Page 121 of Wolfkissed
I can’t speak. Down comes his hand again, and every slap hurts, but slowly, that pain is morphing… into pleasure? Why do I feel every impact deep in my belly? Why is it turning the need up until I’m writhing in his lap?
“Feeling good, Princess?” he growls, and down comes his big hand again and again. “Liking it?”
“Please…” I manage. “Please…”
With another growl, he spreads my legs and his hand smooths over my hot ass cheeks, then his long fingers dip down my crease and over my pussy.
I whine deep in my throat. “Valen…”
“Good girl. So needy. So fucking wet. You’re soaked, baby.”
And he slaps me again, slaps against my exposed, wet pussy, and I cry out, my insides cramping, the pressure in my bellyunbearable. I’m going to come, I realize with sudden clarity. I’m going to come from this spanking alone.
The rhythm changes, slowing down, and tears gather in my eyes. I need release, I need this throbbing ache inside me to erupt and end, relieving me.
“Please,” I moan. “Gods, Valen…”
“Come for me, my pretty,” he purrs. “Come now.”
I shouldn’t… I can’t let him manipulate me into this, I don’t want… Oh Gods, who am I kidding? I can’t lie to myself anymore. I want it. So badly. I’m dripping wet, throbbing so badly I want to cry.
I’ve been aroused for what feels like forever, ever since I saw Valen, and now as his hand comes down again, against my tender flesh, against my soaked pussy lips, something erupts in me. The pleasure has me jerking, cutting like a knife, pushing a strangled scream from my throat. Not an orgasm, but a release of sorts.
“Oh, yeah, such a good girl,” he growls. “So aroused. So hot.” His hand smooths over my burning ass as I clench and clench, moaning, tears slipping from my eyes, cooling my hot cheeks. “So amazing.”
I want his hand to stroke lower, where I’m still throbbing and spasming, I want him inside me.
And now I’m weeping from how much I want him and because I don’t know what to do.
“Princess.” Finally, he stops spanking me, touching me. He pulls up my undergarments and lets my skirts fall over my abused backside. I bite my lip at the sparks of sensation the fabric causes where it touches my reddened skin.
“What…?” He won’t make me come?
“I never promised you release,” he chides softly. “I promised to take care of you and discipline you, and I’ve done that.”
No…Frustration grips me as his arm slips under my middle and pulls me up. He turns me over, sitting me in his lap, and gazes down at me. Even seated, he’s so tall. I’m trembling—from the chase, from the spanking, from the fact that I can feel his hard-on and swollen knot against my ass.
“So good,” he whispers, his eyes like golden crescents. “You loved being spanked, didn’t you?”
My blush is answer enough. I swallow hard. How did I go from frustration to a different kind of pleasure?
His words make me feel so warm and kind of proud inside. So accomplished and accepted. Not a failure anymore. Not drowning and struggling to keep afloat in someone’s affections.
Cherished.
And still so, so very aroused.
“Do you want to come?” he rumbles in my ear and pulls back to pin me again with that golden gaze.
Looking away, unable to bear his scrutiny, I nod quickly.
“Thought so. Then take your pleasure.”
My eyes snap back to his face. “What do you mean?”
“Grind yourself against me, Princess. Or touch yourself. Or both. Surely touching yourself doesn’t go against any rules?”
“I…” I find myself gazing down at his upturned face again. “I don’t…”
