, then I’ll make sure that you’ll regret it.”
I didn’t move, the shock of his words sending a chill down my spine. I wasn’t expecting him to say something like that, so casual and direct. He wasn’t playing a game anymore—he wasn’t just pushing the boundaries, he was shattering them.
“Now,” he said, his voice a low rumble.
My pulse raced as I slowly sank to my knees. The carpet was soft against my bare skin, and I was thankful for the briefest of moments that he hadn’t made me kneel on the tiled kitchen floor.
Seriously? What the fuck was wrong with me? I couldn’t be grateful for being made to get down on my knees just so he could make me suck his cock.
I looked up at him, his dark eyes fixed on mine as he unbuttoned his shirt, the fabric parting to reveal his toned, sculpted chest. He shrugged it off, letting it fall to the floor before he moved his fingers to his slacks, unbuttoning them and pulling his zipper down.
His cock popped free, just as hard as before.
This time, in the full light of his penthouse, I really got the full picture of the size of it.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
It was big. Bigger than I’d ever seen. A drop of pre-cum glistened at the tip, and I hated that my mouth watered at the sight of it. The gentle curve of his dick made my pussy clench as my mind raced, thoughts of him sinking inside me and hitting my g-spot just right taking me by storm.
This couldn’t be happening.
It couldn’t be.
“You don’t get to tell me no, love. Open that smart mouth of yours. Now,” he growled, his voice sending a shiver racing down my spine.
“Ronan—”
His dark eyes flashed, his expression tightening, his threats silent. His hand dropped to his belt and immediately, I opened my mouth.
“Now you’re going to be a good girl and suck my cock,” he commanded, and I huffed, trying to remain brave even in the face of the monstrosity between his legs.
But despite everything—the shame, the humiliation, the fear—there was a part of me that wanted this. That craved it. I wanted to please him, to earn his approval, and the realization was as shocking as it was infuriating.
What is wrong with me?
I glanced up at him, my cheeks burning, and he met my gaze, his expression unreadable. Did he know what I was thinking? Could he read my mind or was it written all over my face?
I shook my head, trying to get my mind straight, but it was useless. His brow furrowed and I immediately leaned forward, trying to show him that I was being obedient.
Just so he wouldn’t spank me all that hard with his belt.
I opened my mouth, showing him that I was willing, and his hand reached for the side of my face, brushing against my cheek before gliding backwards and fisting the hair at the back of my scalp. He pressed his hips forward and slid his cock between my lips.
He didn’t thrust, didn’t force his cock any further into my mouth. He just held me there, his cock pulsing against my tongue as he stared down at me, his gaze intense and unwavering.
“Look at me,” he ordered, his voice low and rough. “I want to see those pretty eyes while you suck my cock.”
I forced myself to hold his gaze, even though it made my cheeks burn hotter.
His expression was focused, his eyes fixed on mine as his shaft pressed deeper, the weight of it resting heavily on my tongue.
He groaned, a low, rumbling sound that made my stomach clench, and I couldn’t stop the way my body responded to him. My pussy was already slick with arousal, and the throbbing between my legs was impossible to ignore. I pressed my thighs together and his eyebrows rose just a touch.
He’d noticed.
Of course he had.
“Are you enjoying yourself, love?” he asked, his tone teasing.
I went to push against his thighs, but his hand tightened on the back of my head, and he shook his head.
“You’ll answer with my cock inside that pretty mouth,” he demanded.
I glared up at him, fighting the urge to bite down. He didn’t miss a beat, and the next second, he was thrusting, his shaft sliding past my lips and deeper, the thick head nudging the back of my throat.
I gagged, tears instantly pricking at the corners of my eyes, and he pulled back a little bit, his pace slow and measured.
“Answer me,” he commanded.
“Yeashhh,” I answered, my voice slurring as my tongue grazed against his cock.
He smiled, a flash of white teeth against the dark stubble lining his jaw.
“That’s what I thought,” he said, his hand fisting tighter in my hair. “You’re going to show me how much you enjoy sucking my cock. You’re going to worship it with your mouth. And if you’re good, I might just let you come. Would you like that?”
My breath caught in my throat, and I couldn’t stop the way my pussy clenched at his words. The heat between my thighs was almost unbearable now, a constant throb that demanded my attention, yet I didn’t know if he’d allow it.
He chuckled, low and dangerous, and the sound sent a shudder racing down my spine.
“I thought so,” he said, his tone laced with a mix of amusement and possessiveness. “Now get back to work. Show me how good you can be.”
He thrust again, his shaft sliding past my lips and into the back of my throat. I gagged again, my eyes watering, but he didn’t stop. His pace quickened, his cock pumping between my lips, his hand fisting tighter in my hair.
I whimpered, but it didn’t make a difference. He was relentless, his cock pistoning in and out of my mouth. I tried to keep up, tried to match his rhythm, but it was impossible. He was in complete control, and the only thing I could do was hold on and try not to fall apart.
My jaw ached, the muscles in my neck burning with exertion as he fucked my face.
I tried to swirl my tongue around his cock. I tried to suckle him, to show him I could be good at this, that I was good at this.
All the while, the pressure between my thighs was building, a swirling, aching throb that begged for release. I squeezed my legs tighter, trying to ignore the wetness dripping down my thighs, but it was no use.
I was soaked.
The sounds his cock was making as it thrust in and out of my mouth were filthy, obscene, and I couldn’t stop myself from moaning around his cock.
It was shameful.
I felt like a slut.
His little slut.
Immediately, my mind recoiled, but there was no time to react as his cock thrust deep down my throat, well past the ring of muscle at the back, and I only just stopped myself from gagging.
“Fuck, that’s a good girl,” Ronan grunted, his breath coming faster as his pace quickened.
My pussy clenched, and I could feel the pleasure coiling tighter, ready to snap.
“Come for me, love,” he growled, his voice laced with a dangerous edge. “Reach between those pretty thighs and touch that wet little pussy for me. Make yourself come with my cock in your mouth.”
I froze, his words echoing in my ears. This was wrong, so, so wrong.
I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t give in.
And yet…
I wanted to.
He pulled back, his cock sliding past my lips as he stared down at me, his dark eyes flashing with something primal and possessive.
“Now, Kiera,” he demanded, his voice firm and unyielding.
I swallowed hard, my throat dry, and slowly reached between my legs. My fingers slid easily through my sopping wetness, and the moment I touched myself, a moan slipped from my lips.
It felt good. So damn good.
It shouldn’t. I shouldn’t be doing this.
“That’s it,” he breathed, his cock pulsing against my tongue as his hand tightened in my hair. I swirled my fingers over my clit, hating how wet I was, ashamed of how my body was reacting.
How I wasn’t saying no.
I pressed a bit harder on my needy bud and cried out as a flash of pleasure shot straight through me.
“Good girl,” he praised, his voice a low rumble. “That’s a very good girl.”
His cock throbbed in my mouth, and I whimpered, the sound muffled by his length. He was close, I could feel it, his shaft swelling as he pumped between my lips. I swirled my fingers faster, the pressure building, and I knew I was teetering on the edge.
But he held back and thrust hard into my throat.
And I shattered.
The orgasm hit me like a freight train, my body trembling as waves of pleasure crashed over me. My fingers kept moving, drawing out the pleasure as Ronan fucked my mouth, his pace relentless. My body went rigid as red-hot bliss spiraled through me, taking me by storm and refusing to let me go.
I was lost, overwhelmed, and the only thing that kept me grounded was the taste of him, and the weight of his cock on my tongue.
I came back to earth just as Ronan grunted.
“Ask me to fuck that needy little pussy,” he instructed, his voice firm and no-nonsense, and in that moment, I realized that I’d always expected this.
That one day, Ronan was going to fuck me until I was one very sore and sorry little girl, and today was that day.
There would be no fighting it.
It was simply going to happen.
“Please,” I whimpered, the word muffled around his cock.
“Please what?” he asked, his tone edged with a mix of amusement and impatience.
“Please fuck my pussy,” I whispered, the slurred syllables slipping past my lips before I could stop them. My words were barely intelligible.
He pulled out of my mouth, a smirk on his face as he reached down and gripped my wrist.
“On your feet,” he said, leaving no room for argument.
I stood up, my legs trembling, and he wasted no time wrapping an arm around my waist and hauling me against him. His lips crashed down on mine, his tongue sliding past my lips and plunging into my mouth. He kissed me like he owned me, like he was staking his claim, and all I could do was melt into him, powerless against the heat of his embrace.
His hands roamed over my body, exploring every curve, his touch sending a thrill racing through me.
When he finally pulled away, he left me breathless.
“Bend over the couch and show me that sweet little pussy,” he purred, his voice coming out with a rough growl.
I didn’t say anything.
Didn’t have the courage to say no.
Not that it would have mattered anyway.
I walked over to the couch and did as he told me. His strong hand pressed between my shoulder blades, pushing me down, and I gasped, the sudden change in position catching me off guard. He stepped closer, his body looming over me, and I could feel the heat radiating from him, the intensity of his presence almost overwhelming.
His cock grazed against my pussy, blazing hot and heavy. I gasped, the heat of it taking me by surprise even though I knew it was coming.
“Please be gentle,” I found myself begging.
“No, love. That’s not what you need,” he replied and then the head of his cock was at my entrance.
He was so big. This was going to hurt.
Without warning, he slammed into me with a single thrust.
I screamed, the sudden intrusion stretching me beyond what should have been possible. The pain was sharp, intense, and I gripped the couch cushions, my fingers digging into the soft fabric as he bottomed out inside me.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, his hands gripping my hips tightly. “You feel so fucking good.”
I couldn’t speak, couldn’t think, could only focus on the feeling of his cock buried deep inside me. My body struggled to accommodate him, and I cried out loud again as he started to thrust in and out of my pussy.
“You’re so fucking wet, love,” he grunted, his voice rough and thick with desire. “I knew you’d be like this. I knew you’d take my cock like such a good girl.”
I whimpered, unable to form any coherent words as he pumped his hips, his cock plunging deeper with every stroke.
“You’re going to come for me,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “Over and over again until I finish using this beautiful body for as long as I see fit.”
“Ronan,” I breathed.
“Stop fighting me and just come all over my cock, love,” he demanded, and my body practically leapt to obey him.
Pleasure coursed through me, hot and fast, and I screamed, my orgasm hitting me like a tidal wave. My body clenched around him, my pussy fluttering as I shuddered against him. He didn’t stop, didn’t slow down, his pace quickening as he chased his own release.
I cried out, my pleasure heightening, and I could feel myself tumbling toward the edge again.
I tried to fight it.
I failed.
My orgasm exploded through me, white-hot and intense, and I screamed again, my body shaking with the force of it.
He didn’t let up, didn’t slow down. He fucked me like a man possessed, like a wild animal claiming his mate, and all I could do was hold on and ride it out. My legs felt like jelly beneath me, and I bit my lip, trying to hold back my screams, but it was like trying to hold back the tide. My inner walls clamped down around him, but he still pounded into me like a jackhammer.
“Come for me, love,” he growled, his voice rough and ragged. “Fucking come all over my cock.”
My body responded instantly, another orgasm slamming through me. I kept screaming, the sound muffled against the cushions as he fucked me harder, his cock slamming into me with a viciously ruthless intensity.
I came, a rush of pleasure crashing over me and setting every single one of my nerves on fire.
It was too much, too intense, and I cried out, tears stinging at the corners of my eyes as I came apart beneath him.
He kept going, his pace unrelenting as he took everything he wanted and gave me more than I could handle.
“Ronan, please,” I begged, unable to keep quiet any longer.
“Keep coming, pretty girl. I’m far from through with you,” he ordered. “Come for me, and I’ll fill you with my cum.”
Another climax ripped through me with a ferocity that left me gasping for breath. His cock drove into me over and over again as I broke into pieces.
I could feel my sense of control slipping away. I could feel him taking it bit by bit until he stole it away completely.
I couldn’t stop my body from shaking, couldn’t stop wave after wave of pleasure sweeping through me along with the screams he ripped free from my throat.
Helpless desperation rippled through me as he took me as hard and as roughly as he pleased, and I knew that by the time he finished with me, I was going to be one sore, sorry, and overly satisfied girl.
My eyes rolled back in my head.
I pulled in a ragged breath.
My fingers dug into the couch beneath me, holding on for dear life as he used my body faster, harder.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Fuck, I’m gonna come, love. You want that? You want my cum filling up that tight little pussy?”
“Yes,” I begged, my voice barely a whisper. “Please.”
He laughed, a low, dangerous sound.
“Good,” he said, his tone edged with a mix of amusement and something dark.
I expected him to slow down, but he didn’t.
He just fucked me harder.
And harder.
Until there was nothing but his cock filling me.
Punishing me.
Owning me.
I whimpered, a broken, desperate sound, and he growled, his hand tangling in my hair and yanking back.
“Fuck, yes,” he rumbled. “Beg me, love.”
“Please come, sir. Please come in my pussy,” I pleaded.
I didn’t know how much more I could take…
My body was trembling, shaking, and I could feel another orgasm building. He didn’t let up, his pace never slowing, and I knew it was only a matter of time before he pushed me over the edge again.
“Yes, love, that’s it,” he growled, his cock pulsing inside me. “I’m going to fucking fill you up.”
I begged.
I pleaded.
I screamed.
And in that moment, I realized that this was only the beginning.
He would have me again and again, until I was completely spent and utterly exhausted, and there was nothing I could do to stop him.
The thought sent a shiver down my spine, and a fresh wave of arousal surged through me.
I suffered through one orgasm after the next until when he finally came, the rush of his hot cum filling me, I broke.
The orgasm tore through me like a hurricane, my body shuddering, my cries echoing through the room. The pleasure was intense, overwhelming, and all I could do was endure it, my body shaking as I rode it out.
When the last aftershocks faded, I collapsed against the couch, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath.
He leaned forward, his lips brushing my ear.
“I’m not done with you yet, love,” he murmured, his voice dark and laced with promise.
“Ronan,” I breathed, his name slipping from my lips before I could stop it.
My body trembled as he drove his cock into me, more slowly now, as if he was enjoying every single thrust. I whimpered quietly when he finally pulled out of me.
I could feel his seed dripping down my thighs as soon as he did.
Without a word of warning, he gathered his seed and my arousal on his fingers. He swirled his thick digits in our combined juices before shoving them back inside my pussy.
“I’ve imagined seeing all of you, just like this, with your soaking wet little pussy dripping with my cum and that tight little asshole clenching, begging for me to fuck it too,” he growled, and my body tensed hard.
In a rush of shame, I reached back to cover myself, but he knocked my hand away with ease. I cried out, unable to bear the thought of him looking at me like this, of enjoying the sight of me naked and vulnerable, well fucked and entirely exposed, but there was nothing I could do about it.
“Naughty girl. You don’t get to hide from me anymore. You’re mine. Your body is mine. Your pleasure is mine. Your pain is mine and you’ll take what I give you like a good girl unless you need me to punish you like a bad one,” he rumbled.
He pulled his fingers free from my pussy and then his other hand was sliding down the length of my spine, his touch sending a shiver racing through me. When he reached my ass, his grip tightened, the pressure enough to make me gasp.
“You have a very beautiful ass,” he murmured approvingly. “Very round, very full, and very spankable. I think it deserves a few more marks, don’t you?”
“But you already spanked me really hard,” I whispered, my lower lip protruding in what I hoped was a convincing pout. My bottom was still sore from his hand, and I couldn’t imagine taking more of it.
“Hard spankings are with my belt, love,” he countered, and my stomach flipped with nervous energy.
“You can’t—” I tried, but he immediately cleared his throat and cut me off.
“You don’t get to say no to me, love. Not now. Not ever,” he murmured, and then he leaned down over me, his breath brushing my ear, and I shivered. “This sweet little pussy gives you up. You’ll be wet for anything I do to you and we both know it.”
I bit my lip, a flush of heat creeping across my cheeks. I hated that he was right, but it was undeniable. My body responded to him in ways I couldn’t control, and as much as I wanted to deny it, there was no point.
He chuckled softly, his lips grazing the shell of my ear.
“Don’t worry, love,” he crooned. “You’ll like this. I promise.”
I pressed my palms against the cool leather of the couch, my breath shallow and unsteady as I stared down at the polished floorboards. Every nerve in my body was on high alert, my skin prickling with the anticipation of what was coming. The warm glow of the penthouse’s fireplace danced across the room, but it did nothing to ease the knot tightening in my stomach.
Behind me, I heard the scrape of leather against fabric as Ronan pulled his belt free from the loops of his slacks. The sound was deliberate, unhurried, and it sent a fresh wave of heat flooding my cheeks. I squeezed my eyes shut, my hands curling into fists as I fought the urge to straighten up and put as much distance as possible between us.
I hated this. I hated how exposed I felt, bent over the couch like this, cum dripping from my pussy, the soft throw pillows brushing against my bare stomach. I hated how every inch of my skin seemed to burn with the awareness of his gaze, heavy and unrelenting.
And most of all, I hated the way my body betrayed me—the way my pulse quickened at the sound of the leather sliding through his hands, the way my breath hitched when he stepped closer, and the way my pussy continued to throb, wanting more of his touch… needing more of his touch…
The belt creaked in his hands as he folded it over, the sound loud and unnerving. I flinched at the faint whoosh it made as he swung it lightly through the air. My heart was racing now, pounding so hard I thought it might burst, and my breaths became faster, more shallow and uneven.
“Stay still like a good girl,” he said simply.
I clenched my fists tighter, bracing myself, but nothing could have prepared me for the loud crack of the belt landing across my already sensitive skin. The sting was immediate and overwhelming, like a line of fire sending a jolt through me that pulled a gasp from my throat.
“Count,” he growled.
“One,” I whispered, the word shaky and barely audible.
“Louder,” Ronan commanded, his voice calm, but firm.
“One,” I repeated, my voice raised but catching on the edge of the word.
The second swat came just as hard, the sound echoing through the room like a whip crack. My body jerked against the couch, and I bit down hard on my lip to keep from crying out. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, hot and unwelcome, and I blinked furiously to keep them at bay.
“Two,” I choked out, my voice thick.
The leather creaked again, and I sucked in a shaky breath, the anticipation almost worse than the sting itself. The third swat landed lower this time, the end of the belt catching the tender curve of my backside. A small, involuntary sob escaped my lips, and I pressed my forehead against the couch, my shoulders trembling.
“Three,” I said, my voice barely a whisper.
“That’s enough for now,” Ronan said quietly, the belt falling silent as he set it aside.
I stayed where I was as a warm hand rested lightly on my lower back, steadying me. His other hand reached between my legs, finding my overly sensitive clit and rolling over it with the pads of his fingers.
I gasped, the unexpected pleasure sending a shudder racing through me. My eyes flew open, and I stared down at the floor, the wood gleaming under the light of the fireplace. My legs shook, the muscles in my thighs trembling, and I struggled to keep quiet.
But it was no use.
He teased and tugged at my clit, and then I was gone, the world blurring around me as a fresh wave of ecstasy crashed over me. Red-hot bliss burned through my limbs with ruthless vigor, blazing up and down my body, making my fingers tense and my toes curl. I screamed as I came for him and when my climax finally began to ebb, I had a moment of brutal clarity.
He was right.
I did like everything he did to me. I liked it when he treated me like a bad girl and spanked me. I liked that it had hurt. I liked that he had made me cry. I liked that he put me on my knees and made me suck his cock. I liked how he made me beg for him to fuck my pussy, and I liked that he took his belt to my ass after all of that.
I even liked it when he’d warned me that my virgin bottom hole would get fucked soon too.
And most of all, I liked how much I liked all of it.
I closed my eyes. What was wrong with me?
I didn’t know, and in that moment, I didn’t care. All I could focus on was the heat of his palm, the feeling of his touch against the needy bundle of nerves between my thighs.
He pressed his thumb against my clit, and I bit back a moan.
“Is my punishment over?” I whispered, my breathing ragged.
“Your punishment was over after your spanking in the car. The rest of this has been all for me,” he answered, and my pussy clenched tight.
I wanted to call him an asshole, but then he started lightly teasing my clit and I lost the ability to form words. I bit down on the inside of my cheek, trying to fight the rising onslaught of pleasure, but it was impossible.
Just when I reached the edge of orgasm, he pulled his hand away, slapped my pussy several times hard enough to sting, and growled. I cried out, the burning pain intense and hot and entirely unexpected, but it was the wet splatting sound that truly shamed me.
“You’re going to clean my cock off with that pretty mouth,” he commanded.
For a moment, I hesitated and glanced back over my shoulder to meet his gaze.
“Get down on your knees and open your mouth, or it’s going in your bottom next,” he warned.
I cringed and did as he told me, getting down onto my knees. Ronan stood in front of me, his cock still half-hard, the tip still glistening with our combined juices.
I opened my mouth.
His cock slid past my lips, the head pressing against the back of my throat. He gripped the sides of my face, holding me steady as he thrust in and out, his pace slow and measured. I sucked hard, swirling my tongue around the head and teasing the sensitive spot just beneath.
Tasting the hint of myself and him on his cock.
He groaned, a low, rough sound, and the heat of it sent a shudder racing through me.
His cock was already growing hard again, the thickness filling my mouth, and I knew he was far from finished with me. I sucked harder, the bitter saltiness of his pre-cum coating my tongue, and he grunted, his grip tightening.
My eyes flicked up, meeting his dark gaze, and the intensity of his expression made my heart skip a beat. There was no mistaking the raw hunger in his eyes, the sheer, primal desire.
I wanted more of it. I moaned, the sound muffled by his cock, and he growled, his hands fisting in my hair as his pace quickened.
He thrust deeper, his cock pumping in and out of my mouth. He was growing harder, thicker, and I sucked greedily, taking everything that he gave me.
His pace quickened, his thrusts becoming faster, rougher. I gagged when he hit the back of my throat, but he didn’t relent.
I couldn’t take much more of this. I was exhausted and so well-used that he could put me to bed and I would pass right out.
Just as my jaw began to ache, his cock twitched, and a second later, he came. Hot, thick spurts of cum filled my mouth, coating my tongue, and I struggled to swallow it all. I pulled back, gasping, and a few drops escaped, trailing down my chin.
He smirked, his thumb reaching out and collecting the sticky white mess before pressing it between my lips.
Then, with a single finger, he lifted my chin and gazed down into my eyes.
“There’s a good girl,” he praised, and his words wrapped around me like a warm embrace. I shivered, hating how much I enjoyed them.
“So was all of this your price for getting me out of trouble, or was it my punishment for getting in trouble in the first place?” I asked, my voice shaky.
“It’s a little bit of both and also neither. I decided I was going to have you, and I’m the kind of man that always gets what he wants,” he answered.
“You’re an asshole,” I muttered, and he lightly wrapped his hand around my upper arm and guided me upward until I was standing on my still shaky legs.
I had no idea what he was going to do next.
Would he bend me over the back of the couch and take me like that? Would he make me climb on top of him and ride him, or would he have me on all fours and fuck me from behind?
As if reading my mind, his hand drifted lower, his palm splaying against the curve of my ass, and I flinched, still sore from both his hand and his belt.
“Would you like to come for me again?” he asked.
I blinked, surprised by the question, and hesitated.
This was wrong. So, so wrong. And yet…
My heart skipped a beat.
“Yes,” I breathed, my voice barely a whisper.
With a soft chuckle, he reached between my legs and pinched my clit hard enough to make me cry out. The pain shot straight to my core, and I would have collapsed if his arm hadn’t snaked around my waist at the same moment.
“The next time you come for me, it’ll be with my cock deep in that tight little ass,” he growled.
Then he smacked my right cheek.
Hard.
I bit back a scream as he landed one more on the opposite side, my hand slipping around his waist as his lips descended to meet mine.
He kissed me just as hard as he’d fucked me.
His lips crashed into mine with the same deliberate force as everything else he did—unrelenting, purposeful, and completely overwhelming. My breath hitched, and for a moment, I forgot everything else: the sting still radiating across my bare ass, the trembling in my thighs, the cum drying on my legs.
He tasted like control, all-consuming and unapologetic, and I couldn’t stop the way my body responded, melting into him despite everything that had just happened between us. His hand slid up my back, fingers curling around the nape of my neck as he deepened the kiss, stealing the breath from my lungs and any semblance of resistance I thought I had left.
I hated him for this—for how easily he unraveled me, for how he managed to turn my anger into something hotter, more dangerous, and completely unrecognizable. But I hated myself more for wanting it. For wanting him. For wanting more.
My hand slipped around his waist, clutching at him like it might somehow anchor me. He kissed me harder, his teeth catching my lower lip just enough to make me gasp, and when he finally pulled back, I was shaking—not from fear or pain, but from the raw intensity that still lingered between us.
The room felt impossibly quiet, save for the sound of my ragged breathing. I couldn’t meet his eyes, not when I knew what he’d see there. My cheeks burned, and I felt a fresh wave of heat flood me as I forced the words out.
“Thank you for helping me,” I muttered, barely able to hear myself over the pounding of my pulse.
His lips curved into a faint smirk, and his hand lingered on my hip, his thumb brushing lightly over my skin.
“What was that, love?” he asked, cocking his head.
My face burned hotter, and I swallowed hard, my gaze fixed firmly on the floor.
“Thank you, sir,” I murmured, the words feeling foreign and utterly shameful on my tongue.
He chuckled, the sound low and dangerous, and I hated how it made my stomach twist.
“Good girl,” he said simply, his voice carrying the same unshakable authority that had pinned me in place all night. “Now get yourself in the shower and get ready. It’s time I took you out to dinner.”