Page 152 of Even Robots Die
“I’m grateful we get to be free,” I tell him.
“You’re also grateful that everyone is out of our house because you spent the day masking and you need to let loose,” he says with a chuckle.
“That too,” I laugh.
“You know you don’t need to mask with the family,” he says softly. “They’re not going anywhere.”
“I can’t help it,” I answer, and he knows I’ve been trying to unlearn all my coping mechanisms, so he doesn’t press further.
“What if I made you forget for a few hours?”
“A few hours? Is the Big Bad Bat becoming cocky?” I tease him.
“When did I ever let you down?” he asks me with a smirk.
“Mmm,” I say, faking thinking hard.
“You little minx,” he laughs as he grabs my hips and heaves me over his shoulder before running to the couch in our living room.
There, he sits and slaps my ass with his hand.
“Ouch!” I yell, more because it surprised me than because it hurt.
He rubs my ass to soothe any pain I could have felt at the attack. It’s not lost on me that he’s rubbingundermy dress, though.
“Will you be a good girl, Furious, and let me make you forget?” he asks as I wiggle on his shoulder so I can see him—and not fall headfirst against the back of the couch.
I take too long to answer, so he slaps my ass again.
“Hey, I didn’t deserve that one,” I grumble.
“Will you?” Brice asks again.
“Make me,” I answer him with sass.
Before I know it, Brice has retrieved me from over his shoulder and for all the fight I had to avoid crashing my face against the back of the couch, I end up headfirst against the couch, ass in the air, knees on either side of Brice and my dress pooling around my waist.
Brice caresses the skin he just slapped, and the softness is delicious after the rough slap.
“I plan to,” Brice says before his hand ends up on my ass again, but this time it stays there and I feel him tear my panties off.
“I loved those,” I grumble against the couch.
“I’ll get you new ones,” he says without missing a beat, and just when I think he’s going to slap my ass again, instead he plunges a finger inside my pussy.
The moan that leaves my lips at the intrusion is decadent.
He pumps his fingers inside of me, and when I begin panting and my body starts to tense at the impending orgasm, he removes his fingers altogether and slaps my ass again.
“Asshole,” I yell at him, and the only answer I get is a chuckle before he plunges his fingers back inside my pussy, adding one in the process.
“You know I like when you get all red,” Brice says as he slaps my ass with his other hand, his fingers still pumping inside of me. “It’s my favorite color on you.”
My pussy contracts around his fingers at the impact of his palm and I can’t help moaning.
“I think you need a different red, though.”
That’s the only warning I have before Brice bites the outer part of my ass cheek. I feel no pain, but the hot and cold sensation I feel each time he bites can’t be missed, and all I can do is scream in pleasure as I come on Brice’s fingers.
