Page 88 of Paved in Venom

The ragged scream I give is part pain and part utter, heartbreaking sorrow at having my orgasm taken from me.

“My naughty sladkaya,” he growls against my neck. “You just can’t help it. Your greedy little cunt wants to come around my cock so fucking badly.”

“Yes,” I cry. “Please.”

When he gives me another thrust, I’m still so close to the damn edge that he’s forced to give my clit another sharp smack to kill it. He gives a soft laugh.

“Looks like I won’t be fucking your pussy tonight. You’re more sensitive than I thought.”

I let out a sigh of relief, because I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I was going to be failing the do not come mission. He pulls out of me, and I keep waiting for him to pick me up, but instead of a pair of strong arms carrying me to bed, I get a wet finger pressing against my asshole.

“What the hell?” I say, trying to twist around.

“Easy, baby,” he murmurs, circling the pad of his finger along the place I’d always thought of as forbidden. “I promised you a good hard fuck, and you’re going to get it. You’re too much of a naughty little slut to not come, so it looks like I’ll be fucking your sweet ass instead.”

Even though there’s no denying how good his finger feels caressing all those nerve endings I’ve been completely ignorant of, I still tell him the truth.

“I’m scared, Danil.”

He immediately stops and pulls back before turning me around. He picks me up and sits me on the piano, smiling when I wince at how sore my ass is. Cupping my face, his grey eyes look into mine.

“I would never hurt you, sladkaya.”

I lift a brow at him because my ass cheeks are screaming a different story.

“That was different, and you know it. I spanked you, and, yes, it hurt, but you loved every second of that punishment, and we both know it.”

He sees the truth in my eyes and gives me a wink. “Are you scared because you think it’ll hurt?”

“Yes.”

He gives me a quick kiss. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

His cock is still rock hard and jutting out from his unzipped pants when he walks out of the room, leaving me alone and naked and sitting on the magnificent gift he bought me. He’s not gone long, and when he walks back in, he’s carrying a bottle of lube. I’m thrilled to see that it’s brand new and still sealed. A half-empty bottle would’ve made me think all kinds of things that I don’t want to fucking think right now.

“We’re going to use a lot of this,” he says, holding up the bottle, “and I’m going to prep you, and we’re going to take it very slow.” He hooks a finger under my chin, turning me to look at him. “I will stop the second you ask me to.”

I nod and whisper, “I know you will.”

“Are you willing to try?”

I nod again, because I want to do this. I’m curious about it, especially after how good just having his finger caress me had felt, and I want to share everything with him, give every part of myself to him.

“We also need to get you out of that beautiful head of yours.”

Before I can ask what he means, he picks me up and carries me around the piano. Lowering me onto my knees on the piano bench so I’m facing the keys, he says, “Play me that song you’ve been composing all night.”

“What?”

“The song you’ve been writing. Please play it for me.”

“How the hell did you know I was writing a song?”

He smiles and kisses my cheek. “I’m very observant. You were up to fifty-two notes by the time we left. I’d like to hear them all.”

Damn, he really does pay attention. “I have stage fright,” I tell him. “That’s why I never play in front of anyone.” I let out a soft laugh. “That’s also why I wasn’t able to finish my degree and make a career out of this.”

He kisses my neck and runs his tongue along my skin, making my breath hitch and my pussy spark right back to life.

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