Page 114 of Carnal Urges
Then he pushes me flat to my back with his big hand splayed over my chest, kneels on the floor between my legs, and spreads me open with his thumbs.
His leather belt rests over my naked hip and belly, the loveliest of warnings.
He puts his mouth on my clit and gently sucks. His mouth is hot, wet, and wonderful.
When I moan, he pulls away and slaps my inner thigh. Pleasure ripples through my pussy. My clit throbs.
Eyes closed, I whisper, “Please, sir. Please.”
“You want more of that?”
“More of everything. More of you.”
“I’ll need you to be good, baby. I’ll need you to be quiet.”
“I will. I promise.”
He slaps my thigh again, making me jerk. I say breathlessly, “I mean, I promise,sir.”
He smooths his hand over the sting on my skin. His breathing has changed. It’s as ragged as mine is.
“I don’t think you will, angel. I think you need a little help.”
I hear the slither of fabric, and soon enough, Declan’s hands are at my face.
He winds his tie around my jaw and knots it, gagging me.
I whimper, writhing against the bed. He leans next to my ear.
“Hush. You’re mine. I’ll take care of you. Ready?”
I whimper again, and he kisses my cheek. “Remember, you’re being worshipped. All of it is in service to you, because I know what you need.”
He straightens, rolls me onto my belly, and whips my bare ass with his belt.
It’s a single blow, and shocking. The snap of pain is white-hot. My eyes fly open and my back arches. I holler a muffled curse at him through his tie.
He pushes me down with a hand in the middle of my back. “If you want me to stop, nod.”
I stay frozen, my heart pounding. Heat blooms in a pulsing stripe over my skin where the belt struck. My mind is utter chaos. An explosion at a fireworks factory. I can’t think straight or catch my breath.
All I know is that I don’t want him to stop. I want him to do it again. And again.
And again.
Trembling all over, I shake my head.
Declan exhales. “I’ll do a few more, then stop and check in with you. Don’t come. Ready?”
I curl my hands into the duvet and nod.
The blows come fast and hard. The sound it makes in the quiet room is as shocking as the sensation. When it’s over, my ass is on fire, I’m hyperventilating and shaking like mad, and also very close to orgasm.
Declan rolls me to my back and shoves his face between my legs, sucking my clit like it’s oxygen.
My mind blinks offline.
I dig my hands into his hair and buck my hips, grinding against his mouth, not caring if I’ll suffocate him, not caring about anything but chasing the burn and relieving the agonizing ache.
