Pain And Pleasure 18+✓

Seventy-four

A sharp blow lands on my bare ass. I grouch painfully, but the start can't surpass the spasm of ecstasy running through me. This bastard! I bite my lip hard. His fingers slide through the side straps of my red thong, both sides, the one I wore with dark intentions. He tugs it down swiftly, letting the cool air canoodle my skin.

"Bluffing? You think I'm bluffing, Arabella?" he groans.

I stifle a laugh despite my rugged breath. Jesus, he's so begrudging! His overinflated sense of self-worth constantly awes me, but he's surprisingly selfless.

His body weighs mine when he pins me onto the chair. My skin burns with desire, the deep need to feel him all over me. His one hand on my neck, the other runs over my breasts as though he's questioning for sheer ownership of me, which he certainly has by now, and more kisses follow.

And then he brings two fingers toward my lips. "Open your mouth, little rebel," he snaps.

Like a docile pet, I let my mouth loose.

"Suck them." He pushes his index and middle finger between my lips. I do as he says, my world rich with sexy colors shooting like erotic fireworks in the sky. "Nice and slow, Arabella," he adds.

His every attention remains on my mouth, my relenting tongue that wets his fingers like a strawberry lollipop. Submissive type or not, I love it when he tells me what to do and how to do it. It's like I can finally fly with the wings he gives me. I feel pampered.

Hard cock pokes my ass. Hot as hell! My heartbeat precipitates. Groaning, Adrian buries his hand between my thighs, aiming straight at my pussy. Goosebumps sprout on my skin when a finger rubs my labia, toying with my arousal, and then he slides a finger in tiny strokes.

I tilt my head back, breathing rapidly and unevenly.

Searching for my engorging clitoris, Adrian wanders between my folds. Slick and lubricious. He makes his way unhurriedly and glides me softly, a gentle circular motion that discords my wit and sets my body in flames.

I shut my eyes, and he doesn't stop. I don't want him to stop.

"Yes, baby, like that. I wanna hear that sweet voice of yours crying with pleasure," he rasps into my ear and nibbles my earlobe afterward.

Pain! Just sweet little pain.

It doesn't last as he seals my mouth with a long, dominating kiss that leaves me out of breath.

"You still think I'm bluffing?" he demands in a mean voice—his dominant voice. "Tell me, sugar! Do you?"

"No," I murmur.

"No? Just no?" He rubs my clit speedily, resonating with his vibrant voice.

"No, Sir. Oh... God!" Sweat smears on my skin.

"Shhhh!" He gags me with his palm. "I don't want you noisy here. That's your punishment—get it?"

I nod with difficulty, finagling my way toward the broken composure. How the fuck do I poise myself when he assaults the most sensitive part of my female anatomy?

That's your punishment!

Yeah, right! Sadistic Dom!

My mouth is blocked, and I forget we're flying. I allow him to engulf me, letting his sexual control strain me. The agonistic rush slowly fades like a dead leaf from a vine, and I enjoy submitting to him, giving in to everything he demands of me.

He draws figure eight right through my oh-so-wet pussy, the tender surface between my folds, without penetrating me. Fuck, I want him deep! Yet, he tortures me by denial. And then, like an interlude, he withdraws his hand. I catch a breath upon the freedom of my mouth.