Page 70 of Tempting Kat
She gasps, going still for just a second before resuming her struggle. “You did not just spank me whil?—”
Another smack, harder this time. Her flesh jiggles under my hand, and I feel my cock stiffen at the sight of the red imprint I've left.
“That’s three, keep it up. Remember when I told you I was having a special room built?” I ask, adjusting her on my shoulder as I reach the door at the end of the hall.
She stops struggling momentarily. “The…glory hole room?”
“That's right.” I push open the door and finally set her down on her feet, keeping my hands on her waist to steady her. “It's finished, and we’re going to break it in. Right fucking now.”
Kat's eyes widen as she takes in the space. The room is dimly lit with recessed lighting that can be adjusted from bright to almost non-existent. I've spared no expense on this space, making sure every detail is exactly how I wanted it.
The main area is minimalist, with a plush chaise lounge positioned perfectly in front of the partition wall. The wall itself is a masterpiece of engineering—solid enough for support but with the perfect opening at just the right height.
“Plain white walls,” I murmur against her ear, feeling her shiver. “I had them done that way on purpose. They're yours to design, paint, draw on—whatever the fuck you want. Your canvas.”
She turns her head slightly, eyes narrowing with suspicion. “My canvas?”
“This is your space too,” I tell her, my voice rough with need. “I want you to make it yours.”
Her fingers trace along the pristine white wall nearest to us, and I can almost see the gears turning in her head, imagining what she could create here.
“The lounge is custom,” I continue, guiding her toward the luxurious chaise. “Highest-grade leather, reinforced frame. It'll hold up to whatever we do on it.”
Kat's breathing changes subtly—getting shallower, faster. She's still pissed at me, but she's also turned on. I know her body better than she thinks I do.
“Look up,” I command.
She tilts her head back, and I watch her eyes widen as she notices the massive mirror covering the entire ceiling. From this angle, the partition wall doesn't reach all the way up—it's designed that way deliberately.
“Jesus,” she breathes. “So I can...”
“Watch me fuck you through the hole,” I finish for her. “See every inch of my cock disappearing inside you. Watch yourself take it.”
Her pupils dilate, and I can feel a slight tremble in her body. She's fucking furious with me, but her body can't hide how much this turns her on.
“You're still an asshole,” she says, but there's less heat in her words now.
“I know,” I agree, spinning her around to face me. My hand slides up to her throat, not squeezing yet, just resting there. “But I'm your asshole.”
I back her up slowly until her legs hit the chaise lounge. Her breathing quickens under my palm, her pulse racing against my fingertips. This is what she needs right now—to let go, to surrender control, to feel owned.
“You like when I hold you like this,” I say, not a question but a statement of fact. My fingers press slightly on the sides of her neck, careful to avoid her windpipe. “When I control your breath. Your pleasure. Everything.”
“Fuck you,” she whispers, but her eyes are glazing over with that look I know so well.
“You know what to do if you want me to stop,” I remind her. We established this weeks ago—three taps means stop immediately. “But you don't want me to stop, do you?”
Her breath comes in short, shallow gasps as I maintain the pressure. I've learned exactly how she likes this—enough to make her light-headed, to send that rush of endorphins flooding through her system, but never enough to hurt her.
“Conrad,” she gasps, her hands coming up to grip my wrist, not to pull me away but to anchor herself.
“That's right, baby. Feel it.”
I increase the pressure slightly on her neck, watching her eyes roll back as the blood flow reduces just enough to heighten every sensation. My cock strains painfully against my gym shorts as I watch her surrender to me.
“You're so fucking beautiful when you give yourself to me,” I murmur, easing the pressure slightly to let her take a deep breath. “Even when you're pissed at me, your body knows who it belongs to.”
“Daddy,” she whimpers, her hips bucking forward involuntarily.
