Page 35 of Ruinous Need
“All you have to do is ask.” My voice is taunting and hoarse with restrained desire. The truth is I’m so hard from spanking Lisette that I’ve had to distract myself not to come in my pants.
I dig my hand into the soft flesh of her ass, to deepen the sting. She lets out a sob of frustration.
“Use your words, Lisette.”
I yank her upright with a hand wrapped in her hair and whisper against her neck.
“Just say it. It’s okay.”
I can’t resist nipping at the soft white skin of her neck, at the spot where her pulse races under my tongue. She shakesher head and shivers against me, her body overstimulated and trembling.
“Do I need to start on your nipples?”
Lisette lets out a yelp which turns into a whine as I flatten her nipple between my index finger and thumb. I roll the sensitive flesh until I’m pulling her entire breast up by the sensitive peak.
I release it when, finally, she lets out a throaty moan.
“Please,” she whispers, her voice so quiet after her unrestrained noise of arousal that I almost miss it.
I feel a throb of satisfaction run down to my cock. I knew she needed this. Maybe before she even knew it herself.
“Please what?”
“I need to finish,” she admits, her cheeks aflame and her sea-green eyes glowing with tears. She looks ashamed to be dripping wet from the torture I’ve inflicted. I can work with that.
Lisette unravels with a breathless moan the second I slide a single finger inside, her body tensing and her hips arching as the sensations overwhelm her lithe frame, but I’m not done playing with her yet.
This time I want to watch her face.
I flip her onto her back. She winces at the feel of her raw ass touching the cool stone of the kitchen island.
I remove the oversized sweatshirt to reveal her bare chest. Her abused nipples point straight at the ceiling and I tweak them again, waking her spent body into arousal once more.
Now she’s totally naked for me, looking up at me with her big eyes and her hair fanned out. Too weak from her orgasm to even raise her head. Staying as still as she can not to put weight on her sore ass.
Open and ruined and vulnerable, while I stand above her still wearing my combat clothes soaked with blood from the day’s work, my hard-on threatening to rip through the fabric.
She’s right about me. It’s sick that the power difference only gets me harder. That this sight is going to be the thing that gets me off for weeks to come.
I pull her knees apart so I can see the glistening pink flesh between her legs. The moisture pools below her on the counter and I resist the urge to lap it up.
“Pretty girl. You can do that for me again, can’t you?”
She nods weakly.
I slap her pussy once to make the point, and she gives a breathless moan.
I search for her sensitive nub until I watch the current of energy through her spent body. She moans at my soft touch there, already past words.
I want to hear her scream my name. But I’m not sure she can even remember her own, judging from the dazed look of bliss in her eyes right now.
I keep fucking her with my hand, shoving three fingers into her cunt until it’s stuffed so full I think she might burst.
“You take it so well, Lisette. I want to hear you properly this time.”
She comes with a scream. Her delicate hand wraps tight around my wrist as I keep her stuffed with my fingers, her pussy tensing so hard around me I worry that I’ll break a bone.
I wouldn’t care. It would be worth it to watch Lisette shatter so hard that her eyes roll back in her head.
