Page 18 of Punish Me, Daddy (Boston Kings #8)

S loane

I should have kneed him in the nuts, kicked him out, and told him to go to fucking hell.

I didn’t.

Instead of doing any of that, I was kneeling between his legs, his fingers tangled in my hair, and the taste of his pre-cum washing over my tongue.

It was shameful.

Wicked.

And fuck me, I wanted more. More of his hands. More of his words. More of his mouth, his tongue, his cock .

His grip on my hair was firm, but not painful. He guided me as I wrapped my lips around his shaft again, bobbing my head up and down the length of his shaft. He was thick and heavy on my tongue, and when his grip tightened and he groaned, the sound echoed throughout the apartment.

He tasted good.

The smell of his soap and cologne was all around me, making my head swim. The warmth of his skin, the heat radiating off him, it all felt so good.

I never expected this.

To want it.

To need it.

Something about the way he held me down, punished me, forced me to surrender, and the way he touched me after too. Gentle and tender and somehow sort of reverent. Like he understood me the way no one else ever had.

Like he knew me .

Or like he wanted to know me and maybe even keep me. And the thought of that was almost as intoxicating as his hand in my hair and his cock on my tongue.

“You like that, Sloane?”

I hummed around his cock, the vibrations making him grunt and pull harder at my hair.

“Good girl. Now, take it deep. Take every inch, little girl, and swallow my cum. If you’re lucky, maybe I’ll let you come again.”

Fuck.

There was something about the filthy way he talked. It did things to me. Dark, delicious, dirty things.

“That’s right,” he growled. “Show me how much of a little slut you can be.”

He didn’t give me any time to prepare. He thrust his cock down my throat, and he wasn’t gentle. I choked, my eyes watering, but he didn’t let up. His fingers tightened in my hair, holding me in place as he fucked my face.

I tried to relax my throat, letting him slide deeper, but it was hard. He was so big, and his cock filled my mouth so completely, stretching my lips around his girth.

I dug my nails into his thighs and sucked harder, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock, trying to do the best that I could do as he used my mouth as he saw fit.

“Fuck, that’s right,” he groaned. “Just like that, Sloane.”

He fucked my face harder, and I groaned around his cock. My cheeks felt tight, my jaw was sore from being stretched so wide, and my throat ached from the tip of his cock, and I realized at that moment that he wasn’t even close to being done.

My face fucking was just getting started.

I sucked harder, desperate to please him, and he rewarded me with another low groan.

“Oh, fuck, that’s right. You like that, don’t you? You like being used. You’re a dirty little girl who likes having her throat fucked, aren’t you?”

The indecency in his words sent a shudder down my spine, and I moaned around him, making me grip a bit harder on his thighs.

“I’m going to fuck your mouth and come down your throat,” he growled. “And you’re going to swallow every drop, aren’t you?”

Another groan, this one louder and more animal than human, and his hips were bucking, his fingers were twisting in my hair, and he was fucking my face like a man possessed.

My eyes watered, my vision blurred, and I tried to breathe, but he was relentless, driving his cock into my mouth with a single-minded intensity that took my breath away.

My knees ached, and I could still feel the heat blooming across my ass from the spanking, but I didn’t care.

All I could think about was him, and the way he felt, tasted, and sounded.

It was like music, a symphony, and I was lost in it.

I sucked his cock to the best of my ability, but he didn’t stop face fucking me and using my mouth and it was hard to breathe.My chest burned, my eyes stung, and I felt dizzy, but I didn’t want it to stop.

It was exhilarating, being used like this, and knowing that it was all for him.

I glanced up at him, and the look on his face sent a shiver down my spine.

His jaw was tight, his eyes were dark, and he looked dangerous and beautiful and powerful, and I was sure I had never seen anything more erotic in my entire life.

He groaned and his grip on my hair tightened. Then he pulled his cock free from my lips and smacked my cheek with it.

I gasped.

“Open your mouth, Sloane. Stick out your tongue.”

I did.

His cock was hard and hot and glistening with my saliva and it was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

He stroked himself, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Eyes on me,” he growled.

He shoved his cock back in my mouth and I tried to breathe around him, but it was increasingly difficult.He fucked my face faster and harder, and I was a mess, tears streaming down my cheeks, drool dripping from the corners of my lips, and he didn’t let up.

He used me like I was a toy, and it was the hottest thing that had ever happened to me. I felt a flush spreading across my chest and my legs started to tremble.

“Fuck, Sloane, I’m close,” he groaned. “Are you ready for my cum, bad girl?”

I moaned and sucked him harder, desperate to please him.

He let out a guttural growl and his fingers tightened in my hair.

“That’s right,” he urged. “Swallow my cock. Swallow my cum. Swallow every drop, Sloane. That’s a good little slut.”

He thrust his cock deep into my throat and held it there, his legs shaking and his whole body tensing.

“Oh, fuck, Sloane, yes,” he growled.

The first hot spurt of his cum splashed against the back of my throat. I tried to swallow around him, once, then twice, but then he pulled his cock out and I stuck my tongue out, trying to catch the stray droplets of his seed.

I felt it hit my tongue, warm and sticky, and I closed my eyes, savoring the taste of him as it splashed all over the rest of my face. I felt dirty and wrong and used, but somehow, it still felt right.

“Look at me, little girl,” he grunted.

I opened my eyes, and the look on his face was intense.

We stared at each other for a long minute, me taking in the planes of his rugged face and the unyielding set of his jaw.

I wanted to close my eyes against what I knew he was seeing: me, on my knees before him, defeated, owned, with his cum dripping down my flushed face.

He grabbed my chin, his grasp firm, but not painful, and he leaned down, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Do you know what happens now?”

I gulped.

“Now, I’m going to finish the punishment you earned. You’re going to bend over the counter, and you’re going to thank me for giving you the punishment you deserve. Then, and only then, will I allow you to come. Is that understood?”

My heart pounded in my chest.

I nodded.

He smiled, in an unhurried dangerous sort of way, and my stomach flipped.

“Good girl.”

His fingers were in my hair again, tugging gently.

“On your feet.”

I stood, and he didn’t let go of me. His hand was tangled in my hair, and the other held me upright as I wobbled a bit, my knees unsteady from kneeling for so long.

His eyes raked over me, and I felt them like he was actually reaching out and touching me. My nipples were stiff, my skin was flushed, and my entire body was throbbing with need.

“Bend over,” he ordered. “Show me that pretty little cunt.”

I hesitated, so he gripped my top in his hand and ripped it off over my head.

My pulse raced, and I was suddenly hyper-aware of the fact that I was standing naked in my kitchen with Nikolai Morozov, who had just made me suck his cock, come down my throat, and was now demanding that I bend over so he could see my dripping wet pussy.

It was surreal.

It was crazy.

Yet, here I was.

I took a deep breath and did as I was told.

Slowly, I turned and bent at the waist, leaning against the cool marble of the island, and pushed my ass out.

The air was cool on my overheated flesh, and I could feel the heat of his blue eyes on me. I closed my eyes, imagining his gaze between my legs, and then his fingertips brushed my scalded ass.

Without warning, he used both hands to spread my bottom cheeks wide open. I squeaked in surprise and yet more embarrassment.

“Look at this pretty little asshole,” he murmured, and I could hear the smirk in his voice. “All rosy and puckered and perfect. Have you ever been fucked here, Sloane?”

I gasped.

“No,” I said quickly. “Of course not.”

“Hmmm,” he musedand the way it sounded made me a little nervous.

He spread me open even wider, and then his thumb was rubbing slow, teasing circles around my sensitive rim.

“Nikolai…”

“I bet you’d like it,” he said. “You’re already wet for me. Can you imagine how it would feel, this tight little hole filled with my big, hard cock?”

His words made me shiver.

I’ve never done anything like that. Never even considered it.

Yet there was something about the way he said it, the way his voice dropped and his accent got thicker, and the way his finger was pressing harder that was driving me crazy.

I tried to ignore it. I tried not to think about the fact that his thick finger was teasing my bottom hole and some deep dark part of me actually liked it.

Fuck .

I was so turned on. I wanted to come.

“Please,” I whispered. “I need?—”

“I know what you need, little girl,” he answered, his voice deep and rumbly. “But you’re not getting it until you’ve had your punishment.”

His fingers trailed down the curve of my ass, over the backs of my thighs, and then, without warning, they slipped between my legs, just glancing over my clit.

I sucked in a sharp breath.

“Your pussy is so wet, Sloane. I think you like it when I play with this naughty little asshole…”

His fingers stroked me slowly, teasingly, and I pressed my forehead against the countertop, trying to stay still.

It felt good.

Too good.

I didn’t want him to stop.