Page 42 of Resurgent
As if intent on calling my bluff, he hits the same spot one…two…three times. Sharp, rapid-fire, stinging blows on one cheek, and then the other, over and over again. I try to squirm away, but he holds me still. “Still not ready to admit it?” he asks. I shake my head. But this time when he reaches between my legs, I can feel my juices coating his fingers before he slides them into me.
“I kind of like this,” he says. “Every time you disagree with me and try to take over, I’ll just spank you.”
He skims his hand over the curve of my ass, squeezing each cheek in turn. “I have some catching up to do. There was the time you tried to micromanage my rescue.”Whack.“Every time you mentioned I needed a plan.” Three more smacks, and I’m grinding my pelvis against the hard edge of the table, impossibly turned on.
“The way I saved your ass with the toast tonight,” I remind him.
“Mmmm. That’s true.” He pierces my folds again with two fingers this time. “You deserve a reward for that one.” He pushes deeper. “Oh baby. Your pussy’s so wet.”
I moan softly as he gently rubs my G-spot. He finger-fucks me slowly, building the tension in me with each delicious stroke until my thighs are quivering. Just when I’m about to hurtle over the edge, he stops, and with his fingers still buried in my center, he spanks me again. The shock, coupled with the slight sting of pain, is enough to stop me from coming, but I’m right at the brink. One more stroke and I’ll explode.
“Don’t come unless I say you can,” he says, his voice soft but laced with an edge of steel that is making me hotter.
“I…what?”
“You don’t control anything tonight. Including your orgasms. You’ll come when I want you to, not because you want to. And right now, I don’t want you to. But since this doesn’t turn you on, that won’t be a problem.”
“Bastard,” I hiss.
He just laughs. And then proceeds to spank the hell out of me with the precision I’d expect of a military man, each blow perfectly placed, raining down on my ass until it’s hot and I’m writhing on the table, kept in place only by the weight of his hand on my back. “That’s it, baby. Move that ass for me.” A few more well-placed slaps and I can’t take it anymore. My ass is stinging in the best possible way, and I want to come so badly I can taste it. In the course of spanking me, he’d loosened his grip on me and I instinctively turn around, ready to tell him I’ve had enough.
I’m out of breath, panting with need and arousal. His expression is one of focus, intensity, and unvarnished lust. Our eyes meet.
“Oh fuck, baby. That look on your face says it all.” He pulls me to him roughly, kissing me like he’s trying to save my life. Or his.
In a moment of clarity, I realize I had it all wrong. I thought the key to “getting Liam” was being someone else, by not being uptight, by letting loose and having a devil-may-care attitude. But what Liam wants, what he gets off on, is being the one who makes me that way. He likes it when I give up control because of him. I’m more than happy to oblige him.
He’s smiling at me, and I smile back. “I admit it. It turns me on when you take control.”
Wordlessly, he pushes me back down against the table and holds me there, his hand heavy on the small of my back.
Whack.One last spank, and then his hands are on me, gently assessing his work, his fingernails lightly scraping over my heated skin, making me shudder with pleasure as I almost come again. As if reading my mind, he pierces me again with his fingers, but this time, he doesn’t spank me anymore. He just strokes me—faster, harder, deeper—until I think I’m going to die from the sheer intense pleasure of it all.
“Liam. I. Please. Fuck.” I push my ass out, trying to push him deeper into me.
He laughs and strokes harder. “That’s it, baby. Come for me sweetheart.”
That’s all it takes. With a keening cry, I convulse around his fingertips.
