Page 46 of Satan's Naughty List
Moving backward, he leans down and slants his lips over mine, not caring if his taste still plays in my mouth. His fingers dance in the back of my hair, using it as leverage to hold me steady. Then, he unlatches himself and pushes me upward, forcing my face to plant into the bed with my ass in the air.
“When I’m done with you, there will be no doubt how much you mean to me. Do you understand?” My stomach clenches with unadulterated need. If it weren’t so serious, I’d be more of a brat. Except, when I look over my shoulder, I’m not met with the expression of an angry man. No, I’m met with my husband who loves me more than the air he breathes. There’s a twinkle in his eye even as he raises his brow in question.
“I understand,” I shudder, eyes fluttering shut as his hands roam my ass and back. They spread my ass cheeks but don’t move toward the forbidden spot.
“Good. Now, you tell me which one you want.” Two things drop next to my body. They’re hard to see from the angle, but I can tell they’re both whips. It looks like one is a cat-o-nines while the other is a basic flogger.
“Cat,” I whine, straining to see behind me again. The two items are removed from my sight and the bed dips behind me. Drew’s hard length presses between my ass, but not quite how I’d like it. He simply leaves himself nestled between them while his hands meander over my backside.
“You’re too good for me,” he mutters, leaning over my body to kiss the back of my throat. Goosebumps break out as his beard grazes my sensitive flesh. I want to shout at him that he’s a fool, an idiot to think that I’m any better than he is.
“We are perfect for each other,” I retort, pushing backward against his hard body. A quick smack lands on my right ass cheek, followed by a soothing rub.
“Did I say you could speak?” He asks as another painful strike lands on my left side.
“I didn’t want you lying to yourself,” I nag, the bratty side in me finally showing. It’s hard to keep it restrained, especially when I want him to know the honest truth. We’re meant to be together because we understand the traumas. There’s no hiding it from each other, that’s for damn sure.
“You’re the best damn thing that ever happened to me,” he rasps, his tone thick with emotion. “I would say that the holiday season is the reason for my state, but I also know that my husband is everything I could ever ask for. And then some.”
“Please let me look at you,” I beg. He sends another quick succession of smacks to my ass, jolts and soothing following one another.
“Punishment first, love making after,” he agrees as he reaches for the leather whip. “You’re going to count to ten with me. If you stop, we start again. While you count, you’re going to tell me just how much we deserve each other. Do you understand me?”
“Yes sir,” I croak, my brain working overtime to try and think of ten reasons why we belong together. I just know that this man is my entire being.
The balled ends snap on different areas of my skin, a hiss pouring between my teeth as pleasure quickly follows.
“One,” I gasp, my eyes working to uncross themselves from the lovely feeling.
“You forget something?” He snaps as his other hand digs into my hip.
“We belong together because your soul calls to mine,” I rasp, balling my fists into the sheets beneath me. Another swiftsnaphits my sensitive skin.
“Two,” I whimper, biting my lip as the feeling of sharpness fades. “We belong together because you match my humor fully.”
Smack.
“Three! We belong together because you make my heart happy,” I pant, the sore flesh of my ass and back starting to burn.
Smack.
“Four! We belong together because you’re my reason for breathing.” Then, the last six come in rapid succession. I don’t have the mental capacity to count as they hit, but I do count all the way to ten once my brain registers.
“We belong together because my life would be utterly useless without you in it,” he croaks. Whatever thin string snaps inside of me as I rip the belt off my hands without a care for the chafe.
I spin around and narrow him with my gaze. Fingers tangling in the ends, I slam his lips to mine in a passionate, soul bleeding kiss. Everything I want to say and need to tell him all comes pouring out. From my soul to his.
“You’re my everything,” I mumble against his lips. Our cocks stroke together as he rolls his hips.
“I don’t know where I would be without you,” he gasps, pulling away from me briefly. Unshed tears fill his eyes as I realize the gravity of the situation. My own darkness blanketed me from his pains. I thought I was in tune with him when in reality I was letting him drown.
“I’m sorry I’ve not been there for you,” I sigh. He leans his forehead against mine as he shakes it. “With everything going on, we’ve not gotten the chance to reconnect.”
“Let’s take that opportunity now, then.” Putting weight on my body, we go tumbling backward into the bed. Most of his mass is on his arms, but his naked cock meets mine. Reaching to the bedside table, he grabs the lube and situates it next to us after he drops some onto his fingers. His large frame forces me open, but his other hand traces softly between my thighs. It’s a soft feeling, one that would confuse a virgin if they’d never been with this brute before.
Warm, wet fingers rub at my puckered back hole before one pushes inward. The muscles contract around the knuckle as he continues inward. I try to breathe through it, but a groan of satisfaction leaks from my sealed lips.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he growls. Lips latch around my nipple as his teeth nibble. Contrasting feelings cause my toes to curl. Then he hitsthatspot.
