Page 114 of Lesson In Faith

He heard her breathing pick up, huffing quickly through her nose before she exploded with a keening sob. Claiming her with long, hard thrusts, he kept the rhythm slow and steady, knocking the air from her lungs with a grunt.

Because he was an asshole and rather enjoyed the clench of her cunt when he did so, he continued to smack her ass lightly. “Come on, Tamsyn, you can be more repentant than this. Give it to me.”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“I know you are, darlin’. Still, you’re gonna give me every last bit of remorse and guilt until it doesn’t hurt you anymore. Gonna fuck you hard, harder, until you understand it was an accident.” A simple yet painful accident, he thought, that would likely be remembered twenty years from now. “Can’t hear you screaming, Tamsyn.”

Hands fisting in the covers, she almost faceplanted the bed as her elbows tried to buckle. Remembering her cast was a hindrance rather than a help, Merrick set his palm between her shoulder blades, urging her forward.

“Go down, little owl. It’s okay. Cheek on the covers, arms out in front of you. That’s it, good girl.” As she obeyed, he followed her, hunching over her back to press his fists into the mattress on either side of her head. The position was easier for her to maintain, but for the love of Christ, it tightened her up when her pussy needed no encouragement. “Keep this ass up. Nice and high. Gives me something to pound against,” he added, smacking the outside of her thigh this time.

When she yelped, the tears came on its heels.

Perfect, now they were making progress.

Bracing his weight on his forearms, Merrick surged deep, testing both their limits. She was taking him well, milking his shaft fiercely despite the circumstances—he wondered if he could drag her thoughts on the matter out of her after the deed was done, confirm whether she was secretly aroused by being punished.

His guess was no; she was too much of a people pleaser to misbehave for a spanking or a rough fuck. A brat, she was not.

Wedging his thighs up against the back of hers, he let loose. Fast, hard pumps of his hips, riding her like a demon. Wet sucking sounds warred with her choked gasps; the clap of his flesh against hers eclipsed her shocked cries.

She felt tiny beneath him, and yet fit him perfectly. While it wasn’t difficult to imagine squashing her if he made a wrong move, and even though this position was incredibly dominant, his emotions were more on the possess and protect wavelength.

“Merrick, please.”

He ignored her, grinding deep. She still had another inch or so to take before he owned her completely, and he knew she could do it. All he needed was to press the right buttons, find the perfect angle, and he’d sink inside her to the balls.

“Master Merrick,” she whimpered, her cheek rubbing over the covers in time with his thrusts. “I can’t… please… I need…”

Such pretty begging, he mused. “Not gonna stop you from coming, darlin’. Come whenever you feel like you deserve it. Good girls get all the orgasms they want, don’t they?”

Her small scream of frustration told him she hadn’t forgiven herself yet. Even though she quivered around him, her pussy practically vibrating with the need to come, her own mental block was preventing a physical release.

She turned her face into the bed. “I’m a bad girl.”

“No, you’re not. Darlin’, you’re as far from being a bad girl as we are from New York goddamn City. Swear to God there’s a halo hovering over your head.” He grinned and kissed her shoulder, setting his teeth against her flesh. “I suppose if you really think you’re a bad, bad girl, I can just shove my cock up your ass right now and really fuck the wickedness out.”

She squeaked, hips hunching to defend her ass, and changed the angle of his penetration just enough for him to rut the last inch of his shaft into her. He bottomed out, grimly satisfied with her yelping cries, reaching between her legs to seek out her clit and flick the protruding nub of nerves with his fingernail.

She bucked, slamming her ass against his groin, manically bouncing her pussy on his cock as it spasmed around him. Muscles tightened around his shaft like ropes, strangling him from tip to root.

Fuck, yes.

“Good girl,” he growled darkly. “Fuck yourself on my cock, darlin’. Good girls get to fuck their Doms this way. Good girls come all over a cock,” he added with a groan, his eyes almost crossing as she continued to bounce, shoving his cock in and out of her cunt as it spasmed in brutally tight pulses. “Fuck, Tamsyn. I can’t fucking wait to take this pussy raw and fill it up with my cum. Keep right on fucking you so it drips off your pussy lips, smears down the inside of your thighs. Marks you in the most primal way imaginable.”

She cried out, going limp and trying to slide forward.

“Oh no, darlin’, gonna do that again. And again.” The thrill of it was the only thing stopping him from blowing his load then and there.

Shuddering, her back lifting and falling with rapid breaths, she shook her head. “Bad girl.”

“Oh, still?” Merrick tsked and hoisted her hips higher. Pulling out of her abused pussy, he guided his crown against her rosebud, only keeping the condom on because it was so slick with her juices, he didn’t need lube. “Are you sure about that, darlin’? Are you absolutely, positively sure you’re still a bad girl?”

She gave up, gave in, surrendering with a hiccupping sigh. “I don’t know.”

“Let me tell you then,” he said gruffly, sliding his crown back to her pussy and slamming in to the hilt. Her scream was part delight, parthell no, with a sweet, high note of masochism humming underneath it all. “I’m the one who decides if you’re good or bad, Tamsyn. Me, not you.”

Her fingers clawed at the covers, sweat starting to trickle down her spine.

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