13. Ava
Ava
The skin on my ass smarted from the spanking, but that paled in comparison to the sensation of Lycan sliding his fingers into my cunt.
Had I ever been so wet in my life? I didn’t know.
It didn’t matter. Fire sizzled in my veins as I pushed back on his hand.
I was supposed to stay still. I was supposed to be good.
But he pushed down inside of me, finding a pleasure center I didn’t even know I had, and I wanted more of it.
“Oh, that’s the spot, huh?” He laughed and dragged his fingers out only to surge them back in again at the same languid pace. “Have you been good enough for me to keep playing with it?”
“God, yes. Please, sir. Please.” The words tumbled out of my mouth. I was ravenous, a melted stick of butter burning in the summer sun. He could do anything he wanted, and I’d gladly oblige as long as he kept working me like that.
“There’s no God here, Trouble,” he said, removing his fingers to rub over my clit. “Only me.”
I whined and used his thighs as leverage to rut my pelvis toward him, begging for more.
“I told you to stay still,” he said, running his rough palm over my ass. I hissed from the burn. “Only good little sluts who listen get to come.”
I shouldn’t like the way he called me a slut.
I shouldn’t enjoy the complicated mix of praise and degradation.
After all, wasn’t I in this mess because I’d degraded myself?
But he said it was his job. That I gave him that power.
And when the weight of his words sank into my soul, I let them consume me.
In this scene, I was a slut for him. I was good for him. I was both and nothing and everything.
When I stopped squirming and hung my head over the side of his legs, he returned to his ministrations.
Plucking my clit. Squeezing it between his fingers.
Spearing his middle and ring finger inside me.
My cunt squeezed around them, the cool air in the room contrasting the hot slick running down the insides of my legs.
“There you go,” he said. “See, isn’t that so much easier?”
“Yes, sir.” I moaned and focused on the sensations—the warmth spreading from my cunt to my heart, the tingles shooting down my legs, the stiffness in my toes from curling against the floor. I was close. So, so close. Every nerve spun into a frenzy, coalescing into the way he stroked inside me.
“You’re almost there, aren’t you?” He ran his hand from my shoulder down my back to my ass, gripping each cheek where he’d punished me, sinking his nails into my tortured skin. The pain added to the euphoria and pushed me closer to that edge.
“Please,” I muttered. “Please let me come. I want to. I need it. Please, sir. Please.” I rambled nonsense, the filter between my brain and my mouth long since turned to mush.
“Hmm,” he replied. I thought he’d leave me hanging on the precipice of heaven and damnation.
But then one wet finger rubbed up against the entrance in my ass.
If it were anyone else, I would have stiffened and called the safeword.
No one had ever touched such a sensitive place.
But this was Lycan, and I’d marked yes to anal play on the checklist. I was far too gone in the scene to care.
When he applied a tiny bit of pressure, I wilted, and my entire body exploded.
I couldn’t control it. My muscles tensed, and my fangs elongated, and my back bowed off his lap.
The scent of our combined arousal filled my mouth, shooting down my throat.
Stars burst behind my eyelids. My cunt clenched and spasmed, and the sloppy, wet sounds rebounding off the walls added to the obscenity.
I came with the ferocity of a woman who’d buried that part of herself years ago only for it to burst out of its tomb with a vengeance.
I’d forgotten how amazing it felt to be with someone like this, to trust someone with my body and my soul and my vulnerability.
My world had tilted on its axis, and I’d never be the same.
“There it is,” he said with a hearty laugh, working me through it, rubbing me and fucking me like it was his pleasure and his orgasm. “Fuck, yes. Let it go, Trouble. Give it to me. All of it. You dirty little slut. I want it all. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
He said deplorable things while I moaned, rocking against his hand, riding it out. It seemed to go on forever until it hurt and I grew too sensitive and pulled away.
“Too much, huh?” He wrapped an arm under my chest to help me up. “Slowly now. There we go.”
My head swam from being upside down for so long, but Lycan was quick to help me into his lap, my legs dangling over one side. He looked wrecked, his eyes glowing, his cheeks flushed, his fangs long and glistening in the low light. I’d never seen anyone look more beautiful in their fury.
“My beautiful wife,” he said. “My darling Trouble. Come here.” He leaned me against his torso and rested my head against his chest, his racing heart pounding in my ears.
The tangy aroma of his scent drifted around us, entangling me in sex and lust and pheromones.
It had to be his bonding scent, but I didn’t know for sure.
In that post-climax bliss, I didn’t know anything, and I didn’t care.
“You did so good. You’re so amazing. You’re perfect. Made for me, aren’t you?”
He hugged me tight, grounding me in his presence, and planted kisses along my temple and the top of my head. I looked up to meet his gaze and smiled.
“You’re too good to me,” I said.
He laughed and kissed me tenderly, far too pure for someone who’d just had their finger in my ass. At the contact, his cock kicked between us, nudging up against my leg.
Oh.
Right.
Here I was, being selfish and taking a so-called punishment, and he’d gotten just as turned on. I was supposed to be the one pleasing him. I wanted to be that for him.
“Can I suck you off, sir?” I asked, doing my best to sound neutral and not too enthusiastic. If I wanted it too much, he might turn me down as an extension of my discipline, and I really wanted it.
Lycan ran a finger down my cheek and nudged my chin, tilting my head up so he could lean down to kiss me again. “In a minute.”
I tried not to let my disappointment show.
I’d wanted this since that night in the hotel.
I wanted to know the grip of his hands in my hair, the taste of his precum on my tongue, the sounds he’d make as he came and spilled down my throat.
And tried as I did to hide these desires, he saw right through my thinly veiled armor.
He chuckled and nodded to the space between his legs. “Alright. On your knees then. Arms behind your back.”
I scrambled off his lap, hurrying to get into position before he changed his mind. I grabbed my elbows and sat back on my heels, staring up at him while I waited for another command.
“So eager to be my little cock sleeve?” He tsked his teeth and stood, grabbing a pillow from the couch to drop down at my side. “Kneel on that. This will probably be over embarrassingly quick, but I still don’t want bruises in places I didn’t intentionally put them.”
I did as he asked, my heart pounding as I waited for him to circle in front of me. He approached like a predator, eyes gleaming, fangs on full display. When he stopped inches from my face, I licked my lips, opened my mouth, and stared up at him.
Towering over me with those glowing eyes and that cocky set to his mouth, he seemed like a fallen angel. A devil. A god and a world destroyer all rolled into one. And I was his devout disciple, willing to bear any terrible decree as long as he bestowed it upon me.
He undid his belt and yanked it from his pants, the leather’s swoosh through the fabric bouncing off the walls.
Then he pushed the button through the hole and pulled down the zipper, reaching inside to pull out his gorgeous cock.
I scooted closer, trying to ignore the clench in my cunt from wanting to be filled again.
“Stick out your tongue, pet.” When I did, he gripped the base of his cock and tapped the head against it, teasing me, perhaps even teasing himself. “I’ll start slow. But then I’m going to fuck your throat. Keep your hands behind your back, but if you need to stop, bring them to my thighs. Okay?”
“Yes, sir,” I said.
“There’s a good girl.”
When was the last time I’d given anyone a blow job? Years and years. For half a heartbeat, my self-consciousness took over.
I don’t know what I’m doing. How could I be good for him? How could I make it good for him when I—
“Shh.” He fed his cock inside my mouth before retreating. “I’ve got you, Trouble. Just seeing you like this is enough to make me explode. It’s going to take all my willpower not to come in two seconds.”
I tried to smile around his girth, but God, he was big.
I focused on the fierce look in his eyes, fire and danger dancing behind his glowing irises.
When he pulled out, I sucked, and when he surged in again, I tried to relax.
He wouldn’t hurt me. He gave me a way to get out if it became too much.
But I wanted to take it. I wanted to be enough for him in any way I could.
I’d almost lost myself in the feel of his velvety skin coasting over my tongue, the endless chatter in my mind quieting to a whisper, but movement caught my eye outside the window to my right. My inner beast hackled and growled, and I nearly stopped.
A pang bounced through my chest, tightening like a slipknot, yanking my focus. We were positioned at an angle that let me keep my head straight while glancing to the side.
Deep amber eyes glowed in the dark. The connection that had formed between Poe and me when we first met vibrated, pulling tight and snapping the tension in my heart.
Oh, God.
What am I doing? What happened to the plan?