The Arrangement Anthology 2(40)

Sean lets out a little noise, like he can’t believe I defied him again, but his shock is short lived. He takes a pillow and shoves it under my hips, before parting my legs. I have no idea what he’s going to do, but I like it. Thrill rushes through my veins, making me tug at my restraints. I want to tease him and do everything I shouldn’t. Maybe I’m as messed up as he is.

He holds my legs open wide and with that deep voice of his, gives me another chance. “Stop thinking.”

I’m insane. “No.” The word rings out like someone slapped a gong.

My ass is in the air, thanks to the pillow. I expect his hand to come down on my round cheeks again, but it doesn’t. Instead his open palm slaps me between my thighs, stinging my most sensitive parts. The jolt startles me and I try to crawl away, but Sean holds my hips still. “Say it.”

I bite my lips and feel his hand come down again. This time it brings tears to my eyes, but there’s something else, too. I don’t know how to describe it. My insides feel like they’re on fire and I want to be sated. Am I as messed up as he is? He’s spanking my pussy and I like it. What the hell does that mean? Before another thought can cross my mind, his hand lands between my legs again and I yelp.

Without warning, Sean slips a finger up into me and I gasp. He’s quiet for a moment and then removes his hand and leans over my back, pressing his body to me. His face appears next to mine, lightly pushing my cheek into the pillows. “So, it appears that you have a rather deviant desire, since getting spanked makes you so wet.”

“It does not. I—” before I can finish my lie, Sean shoves the finger that was inside me into my mouth.

“Suck.” My tongue tastes the sweetness and recognizes my scent. I do as he says, and suck his finger until it’s gone and I only taste Sean’s skin. “Good girl. And remember, behavior that pleases me will be rewarded.”

I like the sound of that. “Anything I want?”

“Yes, if you behave yourself. Up until now, I have to say, you’ve been rather naughty. I’d slap you again, but I think you actually like it, so onto other things.”

I nearly whine, okay, beg, for him to do more, but think better of it. Crazy Sean sounds more composed than I thought he’d be, which is interesting. “Back to you being good—say, ‘yes, sir.’”

I make a face into the pillow and mutter. “Yes, sir.” Being bad is more fun, at least I think it is until I feel Sean’s naked body pressed to my back and he’s kissing me. Damn, he stripped fast. His hard length pushes against my butt cheeks as his lips find the spot on my shoulder that makes me melt. He’s close to finding my slut button—the spot that makes me totally wanton—so I wiggle, trying to get him away from it, because I want to keep my mind and defy him just a little bit longer, and as soon as he finds that spot, I’m toast. I’ll be begging him for anything and everything. Damn him. I think he mapped my body when I wasn’t paying attention.

Sean holds me in place, inching his lips closer and closer to the spot on my back, while one of his hands dips between my thighs. He forces them open and lifts his head for a moment. “Do whatever feels good, baby. I won’t force you. Not this time.”

What? My mind snaps to full alert right as Sean dips his head and lands his sinful mouth on the perfect spot on my shoulder. I gasp and wiggle, trying to get him to stop for half a second before I go still. His lips are pressed to my skin, while his tongue strokes against me. My body writhes without my consent as the place between my legs goes from damp to wet. My mind fades and I feel—no, I want. Sean’s fingers press between my thighs and up inside of me, making me moan. My hips buck, not satisfied with fingers as he kisses my back. I want him, and I start saying things that would normally make me blush.

Sean pulls his fingers out and lifts them to my mouth. “Lick them.” I do as he says, closing my eyes, and enjoying the way my body responds to his voice, to his commands. His lips work the spot on my back and I suck on his fingers, imagining that it’s his hard length dripping with come.

He lifts his head. “Good girl.” When he pulls his fingers away, I pout, but the emotion is short lived.

Sean takes hold of my hips and pushes into my slick core, slow and hard. I moan and beg for things I should never say. He sounds happy, teasing me, pushing in slowly and then pulling out to his tip, before slamming into me again, deeper. I beg for him to pound into me, spank me, and anything else.

Sean sounds content, almost happy, when he whispers in my ear. “Tell me when to stop.”