Hardwired(53)

He drove into me, hard and deep, again and again until I came with his name on my lips, tears sliding down my face as the waves crashed over me. I tried wiping them away before he could see them, but he intercepted them with his mouth, salve on the intensity of my release and the pain of our separation these past few days. He slowed momentarily before changing the angle and increasing the depth of his punishing strokes. I clung to the precipice of another orgasm.

“More,” I whimpered, tossing my head back and forth, overwhelmed by every sensation yet needing more. “Deeper.”

He stopped suddenly and my breath hitched. He flipped me over to my belly and lifted my knees beneath me, slapping me on the ass so hard I yelped, the pain of it stunning me back into reality. Before I could protest, he shoved his cock back inside of me with a force that almost knocked the wind out of me.

He pulled out completely and bent over me, leaving me empty and aching. “No more running away from me, Erica. I mean it.” His voice was hoarse and his breath hot against my neck.

“Blake, please,” I moaned, rocking back into him.

“Promise me.”

“Yes. I promise.”

He straightened and his palm made sharp contact in the same place, the sting sizzling under the sensation of his cock ruthlessly powering into me. He withdrew again. I pressed back into him, the need to orgasm with him inside me destroying my inhibitions. He answered my plea, steadily pumping into me, and when his hand made contact with my ass again, I clenched around him uncontrollably, crushing his cock with the walls of my pussy.

“More,” I cried.

He picked up the pace, never breaking the connection and shattering me with every measured slap. My body shuddered, every muscle tensing beyond my will as he brought me to the very edge. I moaned into the couch, my fingernails clawing at the expensive fabric, and I came with a scream that the bouncer very likely heard. Blake ground out his own release, emptying himself into me with a shuddery sigh, his breath gusting on my neck as he bent over me. He stilled, then circled my waist and turned me to face him, meeting me with a gentle breathy kiss.

“That was different,” I murmured, boneless and punch—well, slap-drunk.

“You liked it,” he said.

I moaned and tightened my legs around him.

He smirked. “For being such a bossy little minx, you make a great submissive.”

My eyes shot open. “I would hardly describe myself as submissive.”

“You say that like it’s a dirty word.”

“It is to me. I don’t—”

“Wait, before you start, let me just ask you this. Do you want me to do that again sometime?”

I blinked, suddenly embarrassed that he was going to make me admit it. Getting spanked in the heat of the moment felt very different from negotiating it face to face. “I don’t know. Maybe.”

“Good, because I plan to.” His face left no doubt that he was serious, his voice hard and clipped.

I wanted to argue, to tell him to fuck off and get lost, but I was getting turned on by the very thought of it.

“You’re making me want things I’m not sure I want.”

“You’re allowed to want different things in bed than you do in your everyday life. I promise not to spank you in public.” His face softened with a smile. “Unless you’re a very bad girl.” He took my nipple in his mouth and grazed the hardened tip with his teeth.

Oh, I love that. I tightened at the sensation and panted softly.

Blake gave my nipple another hard suck and rolled the other between his fingertips, twisting the flesh just enough to inflict the perfect measure of pain.

“How do I know this isn’t just the next phase of you dominating every part of my life? First the apartment, now this…” I breathed, barely able to string the thought together.

“That’s a compelling idea, but I hardly think you’d let me get away with it.” He brushed his lips along my collarbone, suckling my neck as he continued to taunt my nipples with his fingers.

I bowed my chest into his palm, and a satisfied smile spread across his face as he pulled away and stood. He was still hard, a thrilling show of his stamina, but when he tucked himself back into his pants, I huffed.

    “Don’t pout. Let me take you home,” he said, the promise of more twinkling in his eyes.





* * *

We barreled through the doors of the condo and I had Blake flat beneath me on the crimson bedspread of the guest bed in a matter of seconds, exactly where I’d wanted him for days. After his earlier punishments and our little conversation on being his submissive, I was still wild with lust for him. Frenzied, I removed his shirt, licking and nipping at the skin leading to his pants, tugging him free. He sat up and stripped me out of my dress. Naked and filled with longing, I let my hands roam over his fevered skin while he traced the contours of my torso with his mouth, worshipping me inch by inch. His soft breath warmed my oversensitive skin and piqued my craving.