Page 96 of Theirs to Possess: The Marriage Claim
Keeping one palm against the center of my spine, he steps back a little to give my ass a hard spank.
“Fuck.”
“Are you complaining?”
He gives me a second stroke, this one even harder.
“You can’t do this in public!”
“I believe I can. There’s not a person in this place that would come to save you.” He leans in and presses his lips against the shell of my ear. “And you don’t want them to. Do you?”
I could have screamed. But I didn’t.
Instead, my chest is heaving. My nipples are hard. And I’m aching for completion.
“I think you enjoy being a naughty pet. Pushing me. Seeing how much you can get away with. And you love my punishments.”
“No.” Frantically I shake my head. “I hate them.”
“Do you?” His voice is skeptical, and he raises an eyebrow in challenge. “Your behavior would indicate otherwise.”
“You’re a Neanderthal.”
After another sharp smack, he uses his leg to force my thighs apart. Then he rubs my pussy with his knuckles.
“Again you’re refusing to admit the truth… You’re hoping that I’ll turn you over my knee in the middle of the restaurant and blaze your ass while everyone watches.”
“You’re a bastard.”
He abrades my clit, and I’m instantly on the edge, ready to come for him.
“Your mouth says one thing, but your body tells me something else.” He strokes me slowly, and I do my best to hold back a moan.
Moments later, I lose the battle.“Ohh.”
Within seconds, I am helplessly jerking against him.
Then he pulls back, leaving me heaving and desperate. “Dorian…”
“We’re here for you to remove your bra, not to be rewarded for bad behavior.”
“But…”
He steps back. My pussy is throbbing. And after everything I already endured back at the cottage, I’m ready to sell my soul for relief.
Gently he turns me to face him. Then he raises the back of his hand to my mouth. “Clean me.” He shrugs. “Unless you don’t mind if anyone smells your heat on me. They’ll know you were humping my hand like a needy little submissive.”
“That’s not what I was doing.”
But we both know otherwise.
“Lick my hand, Isla.”
Getting more and more turned on by the minute, I do.
A part of me is screaming that this should be awful and humiliating, but it isn’t, making me wonder what the hell is wrong with me.
When he’s finally satisfied, he lowers his hand.
