Page 107 of Forever Never
He’d dreamed of this. Fantasized about it. Jerked off to it so many times it almost felt real. But the reality of Remi submitting to him, bent over a table, waiting for him to touch her was incomparable.
“Breathe, baby,” he said again. They both took a minute to catch their breath. The oxygen he sucked into his lungs was hot as his fingers gently trailed patterns over both her precious cheeks.
She was shaking hard.
“Are you scared? Should I stop?” he whispered, hinging over her to press a kiss to her neck.
“Don’t you dare fucking stop,” she said, her voice as shaky as her legs.
“Tell me if it’s…too much.”
He rested his palm on one smooth cheek and waited until she’d taken a breath. Then he pulled his hand back and let it fly. The slap rang out in the silence of the room, chased by Remi’s sharp gasp. His palm stung pleasantly, and his cock jerked as her flesh jiggled from the blow. Her skin was pinking up like a pretty little blush.
Fuck. How would he ever go back now?
“Tell me what that one was for,” she whispered.
“What it was for?”
“Tell me what the punishment is for.”
Oh, God. He was a dead man. A fucking dead man.
“That was for smiling at my brother like you should have been smiling at me.”
She pressed her hips back, begging for more.
Slap.
It was harder, louder. And this time, she cried out.
“Brick!”
He’d landed the slap on the opposite cheek and watched in twisted pride as a handprint slowly bloomed into being.
He was so fucked.
“That was for making me wait years before letting me do this,” he growled, fisting his cock through his underwear and rubbing it over the spot he’d assaulted.
She bucked against him.
Slap.
“Yes!” she breathed against the table.
“For those goddamn shorts when you were seventeen and I couldn’t touch you.”
Again, he soothed the spot by grinding his erection against her pink skin.
Slap.
Slap.
Slap.
“Brick!”
His palm burned now. His ears rang with the siren song of his hand connecting with her flesh. And his blood was thundering through his veins.
