Page 59 of Ruthless Desires: Vol. Two

But I don’t. I just need a little more.

When I turn my head away, Rhett chuckles darkly. “If you don’t start listening, I’m going to spank that ass of yours until you can’t sit right for the rest of the week.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

“Oh, I’ll do more thantry.”

I can’t struggle as much with my wrists restrained, so he hauls me up with ease and throws me face down onto the bed. I roll onto my back quickly.

Sadistic delight flashes in Rhett’s eyes. “You’re asking for trouble.”

“Give me hell.”

He shoves me back onto my stomach. Before I can brace myself, he smacks my ass so hard I jump. My skin stings, and the pain is met with another hit—and then another.

“Fuck,” I grunt.

“You’ll take it,” Rhett growls as he spanks my other ass cheek. “Won’t you, pretty boy?”

“Yes,” I groan, flinching at the next smack.

And just like that, I’m his. Pliant, mindless, and lost in the painful bliss Rhett is so good at dishing out. He spanks me until there are tears falling from my eyes and my ass is on fire.

“You finally ready to be a good boy, Ell?”

“Yes,” I say into the blankets. “I’m yours. Do whatever you want to me.”

He massages my ass, easing the sting. “Oh, I will.”

I expect him to bring me back to the floor, but he doesn’t. Effortlessly, he pulls me so my head is still pressed into the mattress and my ass is in the air. I brace for another smack, but instead he spreads my cheeks and circles my asshole with his tongue. I grunt.

Rhett doesn’t spend a lot of time rimming me, probably because he’s too impatient, but I don’t mind because I am too. Once he’s prepped me and washed his hands, he smacks my ass one last time.

“Owwww,” I groan.

“Your ass is too fucking sexy. Couldn’t stop myself,” he says as he disconnects the cuffs. He flips me onto my back before redoing them so my hands are in front of me. “I’d keep you like that so I could bounce off it while I fuck you, but I want to look at you.”

After pulling me right to the edge of the bed, Rhett coats his dick with lube. I open my legs for him, and he lines himself up. As he pushes inside, he groans and closes his eyes.

“Thought you were gonna watch me,” I taunt.

“I’ll get to it.” His hand wraps around my cock, moving up and down.

When we finally lock gazes, Rhett smirks. He’s working his way farther into me so slowly it’s torturous. I’ve been waiting for this moment ever since he gave me that massage Sunday night, so I’m having trouble staying patient. I don’t beg, though. Don’t want to. I trust Rhett to give me exactly what he knows I need.

Once Rhett is seated all the way in me, he finally leans over. One hand is still stroking my cock, and he places the other by my head to hold himself up. “Look at you, so ready to let me have my way with you. Completely at my mercy.”

“Like I said, Rhett. Give me hell.”

“Oh, I plan on it.” He pulls out and slides back in, and a groan tumbles from his lips. “So tight.”

We stay just like that, him thrusting into me and stroking my cock while I take it. He doesn’t let me look away, not for a single second, and I’ve never loved being trapped in his gaze so much.

I don’t know how much time passes. Don’t particularly care, either. All that exists is us, free from expectations and drunk off each other.

“You feel how well I fit inside you?” Rhett pants as I feel myself reaching that tipping point. “It’s like you’re made for me, pretty boy.”

“Rhett,” I groan. “I’m gonna come.”