Chapter 17
SEVENTEEN
Willow
I can't believe this is happening. When Anya told me what happened with the guys out on the golf course, I was in awe. I honestly didn’t know what to think, but the fact that Brock defended my honor? I think I swooned on the spot.
There’s something about Brock that I can't deny anymore. Even now, as Brock looks into my eyes while I tear off my clothes, there's pure possession there. It's like he knows he owns me, and I sort of think he does.
Even if this is only for now, while we're both in Vegas, whatever stipulations we put on this exchange, it’s insane how badly I want him.
And I do want him.
I remove my panties as Brock watches me like a hawk. Like a starving man, desperate for food.
I climb onto the bed as Brock licks his lips, and then drags his lower lip between his teeth. It’s sexy, and nearly makes me feral.
It’s never been like this before in my life. My heart is literally trying to beat out of my chest. I’m so turned on that even the simplest breeze could cause me to erupt.
Brock stares at me, like really studies me, and it almost makes me nervous. I cover myself, and squeeze my legs together.
Brock shakes his head. “No, don’t do that, Willow. I want to memorize every inch of you.”
My eyes widen. “But why? That’s not very sexy.” How could he seriously want to memorize every inch of me? I’m too self-conscious. It makes me nervous, and Brock steps closer to the edge of the bed, unbuckling his belt.
“You have no idea what you do to me. You make me so goddamn hard I can’t stand it. I want to see you, Willow. I think I’ve always wanted to see you.”
I shake my head. “You don’t need to lie to me, Brock.” I don’t want my heart to get hurt. I don’t want to believe anything he’s telling me.
“Fine,” he says, undoing his jeans and lowering them down his broad legs. “You want me to take charge, don’t you? Tell you that if you don’t let me see all of you I’ll punish you again.”
My smile spreads slowly. “What if I like your punishments?”
Once he steps out of his jeans, he removes his shirt. “You won’t like this punishment. I can promise you that.”
I almost want to challenge him in some small way, but with the look he’s giving me right now, I’m thinking I won’t like it, but I have to try. Test him a little. See how much he can give and take. I grab the comforter, covering my body further and Brock’s nostrils flare.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” he asks.
I giggle. “Maybe I want to be punished.”
Brock leans over, grabbing his belt from his jeans. “You’re going to be begging me to fuck you, and I’m not going to give you my fucking cock until I’m ready.” He snaps the belt in his hands, and the sound echoes throughout the room.
My eyes widen. “What if I take it from you?”
He scoffs at me. “Willow, I know how badly you want this cock,” he fists his dick in his hands, “and trust me, you’ll definitely be sore tomorrow.”
“How sore?”
“You won’t be able to sit through the rehearsal dinner once I’m through with you.” The last of his clothing is removed, and he sits on the bed. “Now get your ass over here. I need to spank it.”
“With your belt?” My mind goes blank. I don’t think I’ve ever been spanked by a belt, and I’m wondering how badly it’ll hurt.
Brock twists a little to stare at me. “No, not with the belt. I’m going to spank you with my hand. The belt is to keep your hands bound.”
I tilt my head, giving Brock my best puppy dog eyes, and link my wrists in front of me. “Please don’t spank me too hard,” I say in my best pouty voice.
His dick throbs. “Over my lap you go,” he says, and after he binds my wrists together with the belt, I lay down over his lap, my ass in the air. “Have you been a good girl?”
Brock’s got one hand on my upper back, the other is in the air, ready to make contact with my butt, and my adrenaline is pumping. It’s skyrocketing.
I’m nervous, excited, and turned on all at the same time.
“Have you?” Brock asks.
I shake my head, and whisper, “No.”
His hand makes contact and the pain is quickly squashed by his hand, rubbing the tender flesh. “God, you’re so fucking hot, Willow.”
He keeps rubbing until the pain subsides like he’s got the playbook to how I’m feeling, and then he raises his hand once more.
I whimper.
“Now that we’ve established you’ve been a naughty girl, are you going to be good?”
I nod. “Yes, please,” I scream out. “I’ll be a good girl.”
His hand makes contact once more and the resounding smack reverberates throughout the room. He quickly rubs away the pain. “Your little ass is so tight,” he whispers, rubbing.
I glance up at him, trying desperately to see his face, and his eyes turn me on. My insides turn to molten lava when I gaze into his eyes.
It’s like he’s in a trance, his hardness pressing against my chest. I’ve never wanted anyone more.
I need to beg for it. If that’s what he’s looking for, I’ll do it. I’m so turned on.
“Brock, please fuck me,” I say, hoping this is what he needs to hear.
“I’m not convinced you’re going to be a good girl for me.”
“I promise, I’ll be whatever you want me to be. Just please…” my words fall away as his hand smacks my ass cheek. He rubs away the pain like he’s done the other times, and I start thrusting my hips to relieve the ache growing deep in my core.
“Oh, I like hearing you beg me for it, Willow. Keep going.”
“I need you, Brock. Please,” I’m nearly crying for it, that’s how turned on I am. Like if I don’t get his big fat dick inside me, I just might die.
And no, that’s not me being melodramatic. It’s the truth.
I need his dick.
It’s the biggest I’ve ever seen, and part of me wonders what it’ll feel like once he’s thrusting deep inside me.
He spanks me once more. “Tell me you’ll do anything for it. Tell me you’ll be my good little girl. Fuck, you turn me on so much.”
Same. He turns me on so badly.
“I’ll do whatever you want, Brock, please. Fuck me. Make me your good girl.”
That works, because he whisks me off him in one fluid movement, and next thing I know he’s on top of me, my legs wrapped around his body.
His hand trails down my body, in between the valley of my breasts, and further south. He toys with my clit, pushing a finger deep inside me. “Your pussy is so fucking wet for me.”
My hands rest on his shoulders, my fingernails digging into his flesh. “You make me so wet,” I tell him. “Soaked.”
He pushes the head of his dick at my entrance. “Ah, you feel so fucking good.” He pushes a tiny bit more in, before he retracts and moves off me.
I prop up on my elbows. “What’s wrong?”
He pulls a condom out of his jean’s pocket. “Don’t want to end up like Shep and Felicity.”
“Good thinking, but I’m on the pill.”
Brock’s eyes widen, momentarily stoic with his hand raised in the air, condom in between his fingers. “Seriously?”
I nod. “And I’m clean, promise.”
He flings the condom across the room. “Willow, I’ve never fucked bare before. I don’t know how long…” his words fall away as he mounts the bed, and then me.
“I don’t care. Just get inside me already.”
Brock smiles down on me. “So bossy.” And then he plunges his dick deep inside me in one quick thrust.
Oh no. I think I just fell in love.