Page 14 of Tick Tock, Boom!

She looked up at me, licking her lips. “Both… please.”

I chuckled darkly, stepped behind her, and cracked the belt across her ass. She gasped, jolted, but didn’t move away. Red welts bloomed on her soft skin, and my cock throbbed behind my zipper.

“Count.”

“...One,” she whimpered.

Another lash.

“Two.”

Again. Harder.

“Three, Sir.”

I dropped the belt after five. Enough to mark her. Enough to remind her who she fucking belonged to now.

I knelt behind her, dragged my tongue up the welted curve of her ass, then buried my face between her legs like a man starved. She cried out, clawing at the floor, back arching into me like she couldn’t get close enough. Her slick pussy coated my tongue, sweet and messy, just the way I liked.

“You taste like trouble,” I murmured against her inner thigh. “And I’m the Bastard who eats trouble for breakfast.”

She didn’t respond. She couldn’t. Not with her thick thighs shaking and her moans getting louder, not with my mouth on her.

I licked her like a fucking savage, long, slow strokes, circling her clit with the flat of my tongue before sucking it between my lips. She gasped, writhed beneath me, her hips lifting off the bench like she didn’t know if she wanted to run or beg for more.

I held her down with one firm hand on her back, the other sliding over her hip to spank her ass hard enough to make her squeal.

“My kitten,” I growled into her pussy before sliding beneath her thighs, burying my tongue deeper. I flicked and thrust, tasting every drop of her sweet heat until she was writhing over me, her hands gripping the edge of the bench, needing to anchor herself if not she may fly apart.

She came with a scream, thighs clamping around my head as her body convulsed, her back arching in a perfect bow. Her orgasm was violent and wild, unfiltered, like it had been clawing to be set free. She shuddered and trembled, the slick rush of her release coating my mouth, and I didn’t stop. I licked her through every wave, every tremble, until she was gasping and whimpering against my face.

When I finally pulled back, my mouth was wet with her, my beard slick, and my cock so fucking hard it hurt. She’d made me lose control and I’d make her pay for that, eventually. I had time.

“You’re mine,” I said low, grabbing her hair and yanking her head back just enough to make her gasp. “No other man touches you. No one else gets to make you come like that.”

She whimpered. “Do you understand?”

A soft, trembling, “Yes…”

“You know what this patch is, don’t you?”

She looked down at the leather and I could see her swallow hard before giving me a quick nod.

“You know what I’m capable of, correct? It’s why you ran away?”

“Y…yes.”

“Yes, what?” I growled in her ear.

“Y…yes, Sir.”

“Good girl,” I purred, sliding my hand out of her hair, stroking it lightly.

Satisfied, I stood, leaving her there, her perfect ass in the air, still shaking, still quivering from the way I wrecked her with my tongue. I knew she needed more from me, but I didn’t just give it freely. If she wanted to play my game then she’d play by my rules.

I smiled as I slid onto my bike, the taste of her still on my tongue. My cock lurched but I ignored it. The soft roar of the engine was a lot quieter now while a single thought fluttered in mind as I sped off.

She was mine. All fucking mine.

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