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The love of my life.
He didn’t say anything for the longest time. He just looked at me and I quivered, waiting for the inevitable. When he pushed himself up off the bed, I bit my lip.
He was going to give me exactly what I needed.
CHAPTER 14
Raiza
I trembled as I waited for him to approach. When he reached out to touch me, I tensed, not with fear but with anticipation. I breathed in deeply, allowing his heady scent to surround me and hold me captive. A part of me felt as though I was sinking before him, and I wondered if my soul was bowing to him in a way. My fingers found the collar at my throat without my meaning them to.
His fingertips brushed against my collarbone, making me shiver. I lifted my eyes to search his. There was no missing the sheer appreciation in his smoldering gaze, and it made me feel incredibly special.
He grasped my upper arms firmly and cleared his throat.
“You belong to me,” he growled, and his gaze darkened.
I shivered as he took my fingers within his. He took a step backwards and led me toward the bed. He pulled me over his lap, and I went willingly. He angled me forward so that I wassituated over one thigh, while his other leg pinned over the backs of mine.
It was comforting and nerve-racking at the same time.
His palm glided over my naked backside, and I trembled. I couldn’t kick or really squirm over his lap like this, but I could move enough to lift my bottom so that it pressed against his hand.
“Please punish me,” I asked quietly. My voice shook, but I needed this as much as he did. His palm squeezed my backside. I chewed the inside of my cheek, waiting for the first strike. I shimmied my thighs against one another as much as I could. I was already soaking wet.
“I promise you I will. By the time I’m through with you, every single one of your pretty holes is going to be very sore. I mean to make you one very sorry little pet tonight,” he growled, and my inner walls clenched tight.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered.
His fingers slipped in between my thighs. I whimpered with shame, knowing what he’d find.
“Please, make me yours, sir,” I begged. He slipped his fingers free from my pussy and returned them to my backside. I curled my body around him as much as I could. One of his hands settled on my hip, holding me down in the process. My muscles tensed nervously, but he just continued to glide his fingers teasingly over my bare flesh.
I gasped when he lifted his hand and patted my bottom lightly. He did that several times as if he was trying to lull me intoa relaxed state and when I eventually grew comfortable, he slapped my backside hard.
I bit my lower lip to keep quiet.
His palm bit into my right cheek and then the left, going too swiftly for me to have any hope of keeping silent for very long. Almost immediately, I squeaked in surprise at the vivid intensity. My fingers curled into tight little fists, balling the sheets beneath me inside them. I squeezed hard enough that my knuckles started to turn white, and I breathed in deep.
That made it easier to take, but only slightly.
I lifted my bottom, trying to show him that I meant well, and I would take what he gave me, but the longer the spanking went on, the more I realized I wasn’t certain if I could.
His palm was vicious, branding into my backside over and over again. There wasn’t a single place of my bottom that he missed and when he moved down to punish my thighs, I was more than overwhelmed by the constant cruel sting that radiated across my vulnerable flesh.
I whimpered, but that didn’t deter him. If anything, it made him spank me harder. He spent an inordinate amount of time punishing the place where my thighs met the lower curve of my backside, and I knew that I wouldn’t be able to sit comfortably for a good long while after he was through with me.
For some reason, that gave me relief.
My clit pulsed. I squirmed just the slightest bit, enough for him to notice. Quickly, he shifted my body so that his thigh pressed directly between my legs.
“Do you want to come, my sweet mate?” he coaxed. His hand didn’t stop punishing me, the sting kept burning and my core kept squeezing tighter and tighter.
I ground my clit against the firmness of his thigh, too embarrassed to answer that my spanking was turning me on more than it probably should. He slapped the folds of my pussy lightly now that it was exposed in this new position, and I gasped as a sharp flash of pain blossomed across my most sensitive flesh.
I shuddered and a twisted part of me hoped that he would do it again.
He did, only harder.
