Expensive - Amy Bellows Page 0,13

he sinks his teeth into my other ass cheek. He growls and nuzzles my crack. I’m wet for him now. I’m sure he can feel it, but he simply inhales through his nose. “Oh, you smell so good.” He squeezes my ass cheek again, then smacks it. My breath gets caught in my throat. It stings in just the right way. Exactly how I always imagined.

“You’re dripping for me. You like that?” He smacks me again, and I hold back a moan. “Your ass is turning a pretty pink. Fuck, baby boy.” He smacks me a third time. Harder. The groan that finally escapes my mouth is far too loud for where we are.

“That’s right,” Timber says. He bites me where he just spanked me. The pain is different this time. So much more intense. There was a small part of me that feared I wouldn’t like it when Timber hurt me, but I shouldn’t have worried.

“Yes, please,” I hiss. “I need it.”

“You need this?” He brings his hand down in exactly the same spot.

I cry out. Can the people outside the hotel hear Timber hurting me? The idea of that makes me weak with desire.

“Do you remember your stoplight colors?”

I nod vigorously. I don’t want him to stop.

He runs his fingers along my entrance, which confuses me because I want him to continue hurting me, but I also want him to penetrate me. My body can’t decide which one it wants more. Maybe I’m finally descending into the stage of vulnerability my doctor warned me about, where I’d be powerless to say no to an alpha.

The wonderful thing is that I don’t have to worry. Timber and I agreed on our boundaries ahead of time.

I can let go, and he’ll take care of me.

Timber’s thick finger inches inside of me. Just like I’d desperately hoped, being breached by him is nothing like sex with my intended mate. The pleasure is so intense, I close my eyes. There’s an intimacy to it that’s terrifying and wonderful at the same time.

“You feel so tight. My cock’s going to be too much for you, baby boy.”

I shake my head. “I want it. You promised.”

His finger twists inside me, which makes me lose control of my hips. They gyrate, searching for something. He presses against a sweet bundle of nerves inside me, and I moan.

He chuckles. “There it is.”

He strokes and teases that spot, and I fall apart—begging, squirming, pushing my hips out in a desperate hope for more friction. When Timber slips his finger out and replaces it with two, the extra girth doesn’t hurt. It fills me in exactly the right way.

I can relax after that. Let go. The pleasure thrumming through my body as Timber finger fucks me is enough to drown everything else out. It hurts a little when he adds a third finger, but that’s good too.

“Harder, Daddy,” I whisper.

He bites down on my ass in the same place he bit before. The pain is deeper this time, and I sink further into the sensation. I can’t feel anything but his fingers and his mouth. I’m nothing but electricity and the sweet pain that shoots through me as he smacks my ass. This time it doesn’t sound like a slap. It’s a much lower pitch. He isn’t holding back anymore.

“Oh, baby boy. Your skin is so red. So gorgeous. You’ll get a nice reminder of me every time you sit down next week.”

I smile. A part of Timber will stay with me long after our weekend together is over.

He sucks on the angry patch of skin he’s bitten several times now, and the pain blooms—hot and consuming. My breath comes in fast pants. I could come from this. I will if he doesn’t stop soon.

He releases me and gives my ass a gentle kiss. “God, your slick is dripping down your legs. You do like pain, huh?” He says it like he’s surprised. Like he was worried I wouldn’t.

“Yes, Daddy. Please. More.”

His fingers shift within me as he stands up, then they leave me. I almost cry out in protest until I hear the crinkle of a wrapper. He must have found the condoms.

I’ll finally know what real sex feels like. My first time will be out in the open with Timber, looking at a beautiful sunset. It doesn’t matter what happened before. Timber is strong enough to push that memory away.

He brushes something against my opening. It must be his cock. “You want this, baby boy?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

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