Page 37 of Killian's Vengeance

Before long, his hand was once again between my legs and all that pain transformed into an almost hypnotic pleasure. Everything that had previously signaled agony had gotten swallowed by the ecstasy now humming through my system like a narcotic. I squirmed and moaned as his rough fingers found every sensitive, pleasure-giving nerve ending, my muscles quivering and tightening as I surged toward orgasm, but just as it was about to happen, he stopped.

“No! Don’t sto—'' I groaned but was abruptly cut off when I felt the slap of his palm directly on my pussy.

Oh my god, did that fucking hurt. I howled in pain, but soon those tormenting fingers returned to my throbbing clit, pushing me up the ladder again. The searing heat that had initially been processed as pain, was again, transformed into bliss.

“You’re going to come from me slapping your pussy alone.”

What? Hell no.

I shook my head, not having a shred of faith I could do such a thing. “No, I can’t.”

“You can. You will,” he amended sternly.

I opened my mouth to say something. Red? No? Stop? I didn’t know because before a word was spoken, two fingers spread the lips of my sex while his hand slapped vigorously. Tears poured out of my eyes as I howled in distress, my lips shaping the word that would stop my suffering. Then he slid fingers inside me, hammering my g-spot with surgical precision as his thumb stimulated my clit.

His agile fingers were causing a supernova of sizzling pleasure to well up inside me, every muscle in my body tensed in anticipation of the most powerful orgasm of my life.

And he stopped.

I begged him to finish, but I think it came out a tangle of gibberish. Ignoring my garbled demands, he returned to slapping my pussy, but instead of the anticipated pain, pleasure rolled through me like a surging tide. His fingers landed directly on my clit and, unbelievably, I knew if he slapped it again, I would go off like Chinese New Year.

And that was exactly what happened. He delivered one last hit and I was struck with a pleasure so profound, so intense that I nearly blacked out. I heard myself hoarsely screaming, pulling and twisting against the restraints, making me fully aware of why I was strapped in. Waves of ecstasy continued to pour through my body as I heard his zipper slide down behind me.

Warm hands stroked my face, wiping my tear-drenched cheeks. “You are so fucking beautiful right now. Out of control, uninhibited, lost in pleasure. Fuck, I could keep you like this for days, Willa,” he said in a fervent voice, then he vanished just as quickly as he appeared.

The head of his cock nudged my slippery opening, and I was stunned to feel shards of desire stir inside me, though it was possible that I hadn’t stopped orgasming and it was all one combined experience.

“Willa, I’m going to fuck you so fucking hard, you’re going to feel my dick inside you for days,” he snarled, lust making his voice gritty and low.

He proceeded to pound into me, his hips slapping against my sore ass while my mind drifted blissfully from one plateau to another.

“Fuck, Willa, Fuck,” he gasped, the slapping sound coming more quickly as his hands gripped my hips in a hold that probably would leave bruises, but I felt no pain. Another crashing wave of orgasm floated down on me. “What I wouldn’t give to fill you with my come right now. Watch it drip out of that sweet pussy. My sweet pussy. Goddamn,” he groaned, his hands tightening on my hips as he jerked against me, as if his own words, his own visualization, had caused his orgasm.

He fell over me, his lips softly kissing the sweaty skin of my shoulders and back of my neck. His chest heaved against my back for a moment, his body weight blanketing me, grounding me. As if suddenly aware he collapsed on top of me, he jerked himself up and slowly withdrew causing me to flinch. That area was going to be out of commission for a while.

He hastily released me from the restraints and lifted my limp body from the bench, holding me against his chest. There was a small loveseat against the wall, and he sank into it, grabbing a nearby blanket and wrapping it around me. He held me against him as he rubbed my arms and my back, and I slowly emerged from the hazy cocoon that I had somehow entered. From spanking. Well, and mind-blowing sex.

A bottle of water magically appeared in front of me and I was suddenly very aware of my parched throat. I grabbed it and thirstily gulped it down.

“Easy,” he chided, pulling the bottle down.

I took one more sip then handed it back to him, feeling suddenly awkward and bashful. No wonder considering the position he’d just seen me in.

I darted a quick look at him and found him staring at me with a smile on his face. He only shook his head and pulled me back down on his chest. “Relax, Willa. You don’t have to start thinking yet.”

I smiled at how quickly he figured out what was happening inside my head. “That obvious, huh?”

“Incredibly. You were even frowning a little. Are you feeling shy now that you know you like me to spank your ass before I fuck you hard?”

I gasped and gave him a swat on the arm as he threw his head back and laughed. “Do you have to say it like that?” I said, my cheeks reddening at his candor.

“Of course. I love watching you get shy and embarrassed about how much you enjoy me punishing and fucking you.”

I covered my face with my hands. “Oh my god. Really?”

He put his arm around my shoulders and, once again, pulled me into him, his chest still rumbling with amusement. “Definitely.” He leaned his mouth toward my neck, biting my earlobe softly. “Fuck, you were so hot.”

Red hot, considering the condition of my ass.

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