Descent – Black Heart – Heaven & Hell Read Online Sam Mariano

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 137205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
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“That’s enough.”

I stop, and he opens his eyes. I can feel his gaze searching mine. I’m not sure what he’s looking for, but I can feel how unguarded I am, how insistently some part of me is offering up every scrap of my soul she can hold in her hands for him to riffle through.

Some sick part buried deep inside of me wants to please him, and I don’t understand why.

That makes it easier when he finally repositions me and tells me to lean forward. I brace one hand on the mattress and one on his knee as he repositions my body so it’s draped across his lap.

I thought I would feel stiff and uncomfortable, but I don’t. My breasts are smashed against his muscular thigh. I can feel his cock prodding my hipbone through the fabric of his pants, and my ass is draped across his other knee.

I feel soft and malleable, like clay in a pair of very capable hands. I tell myself I shouldn’t trust him, but the sexual side of me is completely closed to advice at the moment.

“Now,” he says, his voice commanding and comforting at the same time. He runs a hand over my ass, and languidness pours over me, causing my eyes to drift closed for a second. “I want you to understand that if you continue to provoke me, my punishments will grow in severity. A spanking is very mild, but I know little about the extent of your sexual experience, and I don’t want to hurl you into the deep end if you’re accustomed to having floaties on your arms.”

That’s nice of him.

There’s an alarming lack of sarcasm in that thought so I try to shake it off.

No. No, nothing about him is nice.

So kind.

It’s like the sexual part of me is actively trying to bait the sensible side of me, preening and gazing at him with open adoration.

Ridiculous.

Just because he knows how to sexually excite me does not mean—

His hand lands on my ass again, still softly, and a sigh of pleasure escapes me.

Oh, that feels nice.

I swallow as his hand passes lightly over my ass again, but this time, a daring finger traces the slit between my legs and I sigh at the tingle of pleasure. His touch is light and made of magic. He rubs my ass again, his finger tracing the opening of my pussy, his touch even lighter this time. It sends shivers up my spine.

“You want it in your pussy, don’t you, sweetheart?”

Yes.

No. No, no, no.

I try to insist I don’t, but that part of me is growing fainter as his feather light touch teases my pussy. He does it again and again until I’m squirming on his lap, barely able to resist the urge to shift so that my pussy rubs against his thigh. I’m desperate for the friction. I want to feel good.

He raises his hand. I wait to feel him caress me again, but instead he brings his hand down hard and slaps my ass. The contact startles me more than the force. He was being so light and gentle, my body wasn’t prepared for the impact. Before I have a chance to recover, he smacks me again, harder this time.

My skin stings, but inexplicably, my pussy is still tingling.

His hand returns to my ass, but his touch is lighter again, smoothing over the stinging flesh. I was tense when he was hitting me, but I relax as he rubs and massages my ass like he was before. The sting fades and pleasure resurfaces as he pushes a finger between my legs again, teasing my pussy.

Pleasure dances up my spine. His hand is gone again.

Then it’s back, bringing searing heat as he smacks my ass again, harder than the first two times.

Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.

“Calvin,” I cry after the third, wiggling to try to get away from the increasing burn. “That’s too hard.”

His voice isn’t gentle at all when he tells me, “I say when it’s too hard.” His grip on me tightens and he smacks my ass again, this strike even more violent then the ones before it.

“No,” I cry, wiggling and throwing my body until I’m falling off his lap. He tries to hold onto me, but I kick him away and fall to the floor with a thud.

My heart seizes, then begins to thump wildly in my chest. I can’t wait for him to react, so I try to crawl away.

I’m afraid of what he’ll do. Did I break the rule? He said he would spank me, but the strikes were getting too hard and I was afraid.

I hear the bed squeak as he stands. Hear the thwip as he draws off his belt. I’m terrified he’s going to hit me with it, so I crawl frantically toward the bedroom door, but it’s a pointless instinct; I don’t really have anywhere to run.


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