Page 93 of Tricky Magic
“Yes,” he said, pulling on her lower lip with his fingers. “You’re a big, scary witch who can take care of herself. And you’re still staying here.”
Her eyes grew vicious, and he knew she was ready to argue. “Don’t lie. If you thought I could take care of myself, you would let me come with you.”
“I’m not arguing with you about this.”
“Stubborn brute,” she hissed.
“Yes, I’m a brute; and I’ll turn your ass raw if you don’t stop the attitude.” He let his tone drop so she knew what she was in for. “I know you can handle yourself, but the answer is still no.”
Ellea scowled at him, and he grabbed her chin before she could turn away.
“One. More. Look. And I am going to fuck you senseless. After I beat your ass raw with my hand and before you’re allowed to shower.” He breathed the warning over her lips. “I dare you.”
She lowered her chin as much as she could in his grasp and looked up at him through her lashes. Her eyes darkened as she stuck her tongue out at him with afuck you, do your worstlook written on her face. Then she kicked his feet out from under him and turned to run up the stairs. He landed with a thud on his ass and a growl escaped him.
He counted to ten before stepping into the shadows and into her bedroom. She screamed in surprise. “I didn’t know you could...” Ellea choked on her words and swallowed hard. “Why don’t you do that all the time?”
He watched a flush creep up her neck as her breaths came in quick pants.
“I’m old-fashioned.” He sauntered toward her, and she backed away from him until her legs hit her bed. “Now, are you going to make this easy or hard?”
Ellea steadied her breath and cocked an eyebrow at him. He knew it meant hard, and he wouldn’t want it any other way. She swung at him as he stepped closer to her. He caught her clenched fist and turned her, pinning her arm behind her back.
“You know the rules, princess,” he said over her ear in a whispered growl. “You say stop, and I stop.”
Her only reply was to stomp on his foot and hook his leg with hers. They both crashed to the ground, and Ellea took the opportunity to crawl away on her hands and knees, but he grabbed her ankle and yanked her back.
“You’re such a fucking ass,” she screeched out.
He smacked her ass once and pinned her legs under his. She kept trying to crawl away from him. It was adorable.
“Now, now…” He ran his hands up her covered legs. “Take your punishment, and you’ll be rewarded later.”
She shivered under his touch but held tight to her fight. “Shove the reward up your ass.”
“Maybe next time, but I’m going to take my time with your ass.” He gripped her perfect backside, his large hands making indents as he squeezed her through her leggings. She shimmied it in front of him, and he knew it was on purpose. “You know, I love when you make these disappear with that little trick of yours, but do you know what I love more?”
“No,” she said breathlessly.
“This.” He grasped her leggings in his hands and tore them from her skin. Ellea was bare before him, and his cock twitched against his tight jeans. “No underwear.”
The feel of her bare skin sent waves of arousal through him, but he had work to do. Their time in the woods had been quick and rough, now he would drag it out, make her wait. She yelped as he smacked her on her right ass cheek, her pale skin quickly turning pink. He smacked the other, and she moaned into the floor. She arched into him, her arms stretching as she gave him better access. He knew she wanted him to slip his fingers a little lower, a little deeper into her sex that was probably wet and waiting. Instead, he smacked her again and again. Her moans turned into whimpers as she began to rub her thighs, fighting for friction.
“Will you stop being a brat?” He rubbed at her welted skin.
She scoffed into the carpet before she turned her head slightly. He could see the small smile that formed on her mouth.
“No.” It was a taunt.
She had never given in, never told him to stop no matter how far he pushed. Her fight was something to revere, and he wondered if she was made for him and the harsh life he was destined to live. He shook the thought and slapped her one last time, causing her to shake with pleasure. He leaned over her, pressing his body to hers, and turned her head, kissing her cheek and breathing in her beautiful scent.
“Do you know how strong I know you are? How capable?” he asked with a growl.
She moaned as his breath caressed her ear.
“Yes,” she breathed out.
“Good girl,” he said, and he kissed her gently on her cheek.
