Page 115 of Ruthless Creatures
With me in his arms, he sits on the edge of the mattress. He flips me over so I’m facedown over his lap, my chest on the bed and my butt in the air. He yanks down my shorts to mid-thigh, holds me down by the scruff of my neck, and says in a husky voice, “I’ve been dreaming about this for months.”
He gives me a swift, smart smack on my ass.
When I jump and squeal, he laughs.
Darkly.
He smacks me again, this time on the other cheek, slightly harder. It sends a shockwave of pleasure through my body. The place where he struck me tingles and stings, but doesn’t hurt.
Still, I’m hyperventilating. My shaking hands curl to fists in the sheets.
“The first was a level one. The second was a level two. Here’s a three. Tell me if you want it softer or harder.”
He slaps my butt again, this time with more force. I suck in a breath, my back stiffening. Then he smooths his big rough hand over both my butt cheeks, back and forth from side to side, gently stroking away the sting and waiting.
I’m already wet between my legs. My heartbeat is zooming. My nipples are tight and aching.
I whisper, “I want it harder.”
He exhales an uneven breath. Against my belly, his cock throbs.
“Ready?”
“Yes.”
The blow lands on my left cheek. It’s stronger than the others, edging closer to painful, but the heat that blooms over my skin in its wake makes me moan.
I close my eyes and shift restlessly on his lap, waiting for another.
Waiting and wanting.
His voice is a soothing caress to my fevered brain. “Talk to me, baby. How are you feeling?”
“Good.”
“Use the colors.”
“Green.”
He squeezes my tender flesh, stroking down from my butt to the top of my thigh, gently fondling me there then moving his hand to my other leg and sliding it back up. My entire ass feels hot and exquisitely sensitive, primed to his touch.
“I’m gonna do five then stop and ask you how you are again. Ready?”
My answer is a faint whimper.
His voice hardens. “Natalie. Are you ready?”
When I whisper, “Yes,” he unleashes a series of sharp, stinging slaps on my ass, using the same pressure as the last one. My whole butt jiggles with each blow.
It feels incredible.
Dirty, biting, and incredible. My entire lower body throbs with heat. I moan louder, rocking my hips.
Kage breathes, “Fuck, baby. You love that, don’t you?”
So faint it’s barely audible, I say, “Green. Super ultra-mega green. More. Please, more.”
Kage’s groan is barely audible, too. He smooths his hand overmy butt again, all around, then dips his fingers between my thighs, finding the soaked center of me.
