Page 62 of Survival

“What have I repeatedly told you about running?” he asked meharshly.

“Pointless,” I slurred.

“Why is it pointless?”

I cringed.“Because you’ll catch me.”

“Count,” he ordered sternly and then smacked my assagain.

“One.” I winced.

Again, his handcame down even harder, and I yelped inresponse.

“Two.”

Smack. Each oneharder than the last and the sting of his palm on my skin caused afierce fire in my belly. And I had to lay there and let him. Had Ibeen sober, that would have been a hell of a lot harder, butbecause I had no desire to even move, I hadlessmotivation to getaway.

“Three.”

By the time we gotto five, I could feel Darren’s rock hard erection against mystomach as he slammed his hand downontomy flesh. He was enjoying this. But thenhe changed something. I felt his other hand slowly reach downbetween my legs and slide his fingers along my folds. To mydespair, they were slick with wetness, and I secretly cringed tomyself.

“Oh, fuck yes.” He chuckled. I was glad I couldn’t see hisface at that moment. It probably would have made mesick.

Another smack cameas his fingers traced along my heat, and I almost forgot mycount.

“Seven,” I whimpered, and I hated the sound of myvoice.

When his fingerswere nice and coated, he slipped one into my core, and I feltmyself gasp quietly, keeping the sexual tremors at bay. Anothersmack and my body nudged against his finger as he penetrated me,grazing right over my g-spot, thepainand the pleasure blending to create oneextraordinary sensation.

“Jaden,” Darren warned me, squeezing my ass and heighteningthe blazing pain.

“Eight,” I corrected quickly.

Two more smackscame, as he slowly pumped his finger in and out of my core,bringing me close to the edge. My body trembled, my skin was onfire, and I was only a few strokes away from an orgasm that wouldrock me to the bone.

“Ten,” I practically moaned.

God, I waspathetic,but atthatmoment, I didn’t care. All I wanted was the impending release thatwas surely on its way. But then he pulled his hand away from mycore, and I immediately released a disappointedgroan.

“No,” I nearly whispered sadly. I wanted my release. Needed itnow.

“Did you want to come, Jaden?” Darren asked me,knowingly.

I pursed my lipsand shook my head. I wouldn’t give him thesatisfaction.

“Don’t lie to me,” he growled and smacked my ass so hard Icried out and tried to jolt away, but he wouldn’t let me. “Tell methe truth, even though I already knowit.”

When I didn’treply andpantedinstead,he smacked me again right in the samespot.

“Ah! Okay, yes!” I admitted,wincing.

“Yes, what?” he asked sternly.

“Yes, Darren, I wanted to come,” I said backangrily.

After unlocking mycuffs with his phone, Darren then roughly pulled me up, slammed meon my back against the bed, pulled his shorts down and plunged intome with full-on force. My back arched into him, and I cried out,pain and pleasure blending all over again. Somehow, my cervix wasable to withstand him again so soon.

“Admit to me that you’re mine and maybeIwilllet you come,”he growled, slowly pumping into me and hitting me right where Ineeded him to. I moaned in satisfaction. He took that as aninvitation to suck one of my nipples into his mouth, making it hardand wet and causing me to arch myself into him even more. I gaspedas his other hand found my neglected breast and massaged it,tweaking the nipple into a hardpeakbetween hisfingertips.