Page 123 of Chains of Recompense
Christ, so damn fearless.
“You know I have to punish you for that, right?”
Aisling moans, her ruby lips rolling as she squeezes her eyes closed, looking terrified. But I can feel her rippling along my length, the anticipation of her punishment overriding any anxiety.
“Yes,” she breathes, a shiver rattling down her spine.
The urge to kiss each vertebrae settles deep in my gut, but that will have to wait.
“Count to five,focosa. And don’t eventhinkabout coming while you take your punishment.”
She whimpers but manages a nod, her rich red locks fanning across the pillow beneath her cheek as she quivers beneath me.
And when I lean back to spank her creamy white ass cheek, I can feel her spasm around my rock-hard length.
“One,” she moans, her voice husky with need as I smooth my palm over the quickly reddening flesh, quickly soothing the pain.
Then I add a twin mark on her other ass cheek.
“Two!” she yelps, her hips jerking forward before slamming back, and I can feel the gush of arousal that floods her tight little pussy at the same time.
“Three!”
She’s not going to make it. She’s definitely going to come, and the knowledge makes my balls tighten and my cock throb.
“Are you getting greedy,focosa?” I tease, reaching around her to lightly graze her clit with my fingers.
Aisling sobs, her walls clenching around me with impressive force.
“Please, Raf,” she moans.
Because she knows it too. I own her pleasure. I can make her come whenever and however I want. And I’m teasing her to pretend that she won’t come again before I’m done with her. It’s intoxicating, this power I have over her. And at the same time, I know that this woman could bring me to my knees with a single look.
I rock inside her, urging her toward her climax as I swirl my fingers around the sensitive peak of her thighs, and Aisling shudders, the vibration rippling all the way up to my teeth.
I can’t help myself. Leaning down, I press a kiss between her shoulder blades and slowly work my way down her spine.
She pants beneath me, her quivering slowly subsiding as she eases back off the ledge just enough to regain a semblance of control, even as goosebumps rise in the wake of my mouth and tongue.
It’s a dance, a silent language between two bodies, and I love that I can walk her right to the edge of her climax and still bring her back. It will make her final release that much more intense, and the buildup in between will be enough to drive me crazy.
“Ready?” I tease darkly, and close my eyes, swallowing hard as she ripples around my cock in response.
“Mm-hmm,” she whimpers, her hands tightening around the bars of the headboard.
Sitting tall, I bring my hand down without warning, slapping her perfect ass hard enough that it makes my palm sting. Aisling groans wickedly, her back arching as she rocks against me.
“Count, Aisling,” I remind her.
“Four,” she moans, and I smooth my hand over her smarting skin in response.
“Good girl,” I murmur. “Last one.” I spank her a final time, and she cries out the number, her walls pulsing dangerously around me—but she doesn’t quite come.
I snarl with unbridled pride as I pull out of her, flipping her back over in one fluid motion, and then settle on top of her as I plunge into her depths once more.
Our lips collide, our tongues tangling, and deep satisfaction rocks through me as her arms strain against my belt, wanting to take control but entirely at my disposal.
“Come for me,dolce,” I purr, thrusting inside her, meeting the rhythm of her hips.
