Page 33 of Devious Obsession
“No.” She drops her hands to her sides, fixing me with a defiant glare. “I was thinking about you.”
Moving closer to the bed, I stare down at her, at her gorgeous curves and smooth skin. There’s a small cut on her left leg where she nicked herself shaving. A dark mole on her stomach, just to the left of her belly button. A dark pink birthmark on her left hip.
She’s fucking perfect.
And she’s laid out for me like a gift made just for me.
“What were you thinking about? The lies you told me, that you don’t belong to me? That you can’t have me? That you think you can deny me what I’ve waited years for?”
She pushes up to her elbows. “I was thinking about what you did yesterday.”
“When I punished you? You were thinking about being punished?” No judgement from me. When I remember her ass bouncing perfectly after each lash of my belt, my cock gets rock hard.
“This is stupid. Give me my clothes.” She turns, like she’s going to roll off the bed, but I’m not having that.
“Lie back.” I order her.
“Artem, I’m not playing?—”
“I’m not either. You obviously wanted to make a point here. Well, you’ve made it.”
Her cheeks flushed, like a little girl getting caught with her hand stuck in the cookie jar.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I don’t?” I grab hold of her wrist, yanking her closer to me as I lean into her. “You just got so aroused you had to come in here and play with what doesn’t belong to you? Is that what you want me to believe?”
“Artem, let me go.”
“No. This little cat and mouse game is over. You wanted my attention. You want to be punished. Who am I to deny you?” I brush my nose against her cheek, inhaling the sweet scent of her rebellion. “You’ve touched what’s mine. Now lie the fuck back down.”
Eyes full of arousal and trepidation, she leans back against the pillows.
“This is what you wanted. You wanted me to punish you, but there are many ways to punish a bad girl without a spanking.” I slap her tit from the side, delighting in the way it bounces from the impact.
She curls her shoulders. I slap the other breast, taking her nipple between two fingers and pinching.
“Ow!” She winces, raising her hands to shove me away.
“Hands down, Babygirl. Daddy’s playing, and you don’t want to get in my way.”
She scrapes her teeth over her bottom lip, trying to decide if she should comply or push me further. Lifting one hip then the other, she tucks her hands beneath her ass.
“Smart girl.” I grin. Her chest rises and falls with her increased breaths.
I roll her peaked nipple beneath the pad of my finger, waiting until her eyelids drop a fraction. Then I pinch again, this time twisting to the right.
“Fuck!” She curls her shoulders again, as though she can pull her breasts away from me with the movement.
“Stay still.” I order her. “Don’t pull away, don’t try to escape it, just accept it.”
“It hurts so much,” she whimpers.
“Good.” I lower my mouth to her breast, letting go of her nipple and replacing my fingers with my mouth.
Another moan, this one filled with unexpected pleasure. Flicking my tongue over the tender nub, she arches her back, pushing her tit up at me.
“No, Babygirl, you take what I give and nothing more,” I press her shoulders down until she’s flat on the bed again.
