Page 110 of With This Kiss
I swallowed hard, trying to maintain my anger despite the heat building between my thighs. “I don't need your permission to?—”
His hand came down on my ass again, harder this time, and I bit my lip to keep from crying out. That slap was much more painful than the others, considering it was on my bare skin. The sting radiated across my ass. And worse yet, I could feel myself getting wetter from it. I couldsmellmy arousal, something I was sure Reign didn’t miss.
“You think this is a game?” he asked, his voice dangerously low. His fingers slid between my legs, and I couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped when he found how wet I was. He moved his fingers harshly against me, not entering me, but it was enough to create that delicious friction I was looking for. My eyes rolled back, and I shook my head, resisting the urge to either fight back against him or just give in to the pleasure.
I could feel myself building higher and higher the more he played with me, the harder he rubbed, until…
He pulled away just before I could reach my peak.
“No!” I said, slapping his chest. He retaliated by smacking my ass once more.
My skin was starting to burn, and somehow, it felt like each smack was getting harder than the last one.
“Stop it,” I said.
He cupped my pussy, squeezing it gently and causing a wave of electric shock to course through my system. “Then tell me why you’re wet?”
He pressed one hand against the small of my back and pulled me toward him until I fell against his big, hard body just as he lifted my hips up a little.
Then, he was smacking my ass, over and over again.
It was painful. And humiliating. And fuck, but I was getting aroused. What was wrong with me?
I struggled against him at first, but all I managed to do was tire myself out, and he wasn’t stopping.
Tears filled my eyes and fell onto his chest.
His hand movements slowed and then stopped. He cupped my hot ass, and I jumped from the sensation.
“Look at you,” he said roughly. “Taking this like the good girl you are.”
“Fuck. You,” I gritted out.
He laughed. “That can be arranged.”
He shifted me up a little and fumbled with his jeans. Before I could so much as blink, he had his huge cock pulled out before pushing me back down on top of him. I closed my eyes from the sensation of him filling me, the position we were in making it feel even fuller, to the point where it was almost painful.
My fingernails dug into the skin on his shoulders as he watched me, his blue eyes darkening with lust.
“What a good girl you are, taking my cock like this.” He reached up and pinched my nipple roughly. I grabbed his hand, trying to pull him away. He only tightened his grip. I took in a deep breath and let go of him, and he finally eased up a little.
Fucking hell.
“Does this feel good, baby?”
I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of my answer.
He grinned, his eyes glinting at the challenge. “No? Then it looks like I’ll have to try harder.”
He moved his hands down to my hips and pushed me up before letting me fall back on him. I let out a loud groan as I felt the friction.
He was using me to fuck himself.
And it was working.
My body betrayed me with every excruciating motion. Each time he lifted and dropped me onto his cock, I could feel myself getting closer to the edge, my inner walls clenching around him despite my anger. I could feeleverything.
“You hate this so much, don’t you?” he whispered against my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. His voice told me he knew I didn’t hate this. Not at all. Not even a little bit. “Tell me how much you hate it.”
