Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 113464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to get me hot, so I’ll forget about your punishment.” I run my hand over her soft ass, and my dick twitches in response. “Is that what you’re doing, little bird?”
“No! Damn it, let me go!”
“Not until I’m satisfied you’ve learned your lesson.”
She shrieks at the sharp crack of my hand against her cheek. Like magic, a red print in the shape of my palm appears. “I’m not going to stop until your entire ass looks like a fucking boiled lobster, so you might as well stop fighting.” With my forearm thrown over her lower back, I smack her again and savor her pained cry.
And the way her cheek bounces. It’s hypnotic.
“Stop! Please!” The fighting is getting weaker, not that it did any good. “You’re hurting me.”
“That’s the point.” My palm stings, but I keep going, counting the strikes as they land. “Five… six…”
“I get it!” she sobs, flinching. “Enough! Callum, enough, please.”
“You don’t like taking your punishment, huh?” Instead of bringing my hand down hard in a slap, I choose instead to apply featherlight pressure with the tips of my fingers until she squirms and moans helplessly. Her skin is hot under my touch.
Considering what’s now soaked through her thong and leaked onto her inner thighs, I don’t think the heat comes from my slaps alone. “What’s this?” I whisper, sliding my fingertips over a slick patch of skin. “I must’ve been wrong. I’m supposed to be punishing you, and you’re dripping like a leaky faucet.”
Her silence speaks volumes. “What?” I taunt, stroking her inner thigh. “Embarrassed?”
“Please.” It’s barely a breath; her body tensed and still.
“Please, what? Please keep getting you hot?” It’s almost enough to make me forget where this started. I can’t focus on punishment when the fragrance of this sweet pussy is threatening to make me forget my own name.
“That’s not what I want.” She’s not fighting to get off my lap, though, and all the fire blazing in her voice has cooled.
“I think you’re lying.” She writhes pitifully when I stroke her red skin again. It’s ultrasensitive and throbbing now that the blood has rushed to the surface. “Lie to yourself all you want, but don’t lie to me. Never to me.”
All she can do is whine and moan, trying like hell to get away. “I can’t… please…”
“Can’t what?” My arm is an iron bar across her lower back, holding her in place. This is better than a spanking. A deeper torment.
No matter how much she wants to deny it, she can’t control her response, and it’s killing her. Nothing in the world could stop me now.
“I can’t take it!” Her voice rises in pitch until it’s a needy whine. “Please, I can’t!”
“You should’ve thought of that before you forced me to chase you.” My blood’s humming, and my cock is steel; she insists on rubbing against it with every desperate wiggle of her hips. I’m not only torturing her. We’re both suffering.
“I-I’m sorry!” She bucks her hips, but it does no good.
“I don’t believe you.” And if I give her what’s now dripping into my shorts, it’s the same as rewarding her for that defiance. But I don’t know how much longer I can keep from taking her.
The scrape of my short nails over her welt-covered ass makes her scream, and the sound only adds to the pressure building in my balls. “Keep screaming, and I’ll fill that mouth,” I warn. I have to raise my voice to be heard over her guttural moans.
“You’re killing me!” she sobs. “Please, stop!”
Not when I have her like this, so ramped up, she’s about to melt down in my lap. When I pull aside the skimpy cotton thong and bare her bald pussy to my greedy eyes, the sight of fresh juice oozing from her slit leaves me no choice but to slide two fingers deep into her cunt. I need to get to the source of that sweetness and feel her muscles fluttering around my digits.
“Oh, god!” She lifts her ass to meet my strokes, grinding her hips. Watching her break down is fucking beautiful. Making her forget every reason she ever thought this was a mistake. “Callum, oh, god! Yes!”
My hand is a blur, knuckles pounding against her while my fingers invade her roughly. The sloppy wet sound mixes with her throaty cries in an erotic symphony that leaves me breathless, grunting, and grinding my teeth because, fuck, she is so ready for me.
“I shouldn’t let you come.” My hand goes still, and she lets out the loudest scream of all. Anguished and furious.
“No!” Her ass bounces like she’s trying to force my fingers deeper.
“No? You don’t want to come?”
“Yes! I do!”
“You’re confusing me. You should learn to be clearer.” Her misery only sweetens all of this, the way she moans and whines—especially once I withdraw my fingers, now shining with the evidence of her excitement.