When her gaze grows unfocused and glassy, I slap her thighs. “Do you think I don’t see you grinding that cunt, trying to get yourself off?”
She freezes, guilt flashing across her expression. “Mason.” Her voice is an anxious cry. “I need—”
I smack her ass. “You need to answer my fucking question.”
Big baby blues blink, her lips curving before pressing together. She shakes her head. “I don’t remember the question.”
Not the least bit surprised, I squeeze her warm flesh until she hisses. “Why do you think you’re so excited?”
Her rib cage expands as she takes in a deep breath. “I-I really don’t know.”
Smack. “Try harder.”
Thick lashes narrow.
Smack, smack, smack.
She cries out. The scent of her arousal clings to the air, intoxicating me.
“Shall I keep going, because I can do this all night.” I palm her hot skin, rubbing in slow circles before plunging into her cunt. “Believe me, I can stave off an orgasm for hours, until you’re nothing but a hot, needy little slut who will do anything to come.”
Her hands curl into fists, and she pounds the bench as her hips seek my ruthless thrusts. I pull away when the first signs of orgasm threaten to overtake her. Again I slap her behind with a vigorous force that leaves me practically panting.
“It’s wrong,” she squeaks. “I-I…”
“Why?” When no answer is forthcoming, I slap one cheek and then the other.
“Ohhh! Ouch. Please.” She squirms, twists, ass arching as though begging for another blow.
“Why?” Power and lust pool together as I walk around the top of the bench and crouch low, so we are eye level.
She stares at me.
I grab a fistful of her hair and claim her mouth in a possessive, feral kiss. A low moan rises from her throat, filling my mouth with her desire while our tongues tangle together.
There’s no surrender in her kiss. No submission. Only raw, defiant hunger that matches my own. A demanding, needy tension that has never before permeated our sex threatens my already frayed control. Unable to trust myself to keep from taking it too far, I tear away, still holding on to the nape of her neck.
Our gazes meet. The blue of her eyes is bright with desire. I lean down and nip her lower lip. She draws in a stuttered breath.
“Why is it wrong?” My voice is low and guttural, my own lust close to the surface.
“How?” She licks her lip where my teeth scraped along her sensitive flesh. “How are you doing this?”
Like most things in life, it’s a matter of practice, but I’m not about to let her use her curiosity to distract me from the subject at hand.
“Right now your only job is to do what you’re told.” I strengthen my hold in her hair. “Answer my question.”
“It’s dark and perverse.”
“And this is why you like it?” I reach between her legs and tease her clit, making sure not to apply enough pressure to put her over the edge.
Her pupils contract as her hips push back. “Oh.” A low, shuddered groan. “When I was reading…it scared me…” She licks her swollen lips. “But I couldn’t help wonder what it would be like to be driven to…” Her gaze darts away. “That.”
If I didn’t know how shy she is, or how hard it is to say those words, I’d continue to push, but I think that’s enough for now. I don’t want her to start thinking so much she cools off.
“Good girl.” My mouth captures hers, claiming her, leaving no doubt that she’s mine to possess. If she lets me, given enough time, I can make her darkest fantasies come true.
I break the kiss. “Before this night is over, I will own your body. There will be no part of you untouched, do you understand me?”