Page 74 of Kage

Not like love pats.

No, they were full blown snaps of his huge palm against my tender skin.

Heat was not only building on my bottom, but deep within my core. I was also flushed and knew my face had to be beet red. It seemed strange the pain added to the pleasure.

Kage was like a man possessed, spanking me even harder. For a few beautiful moments, I felt like I was a very bad girl.

Like I deserved to be punished.

His growl turned into a dark chuckle and he switched hands, smacking the other side of my bottom at a rapid pace.

“Oh, fuck,” I somehow managed to whisper.

“You deserve a spanking.” His words sent a chill through me. “Snooping around. Not listening to me. Teasing me. You’re a bad girl. Aren’t you?”

I had no idea where the tone had come from or the words, but I was quick to respond. “Yes.”

He cracked his palm down one more time before gripping my hips with both hands as he’d done before.

“First, I’ll fuck you in the ass like you deserve. Then I’ll spank you on the bottom like you need.”

Maybe I was stunned by his words, but as he thrust in and out, I clawed the sofa. Stars made it impossible to focus, the jarring effect increasing. Wasn’t this what every girl fantasized about? Being taken and used, spanked like a bad girl by a man she considered hotter than sin?

He was an animal, refusing to stop even as he slipped one hand under my shirt, flicking his finger back and forth across my aching nipple. I just ached all over for him and because of him.

Being that way with him right now or at any time wasn’t the best way to be, but I couldn’t help myself.

He pinched my nipple, twisting it.

I closed my eyes again, surrendering to the pain.

And loving it.

Another moan.

A toss of my hair.

Another crack of his hand and I would have fallen face first into the cushion if my arms weren’t stiff.

How long was this man going to keep going? Beads of sweat were dripping onto my back. I could feel them the moment they splashed, ever so slowly rolling down both sides of me. He thrust more savagely until I wasn’t certain I could handle the intensity any longer.

When his body stiffened, I dropped my head in some crazy sense of relief. Not that I’d mind being fucked by him all day long. I was simply certain he was going to tear me apart.

The second he erupted, I sensed it, the warm gush also unlike anything I’d ever experienced before.

Panting, I realized I had a smile on my face as he issued what could be called a muted roar.

He took a few seconds after filling my asshole with his cum, his breathing more labored than I’d heard. When he pulled out, he patted my bottom while I allowed my elbows to bend so I could fall against the cool material of the sofa.

Still panting.

Stars still roaming my field of vision.

I don’t know what I’d expected from the man, if anything, but it wasn’t lifting my legs so he could sit down on the couch. Then I’ll be damned if he didn’t pull me all the way onto his lap, bottom up.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“I already told you. You’re getting the hard spanking you deserve for all the shit you’ve caused me.”

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