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CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

SASHA

The slow, tender worshipping of Liam’s tongue has me riding a euphoric high. Coursing with bliss, Liam drives into me, and a ragged moan billows from me as he stretches me to the brink with ease.

“I marked your thighs with my mouth,” Liam reminds me of the bites and hickeys running along the uppermost parts of my legs. He slams his hips against my ass with a hard, deep thrust as his palm rubs my ass cheek, gravelly whispering, “Tonight I’m going to mark this perfect, round arse with my hand.”

I involuntarily gulp, my body tightening as a sudden pang of fear shatters my euphoric state. Liam’s fingers tangle in the hair at the nape of my neck, and he gently turns my head to the side. “You can do this,” he assures me when I meet his gaze from the corner of my eye. Hurt. Not. Harm. Taking a deep breath, I expel my hesitation on an exhale. As I relax beneath him, Liam lets out a soft, satisfied, “Mmmm. Good girl.”

He lightly slaps my ass cheek, and the crisp sting burns for a second. Rubbing over the area he struck, Liam thrusts the entirety of himself into me. He drives into me repeatedly, finding an eye-roll-inducing, steady, and enjoyable pace. Arching my back, I lift my hips from the counter and push backward to meet his pleasing thrusts.

A hand lands across my backside—slightly harder than the last—as Liam buries his cock in me. The pleasure of his thrust dulls the burn of his strike. “Does my good little toy like that?” he taunts, repeating the combination, and a tremulous groan rises from my lungs.

His hands on my skin don’t hurt like it did with anyone else. This doesn’t feel nefarious. There is so much pleasure mixed with every thwack. He wants me to enjoy this. And I am. His pain hurts, but it also feels good. So fucking good.

“Hands on the counter,” Liam commands, his tender and reassuring tone growing darker and more demanding. “Breathe into the pain, sweetheart, because the next one won’t be gentle.”

His hand continues to rub over my ass, warming my flesh before striking it hard enough that I stifle back a moan. He swats at my other cheek, and a tiny, uncontrollable groan rattles from my lungs.

“Your sweet fucking pussy grows wetter with every mark I leave on you,” Liam groans, my arousal audible with every drive of his cock. “It’s practically begging me to spank your sweet arse until you’re unable to sit.”

“Please, Sir.” The cracked words erupt from me, surprising even myself. As much as I want to please him, I’m asking this for me. For the first time, hearing those words doesn’t sound like a threat. Nothing Liam says sounds like a threat. Instead, they sound like an enjoyable promise. An honor .

Rubbing over my warm skin with one hand and tightening his hold on my locks with the other, his tone is dark—yet pleased—as he instructs, “More, your safeword, and Sir. Those are the only three words I want to hear pass over those pretty pink lips.” He doesn’t give me a chance to respond. The crack of his palm connecting with my ass echoes around the room as tears well in my eyes. He rubs his hand over the tender skin as he slides himself in and out of me, quickly alleviating the pain.

My heart races and my nipples slip along the icy countertop with every ragged breath. I wait for him to do it again. I need it. Something in me demands to see how much I can enjoy. “More…” Without hesitation, his hand lands on my ass again. Liam gives me exactly what I’m asking for as I beg for more. He fucks and spanks me until the entirety of my ass is red, arousal streams down my thighs, and I’m quivering around him as the pleasure swelling at my core is ready to explode. “More,” I tearfully plead.

Increasing the pace of his thrusts, Liam glides his hand over the hot skin of my ass. He takes me hard, demanding my orgasm. A demand that I can’t ignore. I yelp when his hand connects with my tender skin, and it sets off the explosion within me. Every muscle in my body trembles, and I cry out my release as cathartic tears cascade down my face. “Thank you, Sir,” I sob.

Liam pulls from me, quickly flips me onto my back and lays me against the counter. “Let it out, sweetheart,” he tenderly lulls, driving back into me to the hilt. Liam bends his body over mine and fucks me with deep strokes. Taking me hard and fast, working himself quickly toward his own release, he wraps my quivering legs around his waist. Every demanding stroke also quickly pulls another release from me. He stares down at me, watching fat tears trickle down my face as he slides his thick length into me. Sloppily kissing my neck, Liam groans through his thrusts, “Let it all go as you come around my cock.”

His cock grows more rigid, grinding against my walls and pushing me over the edge. My mouth falls wide, and a near-silent scream flies out of me as I clench around Liam. His hips sputter and he pulls out, spilling over me with a guttural groan rattling in his chest.

Burying himself back inside me, he pulls me from the counter and into his arms. “You did so good,” he praises, carrying me to the couch. He sinks into the soft leather with me straddling him as he grows soft inside me. Cupping my face with both hands, his thumbs tenderly brush over my cheeks to wipe away my tears. He doesn’t admonish my tears or my feelings. Instead, he comforts and continues to praise me until my tears have all dried up. “I’m so fucking proud of you.”

I lean forward slightly to press my lips to his, only to find myself denied again. He guides my head toward his shoulder and strokes my hair. Dusting his fingers along my spine as he holds me snugly against him, he painfully confesses, “I can’t give that to you, Sasha.”