Page 105 of Give In

Damien moved to kneel behind me. He palmed my cheeks, his fingers digging in as he gripped and spread them. “But I was wrong again. Because everything about you is perfection.”

I had the vague, fleeting thought that I should be embarrassed.

But when his thumbs teased my puckered hole before trailing down to my wetness, all I could do was rock back, a silent plea for more.

His hands left me before one landed in a stinging slap. I yelped and shifted away instinctively, but it didn’t stop the next from landing.

Or the one after that.

As soon as my mind caught up to my body, I froze, and his touch returned to tender.

He curved his torso over mine, the thick shaft of his cock nestled between my pussy lips as it stretched heavily up my belly.His tone was composed, borderline cold as he stated, “You get what I give, when I want to give it. And right now, you get what you’ve earned.”

“Are you gonna spank me again?” I asked, dread and anticipation swirling in equal parts.

“Ten more. I should use the crop so you can see how much you’ll love hating it, but I’ve been waiting months for this.Fucking months. It’s going to be a long night, and I don’t want you too sore.” He paused, smirking. “Yet.”

Based on what’s throbbing against me, I’m gonna end up sore no matter what.

“Count, Eden,” he ordered as he lifted off me. “If you lose track, we start again.” He shifted, his dick sliding against my clit as he moved away to position himself.

“Wait!” I panted—whether it was from panic or desire, I wasn’t sure.

“Yes?”

“Don’t we need like… a safe word or something?”

Damien’s hand wrapped around my throat, his other cupping me between my legs as he lifted me onto my knees. Using his thumb, he tilted my chin until I was arched to look at him.

I’d have taken intensive yoga for years so I could contort like a pretzel if it meant seeing the lust and pride and danger that swirled in his eyes.

“No, my depraved angel. There’s no safe word. No system. No hours of operation, room, or fantasy. I told you, this is how I am.” He tightened his hold between my legs. “And based on your sweet juices coating my hand right now, it’s how you are. But if you don’t like something, say no and I stop.” He curled his thick middle finger suddenly, sliding it in me. Crooking it, he stroked inside me as he increased the pressure on my clit until my knees were practically off the bed. He bit my neck before growling, “Just make sure you actually want me to stop.”

I was so close to coming, I didn’t even have air in my lungs to protest when he slid his finger out and released his hold on me.

Palm between my shoulders, he pushed my chest and face back down to the bed. “Count, Eden, or I start again.”

Tense and impatient, I waited for the first blow, but his touch was gentle. He stroked my skin with such care, pushing my hair to the side with soft tenderness before teasing his fingertips down my spine. It was affectionate and soothing.

I was naked and bent, spread shamelessly as I waited for my ass to be spanked. I shouldn’t have felt treasured, but I did. My body began to relax, the voice of doubt and condemnation being smothered out by the warmth in my soul.

The first smack surprised me, again making me jerk and try to escape on instinct. My brain was quicker to catch up to my body that time, and I quickly reset myself.

“One,” I wheezed.

Damien’s bit out curse became a groan when he landed the next spank and I didn’t move.

“Two.”

Another came, pushing a guttural yelp from me that I tried to muffle with the mattress. “Three.”

“Stop counting,” he ordered.

I wanted to ask why, but it was low on my list of priorities. Instead, I braced and waited. The next spank landed harder than the others, rocking me forward. The pain radiated, leaving heat in its place.

Four.

As if he read my thoughts, Damien reached between my legs to pinch my clit. “I said to stop counting.”

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