Page 42 of Pretty Vengeance

After reaching back and removing it, I set it on the dresser.

He’s already seen me topless, but you’d never know it from his unblinking countenance. There’s gravel in his voice as he says, “Come over here.”

When I do, he brushes his thumb along the curve of my breast.

“Your nips would look great in clamps.”

My pussy clenches. Nipple clamps? That sounds like it would hurt, and yet… I can’t explain why I’m so intrigued. “Do you have them here?”

“Yeah.” A slow smile emerges. “Curious, huh, Sauce? Always a great thing to find in a play partner.”

In a fluid motion of pure athletic strength, he grabs me and carries me to the bed. Sitting on the edge, he tips me over his lap. All the air rushes from my lungs as my head and upper body tilt toward the floor.

Jesus, he’s strong. Which causes another blaze of lust in my pelvis. But also, I’m now positioned over his thighs with my ass pushed up. Unable to keep from squirming with embarrassment, I start to slip from his lap.

Instantly, Jamie’s arm snakes around my waist and hauls me closer, so my hip is pressed against his hard abs. And it’s not the only place he’s hard. His erection beneath my belly causes my pussy to cream.

“Be good.” The warm masculine tone draws out another small shiver from me.

Then his strong hand lands on my ass in several swats. It isn’t until the third smack that my body registers the sting.

At first, the pain doesn’t bother me. I’m too enthralled by his show of dominance.

When his fingertips catch the elastic of my panties and pull them down to my knees, I gasp as my vulnerability increases exponentially.

Suddenly being naked from the waist down, with my whole ass and between my legs exposed causes me to squeeze my thighs together. “Hold on,” I whisper.

Jamie pauses, but when I reach for my undies, he grabs my wrists and pins them against the small of my back. That easy show of power causes my breath to catch. I can’t stop him, not physically. As I squirm, he moves a leg to trap me, keeping my bare upturned ass in perfect position.

“You’re not in control, little girl. Relax and accept it.”

Shivering uncontrollably, I exhale. “I need a minute.”

“No, you don’t. Try to get out of your own head. There’s freedom in giving up control. Remember?”

My mind races, and I realize he’s talking about when I didn’t resist his squeezing my throat during sex. He’s right… I completely let go, and that blind faith felt amazing.

His thumb strokes the skin of a wrist he’s holding captive. The small touch is reassuring. “Lean in to your helplessness, Sawyer. I’ll take care of you. All you need to do is feel whatever feelings arise.”

It’s tempting to relinquish control. Sometimes, I’m exhausted from always holding myself in check. “Okay, I’ll try,” I whisper. Concentrating, I force my body to go limp.

“Good girl.”

The spanking begins again with a slow, steady intensity until heat blossoms throughout my ass and pelvis. Arousal brews in my core until at least half my focus is on his erection and how great it would feel to have it inside me.

When his hand lands the next time, the real discipline begins. Spanks ring out as sharp cracks, and the burning pain is unnerving. After one hard swat, I gasp and try to twist free.And fail.

Jamie pauses to squeeze my flaming ass cheeks possessively.

“I’m—”

“Unless you need to use your safeword, stay quiet.” His tone isn’t brutal, but it doesn’t need to be to cause my lips to part in shock. He’s got all the power now, and he wants me to know it.

With something explosive building in my body, I’m not ready to stop yet. Pressing my lips between my teeth, I force my ass and limbs to relax. Instead, I focus on each sensation… My hips grinding against his thighs, his hard cock that’s hungry for sex with me, the flames that ignite every time his palm compresses my soft flesh.

The game stretches on until my body is vibrating on the precipice between pleasure and pain. My thoughts start to unravel. The pain is a key that unlocks…something.

My body gives up its struggle. I’m breathless and bite my lip as my eyes brim with tears. But my mind floats, aware of the humid heat between my thighs, aware of the way his hand strikes a spot that causes my hip to rub against his hard-on over and over.