Page 67 of Beneath the Scars
I gasp as he slides his fingers through my drenched slit.
“That’s what I thought. You’re aching for it, aren’t you, baby?”
“Please, Sir?” I’ve given up the pretense of fighting this. My body’s at a fever pitch, and if I don’t get relief soon, I think I’ll go crazy.
“So polite. Except…” Michael pulls away his hand, and I whimper. “You ran from me. And you tried to hide. I think that deserves a punishment, don’t you?”
“No,” I whine.
“Oh, it definitely does. Let’s start with ten. Five for running, five for hiding.”
Jesus, Mary, Joseph, and all the saints. I’m not going to survive this.
The first crack against my ass cheek makes me cry out. The second, in the exact same spot as the first, makesme moan. Michael rains three more across my skin, and I squirm against the ground. All it’ll take is one swipe to my clit, and I’ll explode.
Michael seems to sense this and says, “Don’t you dare come.”
Four more blows land in various spots across my ass, but it’s that final one that does me in. There’s no stopping the tidal wave that crashes over me when his hand lands against my flesh.
“Naughty, naughty girl, coming without permission.” Michael lifts my hips off the ground and yanks my leggings down until they’re puddled around my knees. His tongue swipes across my tender skin. “I fucking love the way my handprints look on your ass.” Then he’s spreading me wide for his inspection. It’s obscene. I should be mortified or embarrassed by the display, but all I can think about is having his mouth on me. This is what Michael does to me every time. He gives me the space to let go of the expectations and pressures of the world and allows me to be myself without fear of recourse.
I’m becoming addicted to the feeling.
He starts to thumb my clit with teasing strokes. A gentle punishment for coming when he told me not to. It’s effective, to say the least. I can’t move more than a tiny flick of my hips with my hands still stretched out above my head, my chest flat against the ground, and my forehead pressed into my biceps. It’s like the dirty version of extended child’s pose in yoga, only with my hips in the air.
Later, I’ll be able to appreciate all the steps Michael has taken to ensure I’m comfortable on the forest floor. Right now, I’m trying not to go out of my mind with need.
Shuffling clothes alerts me to Michael’s movements. “Can you feel what you’ve done to me, Trouble?”
I whimper as he slides the head of his cock through mydripping center. Even just imagining the slick slide of Michael inside of me is enough to take me to the edge of my orgasm.
Then he’s there, pressing against my entrance without any hesitation. His thick cock fills me until he can’t go any further. My focus narrows on the place where we meet, on the slapping of skin and the drag of his length against that spot deep inside me. It’s all too much.
My mind is reduced to sensations, my toes curling in my shoes as Michael hurtles us toward a finish that will no doubt be more explosive than any other.
“You’re so fucking wet, Adalaide. Listen to the way your body calls to mine.”
He’s right. This whole night has proven how much control he has over me. I should be afraid of that, but it only brings me comfort. He’s more than proven he’s capable of taking care of me in every situation. I’m his to do with as he pleases, with the certainty that I’m the one who’s truly in power.
None of this would be happening if I didn’t say it was okay.
“Come, Adalaide.”
The growled words are matched with his fingers strumming my clit. It’s the spark I needed to ignite, and the explosion leaves me floating outside of my body. Michael shudders behind me, coming with a curse soon after.
In the haze of subspace, he shifts my clothing, and I’m gently adjusted until I’m lying on Michael’s chest. His large palm slides up and down my back, slowly bringing me back into my body.
I flicker my eyes open, blinking until the outline of Michael comes into focus. The sun has almost set, casting long shadows through the forest.
“Hi,” I whisper.
Michael playfully smirks at me. “Hi. You okay?”
“More than.”
“That was pretty intense, Adalaide. It would make sense if you weren’t.”
I take a second to get my thoughts in order. “I’ve never felt more relaxed in my life. Being able to act out that fear fantasy with someone I trust provided a release I couldn’t have imagined was possible. How are you? It had to be hard on you too.”
