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Maybe I was fucked in the head, but I needed this man touse mefor his pleasure. To possess every inch of me like he owned it. After years of fighting for his respect, I wanted nothing more than for him to fill me, to make this body serve his need to fuck and rut and cum. Some equally primal part of me wanted it to behim. Just us.
I’d never wanted a man like Ineededevery inch of Greyson Hart.
“Don’t be such a gentleman, for once in your life. Sometimes I just need you to disrespect me a little.”
“You like being my little whore?” Just those words, paired with his fingers working against my sex with unforgiving circles,and that pleased smile in his voice had my knees buckling. His chuckle as he supported my weight brought me more pleasure than it should’ve, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more. “You will always be my princess, Alice. But just for tonight, you get to see what happens when little sluts think they can put themselves in danger.” With no other explanation, he turned off the water, and held his hand up to steady me as he ordered, “Walk over to the counter, Alice.”
Stomach in my throat, I nodded, accepting his steadying hand. Water still sliding down every inch of my body, I elatedly complied. Unwilling to think about the part of me rebelling against his demand, I followed the fire of lust over to his counter, watching as all six-foot-two-inches ofmy husbandprowled up behind me in his naked, soaked glory. Eyes dark with need, a sly smile slanted his mouth as he came up behind me, gently running his fingers over my hips.
My god, the man was a deity. A carnal sex god made flesh, and I was the mortal maiden somehow blessed by his desire. My pussy gave a desperate pulse, needing him to fill me. Needing to feel him against all my walls.
Holding my eyes in our reflection, he ordered, “Lay over the counter.” Swallowing my mouthful of butterflies, I did as he said, both loving and loathing the way his demands set my veins on fire.
Feminism, who?
The solid expanse of his still-chilled thighs met my backside as he closed the gap, broad hands digging into each cheek. “That’s my good girl.” The following slap against my ass made me yip in surprise, his smile sending an anticipatory shiver down my spine. “Mmmm,” he purred before giving me another firm slap and then soothing the skin with a caress. “Pick a safe word, Alice.”
Studying the face of the avenging warrior in the mirror above me, I whispered, “Thunderstrike.”
Smack.
Oh, fuck me—could you climax from being spanked?! Was that a thing? Becausemy god, my walls were trembling with as much need as the rest of me.
“Good. Does my girl want to be punished for scaring me today?”
That part of my brain in charge of the wording was entirely offline, so, lips parted as I panted for air, I nodded. Frantically. Pathetically. Begging for the sweet sting of his skin on mine. His smirk was roguish and delicious and made my pussy clench a beat before he slapped my ass again. The sound was as startling as that impact, then he soothed it away with his warm palm as we dripped shower water all over the floor.
“Spread your legs, baby,” he demanded, nudging my thighs wider with his knee. In the next heartbeat, he sheathed what had to be at least two fingers inside me, based on that incredible aching stretch.
Bending over my body so he could reach around and rub my clit, he whispered, “You need to come, baby?” Another frantic nod. “Then hang onto the counter.”
I did. God, I did. Evidently pleased, Greyson took up an unforgiving pace as he fucked me with his hands. Hard and relentless, he fingered me with expert precision, rubbing at my clit until the pleasure had me writhing beneath him.
“This is mine,” he growled. “This pussy, your pleasure, that beautiful body.Mine.” A whimper escaped me, but evidently, that wasn’t the response he was looking for because he stopped, sliding his fingers out as I panted against the cold stone of his sleek counter.Smack. “I want to hear you say it, baby, because my wife doesn’t get to put herself at risk. Certainly not onmybehalf.”
“Y-yours,” I stammered, rising on shaky legs.
“Mmmm, good,” he growled, wrapping me up and peppering my neck in kisses. With his cheek against mine, one hand straightening my neck, he said, “Look how beautiful you are, Alice.”
My eyes flew to our reflection. To his half-hooded eyes, dark with desire, to the way his broad hands spanned over my belly and bracketed my neck…tome.
Hair a mess of dark, wet tendrils dripping water down my naked body, soft with curves. The necklace he insisted I leave on shimmered even in low light. Some combination of his princess and his plaything.
That devilish smirk curving his mouth said Greyson saw it, too. Saw it and relished in it.
Voice low enough to smatter goosebumps over my skin, he breathed, “Mine should get on the bed so I can finish her,” before nipping at that sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder.
Rushing to comply, I made a beeline for the enormous, modern bed, ignoring the fact that I dripped water all over the floor on the way. When we got there, I turned to face him, smirking as I waited for instructions. Much to my pleasure, he bent to kiss me. Urgent. Needy. Bruising. I loved every moment of it. Then he was scooping me up, tossing me onto my back as he prowled onto the plush mattress after me. One hand pinned my chest to the mattress as he spread my legs with his own. The other lowered to my pussy, resuming his rotation on my clit before—smack—slapping right across my pulsing center. My breath hitched out of surprise, but his smile accompanied another soothing rotation before another gentle slap sent a jolt of shock through the ecstasy.
“Touch yourself, Alice, keep that pussy wet for me,” he ordered after another rotation of pain and pleasure.
“What?” I breathed, surprised when he grabbed my hand and guided my fingers to my clit.
“Rub your clit while I grab a condom.”
Nodding, I took over. The smile he showered over me was so beautiful it was nearly blinding. Proud and ravenous.
I’d earned that. Couldn’t help but notice I’d certainly never seen an expression so radiant on his face before.