Page 61 of Darkness I Become
“Now, I get back at you for every barb you’ve sent my way,” Cade said, amused. “Keep it up, little viper. I’ll leave your ass bright red and aching. Not even your tears will stop me.”
The brief pain had morphed into a delicious warmth that somehow stoked her desire higher. She sighed.
“As if I’d cry from a couple of spanks.”
His soft, intimate laugh sent more heat through her. “We’ll see. What’s your safeword again, darling?”
“Red,” she said, and he made a sound of approval before parting her thighs with his hand.
Asha gasped as he penetrated her with two fingers. She’d expected more of a tease based on the night before, but he wasted no time, pumping into her with precise, even thrusts. His other hand reachedaround her front, finding her clit. His careful, clever fingers circled it in rhythm that made her legs turn to jelly—gentle, but with a pressure that was impossible to resist. At the same time, he pressed hard against a soft, ridged spot inside of her that made her jaw clench.
“That’s it,” Cade crooned, and she mewled as he pressed even harder inside her. “You can take it. You can take anything I give you, my brave girl.”
Once again, his praise made her preen foolishly. She soaked in his approval as though it were precious, and as much as she loved to tease him, to match her wit against his, she loved pleasing him even more. There was still that resistance within her that told her not to trust this feeling, but she was finally able to silence that voice and enjoy being his. Giving up control now didn’t mean giving it up forever; he’d shown her that.
Cade continued until Asha was shaking with pleasure, moaning wantonly in his arms. She was so close, so very—
“Don’t come,” he warned. “Not until I give you permission.”
“What?” she burst out. “Are you—”
“If you come, you’ll be punished. Show me that you have at leastsomeself-control, that you aren’t just a desperate little slut.”
The degradation hit her like another spank; she hadn’t been expecting it. Yet somehow, it didn’tfeeldegrading…possibly because the way Cade said it made no secret of his desire for exactly that outcome.
She opened her mouth to retort, but his fingers sped up inside her, and she gave a helpless moan. Her teeth gritted, she desperately tried to resist the rising sensations, but it was a lost cause.
“Gonna come,” she gasped. “Oh God, Cade, I’m gonna come, I can’t—”
She fell over the edge and cried out as pleasure surged through her whole body, filling her with warmth and sating the raw hunger inside her.
“Fuck, it’s beautiful to watch you come,” Cade murmured as he withdrew his fingers. “To get what you’ve deserved, all these years. But still…you disobeyed me.”
“Like I could help it!” Asha protested, still breathing heavy. “With your fingers in my pussy, what did you expect, genius?”
He laughed with real humour. “Well, I didn’t say it would be easy. That doesn’t matter; you obey me anyway.”
“Oh, fuck you,” she sneered. “You set me up to fail.”
He jerked her head back by her hair, and she squeaked. “What was that?”
His voice was a low snarl. But either because she was still woozy from orgasm or because she had a secret death wish, Asha replied, slowly enunciating each syllable, “Fuck you.Sir.”
She was provoking him on purpose now, though she didn’t quite know why. Maybe she was just curious to see how far he’d go, or how much she could push him before he snapped.
She let out a breath as Cade disappeared into the closet for a moment. She stayed where she was, uncertain what to do.
When he returned holding a spare leather belt, she knew she’d gone too far.
“What…what’s that for?” she asked, her mouth suddenly dry as sawdust.
“You wanted to explore pain?” he growled. “You got your wish, darling. Stay where you are, and you tell me when I’ve whipped some manners into you.”
Oh, fuck.Her heart raced, and she thought about using her safeword, but she didn’t want to chicken out before she’d even gotten a taste. Her hallmark stubbornness also meant that she wanted to show him that she could take it.
The first crack of the belt across her ass was easy; the sting retreated almost as quickly as it had come. Asha pressed her lips together, determined not to make a sound, but it was futile effort after three or four strikes. A whimper escaped her as the pain increased, but she didn’t want him to stop. A coil of arousal was tightening again inside her, against all her natural instincts.
She lost track of the number of strikes, but her ass burned as though it was on fire, and she whimpered again, louder this time.
