all of him. My breathing strangled, I tried to relax, my throat muscles already aching. There was something amazing about his power and prowess, the way he took absolute control and forced me to surrender.
Releasing a deep exhale, Mustang shoved his shaft in deep and hard, his guttural sounds a reminder of the true beast he’d become. I was shocked how much I adored the moment even as I struggled to accept his thickness.
I could tell he was close to coming, every muscle in his body straining to hold back, the man struggling to resume control. Even as I licked fervently, he fought me, finally pushing me away.
As I looked up, I could see the wild look in his eyes, the glistening in his pupils. He laughed raggedly then wiped his mouth. “You’re not in charge, sunshine, and you never will be.”
“Maybe I am.”
His laugh shifted into something even more barbaric, the harsh snarl he emitted just seconds before he tossed me onto all fours leaving me shaking. My desire continued to grow, yet the second he snagged the belt, I did everything I could to crawl away.
There was no hesitation on his part as he fisted my hair, yanking me back with enough force I was out of breath. “You’re not going anywhere,” he stated with utter defiance before shifting my legs further apart. “You’re one very bad girl. You deserve harsh discipline every day.”
“Not true and not fair,” I huffed, still trying to claw my way to the other side of the bed.
“That’s where you are wrong.”
There was no way to describe the second he slashed the leather strap over my already aching bottom, hitting me exactly on the sit spot. Yelping, I attempted to lunge forward, the burn on my backside indescribable. Nothing could have prepared me for the sting or the way my body reacted, my breath skipping. I was thrown into a surreal moment, lights flashing in front of my eyes as he brought the belt down again. My entire world was out of sorts, my body tingling as the pain washed through me.
How could I even want anything like this? Why was my body bursting from a heightened level of desire? And why was it that the excitement I felt was all about the man shoving his cock deep inside? I could no longer think about the questions as he brought the strap down several times. The heat exploded, my ass cheeks on fire. There was no sense of my emotions or my body’s betrayal, but as I curled my fingers around the comforter, I arched my back. Nothing made any sense, yet this felt so right, as if we were always meant to be.
Still, I attempted once again to fight my way to the other side of the bed, only to be dragged back, the belt coming down in even harsher slaps.
“You’re not getting away from me,” he growled as he caressed my bottom, his fingers massaging my already bruised skin. When he rolled his fingers into the crack of my ass, I sucked in my breath. He was going to fuck me in the ass, ensuring I knew that I belonged to him.
“Oh. Oh. Oh.” My moans filtered toward the ceiling, the sound causing him to lean over and rake his nails down my spine.
“I can’t wait to be inside of you.”
Even the sound of his voice was exhilarating, driving me to the point of losing the rest of my sanity. I jutted my hips backward as the spanking continued, no longer fighting him. The spanking went on for at least a full minute, one hard strike coming after the other. A part of me was ready to surrender, to do anything he demanded.
The other part was prepared to fight like a wild animal, yet when the ache turned into ravaging bliss, I was caught off guard.
When he finally let go of my hair, tossing the belt aside, I realized I couldn’t move. I was lost in whatever powerful aura surrounded him, ready to accept whatever else he had in mind.
The weight of the bed changed as he crawled onto the surface, rubbing his hands down my back in a sensuous manner. When he slipped his hand between my legs, cupping my mound, I was unable to hold back a strangled moan.
“So wet for me. So hot.” His words were even more enticing and all I could do was drop my head, waiting for him to thrust his cock into whatever hole