Breaking Him(40)

The pad of his thumb grazed me, his other hand still on my ass, holding me in place, and I whimpered, fighting not to grab his hand and put it where I wanted it.

Finally, he gripped the sides of my panties and slowly slid them down my legs. I stepped from them, and he flung them to the side and sat back. “Shit, look at you. So goddamn beautiful.” He slid a single finger through my slick folds, then sucked it between his lips. “Taste so good, darlin’. So good. Can’t get enough. Could spend all week buried between your thighs and still not get enough of you.” He put his hands on either side of his thighs, tilted his head back, and held my gaze. “Lie over my lap, Abigail. Ass in the air for me.”

I was breathing so fast I thought I might hyperventilate. I did as he asked, lying across his lap. His thighs were spread, supporting me, and the denim of his jeans was rough against my nipples.

His hand went straight to my bare ass, smoothing and rubbing, massaging my skin. “So pretty,” he rasped. “So damn perfect.” He trailed his hand up my spine and down again, his touch tender, reverent. “Why are you getting punished, Abi?”

“I teased you.”

His hand squeezed my tender cheek a little harder. “And the other reason, what is it, darlin’?”

Oh God. “I made you feel…I hurt you today…I…”

“No,” he growled, cutting me short. “You didn’t hurt me, Abi. You didn’t trust me. I need your trust more than I need my next breath. I need it, Abigail.”

I opened my mouth to say he had it, but my words were cut off when his hand came down on my ass.

It barely made contact with my skin.

He’d pulled back.

I wanted what he’d given me this morning. His hand coming down hard on my backside, that deep ache. His thighs trembled, stomach muscles jumping, breath choppy. He was struggling, second-guessing what we were doing, fighting himself.

I lifted my hips, wiggling my ass. “I can take it, Eli.”

He cursed.

“Harder, please.”

A growl rumbled from deep in his chest, fingers flexing against my cheek, then they were gone. His hand came down again, this time harder.

I cried out.

“Are you going to give me your trust?”

I gasped. “Yes. You have it.”

He spanked me again, two in quick succession, but not in the same place, then the heat of his palm was covering my stinging cheek, rubbing and massaging again, making me groan. The sting quickly vanished, replaced with a deep ache that had my thighs shaking and my core clenching.

“Are you going to tease me again?” His voice was tight, deep with hunger.

I squirmed. “If this is what I get…yes,” I admitted.

He groaned. “Fuck.”

His cock was long and hard beneath me, poking into my belly. That, plus the way he’d said that rough curse, had me aching for more. I spread my legs wider, moaning as I did. Teasing him like I said I would. Pushing him to hit me again. Desperate for it.

Eli stilled, and I knew he was looking at me, at how wet I was. He cursed again, then he spanked me harder. Three times.

I nearly came.

He rubbed and squeezed, deepening the ache, then he did it again. “Spread wider.”

I did as he said.

His hand came down between my legs, the wet slap against my swollen lips tipping me over the edge. I screamed and started to come. Eli growled and pressed his hand against my convulsing flesh, applying pressure, rubbing, dragging it out.

Before I could catch my breath, he gently turned me so he could cradle me in his massive arms.

He brushed the hair back from the side of my sweaty face. “Okay, angel?”

I rested my head against his chest, clinging to him. “Yes.” That’s all I could manage. I was feeling so many different things in that moment, but there was no way I could verbalize a single one.

Eli held me tight, nuzzling me, kissing me. “You did so good, darlin’. So good,” he rasped into my hair. “God, you blow me away, sweetheart.”

His praise made me happy in a way I’d never experienced, like there was a light shining inside me, bright and warm. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. His expression was soft, lips parted, awe, affection, excitement in his eyes. He was beautiful.

“The way you came like that…” He seemed as lost for words as I was. He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. “It felt good, didn’t it, Abigail? You liked what we just did?”

My ass throbbed in the best way, and I’d just come so hard, my sex was still lightly pulsing. To say I liked it was a gross understatement. “Yes. God, Eli, yes. So much.”

His rough-skinned hand slid down to my ass, smoothing over a tender cheek. He nuzzled my hair again. “Everything I ever imagined…the way you just came against me like that…shit, angel, you surpassed any fantasy I’ve ever had.”