Page 33 of Smut Lovers

Chapter Four

Wren

“ W hy are you doing this? You hate me!” I seethe, my chest pressed against his strong legs, the fabric of his jeans rough against my fevered skin.

He leans down, his voice a low whisper that sends shivers down my spine, tickling the shell of my ear.

“I never said I hated you. Far from it, actually. I've been watching you. You’ve had my attention since the first day I saw you.” There’s a teasing lilt to his words, but the intensity in his emerald eyes holds a truth that makes my heart race.

“But what’s the fun in letting you know?

This way, I can play with you, mold you into the good girl you are deep down inside.

And trust me, this is what you need. Now, stop being a brat and finish your spankings. ”

Zane’s words swirl through my head like a storm, leaving me breathless.

He’s been watching me? The thought should creep me out, but instead, it ignites a flicker of anticipation deep within.

His large hands caress the heated flesh, his fingertips trailing along my tender backside, igniting every nerve ending.

“Your ass is looking so pretty. Just think, after tonight, you won’t ever have to worry about getting drunk again. You’ll be too sore to even think about it.” A sadistic smile crosses his face.

“I didn’t ask for this,” I huff, trying to maintain my defiance.

“I’m aware,” he replies, a smirk playing on his lips.

“So why do it?” I challenge; my voice is steadier than I feel.

“Because you need me, little songbird.” With that, I try to wiggle from his hold, my instincts screaming that I don’t need anyone, especially someone on a power trip who decided he wants to control me.

“You can't just decide to dominate someone,” I growl, my frustration bubbling over.

“I didn’t. You did. I can see through your tough girl facade, Wren. And don’t get me started on your sassy attitude. It’s clear to see you need a firm hand.”

“You’re out of your mind,” I retort, but the heat in his gaze makes me question my certainty.

“And you’re a fucking bratty little girl,” he counters, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous timbre.

“Fuck this. I'm out of here.” I don’t need someone to tell me what I already know. I’ve been on my own for too long, and I refuse to let anyone dictate my life.

“Stop right there, little girl,” Zane's voice booms behind me, sending a chill down my spine. I ignore it and keep moving forward, pulling my jeans up, desperate to escape.

“I'll give you to the count of three,” he commands, and I can hear the authority in his voice.

"I'm not listening," I sing-song defiantly.

“One.” I hear his footsteps closing in behind me.

“Two.” I grab the doorknob and twist, desperate for freedom.

“Thr–” Before the word leaves his mouth, I’m thrown over his shoulder, my heart pounding wildly.

“Put me down!” I kick and scream, but it’s futile against his strength.

“No, and that’s strike three, little girl. I warned you. Now, I get to show you how serious I am about taking care of you. Don’t worry; you’re not the first naughty girl I’ve had to punish. But I promise, you’ll be the last. You’re mine , little bird.”

His words send a rush of adrenaline through me, and all the fight evaporates from my body. Mine. The weight of that word hangs in the air, and I can hardly comprehend it. The man I’ve been lusting over for six months is saying these things to me?

Zane sets me down on his tattooing table, and I feel the cool surface against my bare skin. He begins untying my shoes, pulling off my socks and Chucks, tossing them aside like they’re nothing. My jeans are next, tugged down until I’m left in just my panties, exposed and vulnerable.

"What are you doing?" I ask, my voice trembling slightly.

“Making sure you’re comfortable,” he replies, his tone teasing yet firm.

“I hate you,” I hiss, but the way he spreads my legs, exposing me, sends a thrill through me that I can’t deny.

“I don’t believe that for a second.”

“Well, you should. I can't stand the sight of you.”

“Such a sweet little liar,” he chuckles darkly. “Are you wet, little bird?” His fingertips ghost between my legs, teasing me with feather-light touches. “You are,” he groans as he slides a finger inside me, and I gasp, the sensation overwhelming.

“Please,” I moan, as the pressure builds within me, a sweet tension that I can’t resist.

“Such a pretty cunt. So pink and wet for me.” Zane leans down, his hot breath fanning across my pussy, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me. “Tell me you don’t want this. Tell me to stop because you never imagined this before, and I’ll stop.”

“Fuck,” I curse, my resolve dissolving. I’ve thought about this a million times in a million different scenarios, and now that it’s happening, I’m torn between fear and desire.

“Don’t stop,” I breathe, surrendering to the moment, knowing that I’m crossing a line I can’t undo.

“Good girl.” The words fall from his mouth, sending a ripple of need straight to my core.

Zane's tongue flicks up the seam of my pussy, making me shudder involuntarily. “Mmm, you taste like honey,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. His tongue swirls around my clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating throughout my body, igniting every nerve ending.

“More,” I plead, my voice barely above a whisper, filled with need.

“Patience, little songbird,” he replies, his tone teasing yet commanding.

“Zane,” I groan, the sound escaping my lips like a desperate prayer. He inserts a finger into my pussy, curling it expertly against my g-spot. “Does that feel good, baby?” His emerald eyes lock onto mine, searching for my response.

“Yes.” I squeeze the leather chair beneath me, my knuckles white as I try to ground myself to this moment, but it feels like I’m shooting off into space, lost in a whirlwind of pleasure.

“I’m going to fuck that attitude out of you, baby,” he promises, his voice low and throaty, sending shivers down my spine.

“Promises, promises,” I retort, trying to maintain some semblance of defiance, even as my body betrays me.

The tension in the air is palpable, charged with an electric mix of desire and challenge. I can feel the heat radiating from his body as he continues to tease and explore, each movement calculated to drive me further into madness.

His lips return to my clit, and I arch my back, a moan escaping my lips as he lavishes attention on me.

I can’t help but wonder how we got here, from our heated arguments to this moment of unrestrained passion.

Zane has turned my world upside down, and I find myself teetering on the edge between pleasure and surrender.

He adds another finger, curling it just right, and I gasp. The pressure builds, coiling tighter and tighter until I’m ready to snap.

“You’re so responsive, little songbird,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. “I’m already addicted to you, Wren. After just one taste.”

I can hardly form words, my body overwhelmed by the sensations and his words. “Please,” I manage to gasp, lost in the pleasure he’s giving me.

“Please what?” he teases, his mesmerizing eyes glinting with mischief as he watches my face contort with pleasure. "Use your words."

“Please don’t stop,” I finally breathe out, surrendering to the moment.

“Good girl,” he replies, and with that, he dives back in, his mouth replacing his fingers as he devours me. The sensation of his tongue swirling around my clit sends me spiraling into ecstasy, and I can’t hold back the moans that spill from my lips.

“That’s it,” he encourages, his voice muffled against me. “Let go, Wren. I want to feel you come for me.”

The coil inside me tightens to its breaking point, and with a final flick of his tongue, I shatter, waves of pleasure crashing over me as I cry out his name. My body quakes beneath him, every nerve ending alight as I ride the waves of my orgasm.

As I come down from the high, Zane pulls back, a satisfied smirk on his face. "See? You needed this," he says, his voice low and sultry. "And I’m just getting started."