Chapter 30 Dimitri #2
I leaned in, pressing my front flush against hers.
I could feel the tiny curve of her growing stomach, the swell of her breasts—larger now than the last time I’d licked, sucked, and bitten them.
“I think you came here tonight because you like pushing me.” My lips brushed against the shell of her ear, and her shuddering breath skated across my skin.
“You crave my attention.” I sucked on her neck, savoring her soft whine. “You’re desperate for my touch.”
She shook her head but arched against me, grinding her body against mine. She felt the magnetic pull between us just as strongly as I did.
I dragged my hand around her ass cheek until my fingers flicked against her cunt. She was drenched, and I held in a groan. “Are you needy? Do you need me to take away the ache…Emma?”
Her breath hitched when she realized the game I was offering.
She arched her hips into my touch, breaths speeding up as I stroked her pussy, savoring the way her eyes fell shut and her head tipped back against the wall.
I pressed my thumb against her clit and she moaned.
Fuck, she was so wound up I bet I could make her come in seconds.
My lips nibbled at the smooth skin of her throat. “I can’t help you if I don’t know what you need.” I kept my tone even, but I fucking loved this. Antagonizing her. Teasing her. It felt like coming alive.
“I need—” She whined when I increased the pressure of my thumb on her clit.
I arched an eyebrow. “Yes?”
Her eyes flew open and she let out a little kitten growl. “Fuck me, Declan.”
My chest rumbled with satisfaction.
“Tsk. What naughty language.” I pressed the heel of my palm tight against her, and her breathy gasp made my cock strain even harder against my zipper. “Bad girls have to earn their pleasure. Turn around. Hands on the wall and present your ass to me.”
“Fuck you.” She shoved my chest, but I snatched her wrists, gathering them in one hand.
“Not until you accept your punishment.” I leaned in, barely brushing my lips against hers. “Come on, baby. I’ll give you everything you need if you obey.” I could already be balls deep in her right now, but the beast inside me was clawing for control. I needed her submission.
I plunged two fingers inside her, groaning at how warm she was, and she cried out as she tried to get the friction she craved.
I didn’t give it to her. I kept my fingers still, resisting all my instincts to make her fall apart.
Slowly, torturously, I pulled my fingers out completely and brought them to my mouth, sucking them clean.
She watched every movement, eyes wide and pupils dilated.
I stepped away. “Have it your way.”
My hand was on the door handle when she broke the silence.
“Wait.”
Thank fuck. Another second and I would have broken.
I slowly turned to face her. “Yes?”
“Fine. I’ll take the punishment.” Her words dripped with acid.
I flipped the lock on the door and crossed my arms. “You know what to do.”
Her cheeks were bright red. Was it from embarrassment? Anger? It didn’t matter. All that mattered was she was dripping with arousal, the humiliation getting her off even if she hated it.
Slowly, like she knew every second was torture for me, she faced the wall and pressed her palms against it.
“Lift your skirt above your ass.”
I kept my voice even, but squeezed my cock to keep myself from coming in my pants. This was the hottest fucking moment of my life.
She muttered under her breath and I was sure she would refuse, but she must have been even hornier than I thought because she did it—dragged the hem of her tight little skirt over her golden ass cheeks.
She was wearing a thong, the tiny string doing nothing to hide her from me. I gripped the waistband of her panties and pulled hard, savoring her squeal as she stood on her tiptoes to escape the tight pressure of the skimpy fabric splitting her pussy lips and ass cheeks.
She gasped, her fingers clawing at the wall to gain purchase.
“Dirty girl,” I hummed. “You like that pressure against your asshole. I wonder how hard you’d come if I took you there.” I moved my other hand so I could press my thumb against her back entrance. She whimpered, but stayed where she was.
“Imagine my thick cock pressing into that tight little hole. You would clench around me so hard as I stretched you out, pushing my way inside as you struggled to take me. But you wouldn’t tell me to stop because you want to please me. To be a good girl. Isn’t that right?”
“Please.” She let out a sob. “Please, please.”
I kept my fingers securely wrapped around the waistband of her panties while my other hand cracked down hard on her ass cheek. She cried out, her hands forming fists against the wall, but then she arched her back, offering her ass to me.
I smacked my hand down again on the opposite cheek and then froze, heart pounding. “Wait. Is this okay to do? With you being pregnant?”
She glanced at me over her shoulder, eyes soft. “Um, yeah. As long as you just hit my butt.”
My throat felt weirdly tight at the tenderness in her expression, and the things she made me feel. “You sure?”
Her cheeks flushed even darker. “I asked about it.”
My cock grew so fucking hard at her confession I was on the verge of coming in my pants again. But this was about punishment. About asserting my authority and getting each other off. That was all there was to it.
I gave her panties a firm tug before resuming her spanking. I kept my hits light, feeling strangely protective. Her ass cheeks grew pink and her gasps turned into whimpers.
I released her underwear and pressed my body flush against her back. She squirmed at the pressure against her red skin and I grinned, feeling the constant restlessness inside me finally settle.
“Have you learned your lesson, darling?”
The term of endearment was out of my mouth before I could stop it.
“Yes,” she said.
My hands smoothed up her torso until they reached her breasts from behind and I squeezed. Fuck, they felt so good. I needed to see them. I spun her around and pulled her tiny top up to reveal her tits covered in a black lace bra.
“Will you ever wear something like this again where other men can see you?”
Defiance danced in her eyes. She shrugged.
Fucking shrugged.
She trailed her hand down my chest. “Depends on what mood I’m in.”
My teeth clicked together and I gripped her jaw, skimming my lips against hers. “My punishment must not have left a strong enough impression.”
She hummed and her hand continued down my body until she cupped my cock. I thrust into her hand without meaning to. “Siren,” I muttered.
She tightened her hold on my dick.
“Is that pretty pussy pulsing with need? Does it need to be stretched around my thick cock?”
“Yes.”
“That’s right. So desperate to be fucked. I’m going to fill you with my cum until it’s dripping down your legs, so that when you walk out of this club, every person knows who you belong to.” I didn’t give her a chance to respond before crashing my lips against hers. She tasted so fucking sweet.
“Take me out,” I growled, thrusting my aching erection against her. “Now.”
She fumbled slightly with my zipper, her movements made even more difficult by my refusal to create any distance between us. Finally, her soft hand surrounded my cock and she drew it out. I groaned at how good it felt, but when she squeezed, I lost all control.
My hand pinned both of her wrists to the wall above her head. She was stretched out and helpless, her eyes wide and plush lips parted. I grabbed the back of her knee with my other hand, pushing her open and her panties askew so I had enough room to thrust inside her.
Tight heat surrounded me, so good and overwhelming it stole my breath. Her eyes squeezed shut at the stretch, and I kissed her until she softened around me.
“That’s it. Let me inside you.”
I pulled almost all the way out and thrust inside her again, this time not stopping until I was balls-deep, pinning her to the wall with my hips and cock.
“Declan,” she breathed.
My rhythm faltered at hearing my fake name on her lips. It was fitting, because that was all this was—fake. Using each other’s bodies just to feel something.
I released her wrists and pinched her nipple through the lace bra and swallowed her moan with my lips. Her hips moved with mine in perfect rhythm.
“I’m close,” she gasped. Her nails dug into my back and I groaned. I wanted her marks on me, layered over the scars that only held pain.
“I know, baby. Your cunt is fucking milking my cock.” My thumb hovered over her clit and she arched forward, trying to get my touch. But I didn’t give it.
“Please,” she said, frustration lining her voice.
I pulled out almost all the way and thrust back in, filling her completely. She cried out at the intensity of it, wiggling her hips and clenching down, although I wasn’t sure if she was trying to pull me deeper or ease the pressure. Either way, I wasn’t moving.
“Now you have a choice.”
Quick puffs of air tickled my neck.
“Choice one—be a good girl for me and promise to never wear something like this again unless it’s just for my eyes, and I’ll let you come. If you refuse to submit, I’ll fill you with my cum and leave you wanting.”
“Fuck you,” she spat.
My lips curved into a smile. “I hope that defiance is worth it when you’re desperate and empty.
And if you’re thinking you can just make yourself come to take away the ache, think again.
I will bind your hands until we get home and then tie you to the bed, so no matter how hard you try, you won’t be able to touch yourself. ”
“You wouldn’t.” She scoffed in anger and disbelief, her nose turning up, but a spark of doubt flickered in her eyes.