Page 78 of Ruthless Desires: Vol. One
“You think you can do something like that without paying?” I say, throwing her onto the mattress.
Wren bounces, grinning, before scrambling to the far side.
“Oh, sonowyou run.” I grab her leg and pull her back to me. “Your choice, sweetheart. Either I spank your sweet ass until it’s the only thing you’ll feel when you sit down tomorrow, or I fuck you until I finish without letting you come.” I undo her pants and pull them down her legs.“OrI can tickle you until you can barely breathe.”
“Noooooo!”
“Then choose, before I choose for you.”
She gasps when I yank her shirt over her head. Then she narrows her eyes, thinking, before saying, “How many spankings, exactly?”
“I’ll go easy on you—this time—and say ten.”
“Ten spankings, or I don’t get to come.”
“Correct.”
She grins. “But if I choose spankings, you still fuck me?”
“Oh, it’s definitely happening.”
“Andyou’ll let me come?”
“Maybe.”
She bites her lip. Tilts her head. Unclasps her bra and throws it to the side. “Spankings it is. But if it hurts too much—”
“Then just say the word.” I give her a gentle kiss, and she moans. Then I throw her onto her stomach, pulling up her hips so her ass is ready for me. I slide her panties down her legs and leave them gathered at her knees, taking in the view.
She looks back at me, curiosity shining in her eyes.
“You felt so good earlier.” I watch as she smiles back at me, and then I wipe it off her face with a hardsmack.
She yelps, and before she can recover I hit the same spot again. I massage her skin for a few seconds before moving to her other ass cheek, spanking the same spot on the other side twice.
When I look, I find her soaked and ready for me. “Are you going to tickle me again, sweetheart?”Smack.
“I mean, probably. It was funny.”
Smack. Smack.
“Owwww!”
“Do it again, and I won’t go so easy on you.” I see the beginnings of a giant grin before she hides her face in her covers. I hit her again and she moans. “Do you like a little bit of pain with your pleasure, sweetheart?”Smack.
She squirms, gripping her comforter as I land the last hit. Then I step back, admiring the way she’s still sticking her ass up in the air.
“You took that so well.” I lean down, giving her clit a single lick before pulling my shirt over my head. “Come here.”
She crawls over to me, and her lips part as I finish stripping. Her eyes travel downward. When I grab her by the back of her head and yank her up, she gasps.
With my face mere inches from hers, I say, “What are you?”
I watch as her pupils dilate. “Your personal fucktoy.”
“That’s right.” I kiss her roughly, and she moans. “Tonight, I fucking own you. And I’m going to make sure you feel it all day tomorrow.”
“Yes, please,” she whispers, and then she runs her tongue across my bottom lip. “I want to feel you inside me, Rhett.”
