Chapter 3 #2
It had been a little present to myself after surviving the ordeal.
The color he’d chosen for me to wear. I pushed my hand against his chest, wrapping my fingers around his shirt as he fingered my inner thigh, the tips coming dangerously close to my soaked thong.
The rush of heat was intense, sharp and insistent to the point I could no longer breathe.
He slipped his hand between my thighs and my legs began to shake. Every action he took was demanding, including the way he ripped one arm over my head then the other, wrapping my wrists in heat and sweat from his huge hand.
With his eyes pinned on mine, he pressed his fingers past the lace and elastic of my thong, slipping past my swollen folds.
“Oohh…” The single moan was as scattered as the rapid thrum of my pulse.
“Wet and hot. Were you that way through dinner?”
“Yes.” Why lie to him. He would know.
A corner of his mouth lifted and he added another finger, curling them and somehow managing to hit that perfect spot. I was on my toes, fighting with his hold as he teased my pussy. He rolled his thumb around my clit, driving me to the point of seeing colorful stars.
“Oh, my God. Oh. My.” The words were muted, strangled and with the smile on his face, I knew I was pleasing him.
Because I was surrendering without hesitation. Without question.
With my eyes closed, I felt a sweet lull fall over me and without hesitation or embarrassment, I ground against his hand.
Every sound he made spun my mind and my body out of control.
He slowed his actions, pumping into me with ruthless abandon.
The sweet lingering of being lost in the moment became a powerful display of his full control.
We both knew it. There was no sense in denying the way he’d taken full control of me.
He drove his fingers in deeper, claiming every inch as if making a point. I twisted in his hold, panting and writhing as he stretched my muscles. His rhythm was perfect, driving me to the point of letting go completely.
Another husky growl slipped from his mouth as he held me, confining me into enduring his pleasure. I tossed my head to the side, grinding harder while he thrust with crazed abandon. The moment was intense and I lost myself, the orgasm slamming brutally against my system.
“Yes. Oh. Oh. Oh…”
I wasn’t certain how long my body remained on the sweet precipice, but suddenly, I felt a sense of loss and opened my eyes.
He lifted his hand, highlighting his slickened fingers. When he rubbed them back and forth across my lips, he didn’t need to instruct me to open my mouth.
“Good girl.” Why did his praise thrill me? He pumped his fingers into my mouth several times then suddenly, he backed away completely.
I almost stumbled forward, catching myself just before I did. With his chest rising and falling, the look on his face had become predatory.
His hands lowered to his belt. He was taking his time unfastening it.
“To the bed. Now.”
His command was harsh and dark, but something I craved.
Everything with him was so unusual and I found myself obeying him.
He turned to watch me just as he was tugging the strap free from his belt loops.
I couldn’t take my eyes off what he was doing because I knew he was preparing to use the belt on me.
For a hard spanking.
Just like he’d promised.
Why was I tingling all over? Why was I breathless with anticipation, my pussy clenching? I licked my bottom lip, realizing it was swollen.
“Remove your clothes.”
Another command I obeyed, although I took my time doing so. He moved closer, placing the belt on the bed before stripping off his shirt.
When I was standing completely naked, I crossed my arms over my chest and instantly he shook his head. “Never cover yourself from me. Never keep yourself from me.”
As I dropped my arms, I marveled at how gorgeous he was, so strong and muscular, perfect carved abs that had me salivating in my longing to lick the outline.
When he removed his trousers and boxers, my knees felt weak all over again.
His cock was huge, long and hard, throbbing to the point the veins were pronounced.
My mouth watered, the desire to taste him as unexpected as what we were doing.
His smile broadened when I lowered my gaze to his massive cock. “On the bed. I’m going to teach you about consequences of being a bad girl.”
I lingered just long enough he offered a stern look that sent another wave of shivers through every inch of me. But I found myself obeying again, even tugging a pillow from the top of the bed to lie on.
I’d never wished for a spanking in my life. I couldn’t remember receiving one as a child and I certainly had never allowed a boyfriend to touch me in such a way. Maybe because I hadn’t trusted them enough.
He crowded my space, brushing the tips of his fingers down my spine. I folded my arms, barely able to control my emotions even as my body betrayed me, my pussy aching more than before.
His fingers touched me in my most intimate places, creating a wave of need so strong I continued to writhe. The anticipation was already killing me, the heat of his fingers keeping my breathing shallow.
I was shocked when he snapped the belt across my backside. I’d caught myself in the sound instead of the action, biting back an involuntary cry. He’d brought another one down before I realized what he’d done and suddenly the blast of pain was more intense than I’d imagined.
Pushing up from the bed, I gasped for air.
“Breathe for me, Valentina. Just breathe.” The sudden softness of his voice and the sweet caress of his fingers on my burning skin was exactly what I needed. I fell back to the bed, sucking on my bottom lip. “Good girl.”
A smile crossed my face as he resumed the spanking. There was another flutter of desire even as the bout of anguish kept me on edge. He knew exactly what he was doing, skilled in the art of discipline.
For some crazy reason that only made him seem that much sexier. How was that possible? With four more strikes, two of them catching the tops of my thighs, I bit back a shriek.
“Shit. Shit. Shit.” My fingers twisted around the bedding, pulling and jerking as I kicked my legs out. I didn’t care if I was highlighting my disobedience.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take it any longer, he returned to soothing me, brushing his fingers down my spine to my bottom. He took his time rubbing between my legs before pushing them open a little wider. The single tap meant he wasn’t finished.
I lost count in the volley of sharp snaps, the thick strap hitting me perfectly. The heat of my skin was explosive, but the wetness between my legs was even more powerful.
Vaguely aware he’d tossed the belt aside, I remained in a dreamy state even as he turned me over. The sight of him caused my breath to hitch.
There was almost a crazed look of hunger in his eyes as if he was finished with waiting to get what he’d wanted since the moment I’d walked into the restaurant.
He grabbed my legs, jerking me to the edge of the bed.
Without a second lost, he lifted and spread me wide for himself.
This was when I should feel completely vulnerable, but around him, I simply felt sexy and unbridled.
He certainly didn’t need to instruct me what to do.
I wrapped my legs around his waist just before he thrust into me with one savage plunge.
A gasp ripped from my throat from the size of him as my muscles were unnaturally stretched.
He was huge, his cock filling me completely.
When he pulled out, I moaned again, pushing my hands against him just before he pounded into me with such a frantic rhythm there was no chance of catching my breath.
With one hand I clawed at his arm, trying to hold on for dear life. His face was pinched, his eyes penetrating mine with such intensity I could get lost in them all over again.
Delirious with desire, I tossed my head back and forth, shocked how incredible this felt. “Fuck. Hudson. Oh, my God. So… Big.”
“You needed this, Valentina. You needed a hard fucking.”
“Yes. Yes.”
He grabbed one leg then the other, pulling both up higher on his chest before leaning over.
As he stared down at me, his voluptuous lips keeping my attention, he fucked me even harder.
I was spinning out of control, unable to see clearly or form any words.
He was driving me to the point of sheer ecstasy.
The headboard slammed against the wall. His growls became more intense.
A slight giggle erupted because this was exactly what savage fucking and losing all control was supposed to be like.
I tried to keep my eyes on him, longing to watch every expression on his face, but with every brutal stroke it was becoming more difficult to do anything but to allow the fantasy to kick in. This was incredible, everything I’d hungered for.
As a wave of pleasure unlike anything I’d known crashed over me, a scream erupted from my lips. His response was immediate and powerful. He collapsed over me, capturing my mouth and taking the sharp cry. He continued thrusting, every stroke harder than the one before.
We were a tangled mess, beads of sweat from him tickling my skin. But I loved it. Every single second. He yanked my arms over my head, clasping our fingers together.
Another beautiful rush of wildfire fell over me, the orgasm even more powerful than the one before. Now, colorful stars crowded my vision. So bright. So beautiful.
He broke the kiss, pushing up on one arm so he could return to watching me in the throes of passion. The moment was breathtaking. Every muscle in his body tensed, the thick cords on his neck more pronounced. His entire body seemed to coil, his breathing little more than ragged growls.
When he closed his eyes, throwing back his head, I clenched my muscles. Every thrust was wilder, harder. Faster. He was losing control and I was loving every minute of it. His guttural sounds were short lived, his entire body shaking as he erupted deep inside.
With a single sharp cry, he lowered his head, a smile curling across his face.
We were both sweaty, both basking in the warmth and glow of our sinful act. Seconds passed. Maybe minutes. “Have you learned your lesson?”
“Which one? About being a bad girl?”
“That one.”
I pressed my hand against his chest, digging my nails into his skin. “Absolutely not.”
His laugh was short lived. “Then I guess you better be ready. I won’t let you out of my sight until you do.”