And then he swells inside me. I prepare myself for the inevitable hot, salty spurts of his come. Instead, he pulls me back by my hair, sending a dangerous thrill through my body, and bends down.
His mouth is rough against mine, and he stands me up against him. “Get over there and flatten your hands above the mirror.”
I look down at my hands and realized that he’s tied them differently. I can twist them in his tie but not remove them. Apparently I take too long examining my bonds because his palm connects with my butt for a second time tonight.
But fuck, I like it.
“Mirror,” he growls.
I obey, walking to the tall mirror. With my heels on, I’m just the right height to rest my hands above it like he wants me to.
He planned this. He knew it would be perfect.
“Step back, but not too far. I want to see your gorgeous ass sticking out in front of me.”
My heart pounds furiously, desire trickling over my body, creating goose bumps and shivers across my skin. I step back once, feeling vulnerable but ready.
“Perfect,” he murmurs, approaching me. He runs two fingers along my aching pussy. “And you’re wet. Shit.”
The floorboards creek, and I feel his tongue against me. One long, slow lick, with a forceful push on my clit that makes me gasp.
“If I knew you liked sucking my cock this much, I would have made you do it before.” He stands and palms my butt cheeks. “If you could see your ass right now, you’d see my bright-red handprint. I don’t like hurting you…but you like that, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I reply, dropping my head.
“Lift your head.” He reaches around and pushes my head up. “Now open your eyes and look in the mirror. I’m going to fuck you, and I’m going to spank you, and you’re going to watch yourself enjoy every second. You’re going to watch yourself scream my name when I’m through with you.”
He pushes into me in one swift, easy thrust. I throw my head back—it’s so sudden, so filling, so fucking needed. He pauses inside me, holding himself completely still, while my muscles clench gently.
“But you’re not going to come until I say you can,” he adds huskily. “Because it’s been too long since I’ve been inside your tight little cunt and I plan to stay here for a long time.”
He pulls out and slams into me hard. Our skin slaps together as he does, filling the room with the primal sound. It’s base and raw and everything I need right now. Everything I want.
Right now, he’s controlling me so wholly. My body, my pleasure, even my mind. All three are at his mercy as he drives himself relentlessly into me and smacks me with his fingers. The slap is followed by a gentle palm, contradictory of his thrusts.
The sting is sweet. Welcome. Embraced.
Finally, finally, I’m not being treated like a china doll. Finally, I’ve found someone who isn’t afraid to bend me over and fuck me into next Tuesday and spank me even further.
I cry out when I feel him hit the end of me. He stops abruptly, grabbing the back of my hair and yanking my head up. I didn’t realize that it had dropped, that I wasn’t looking in the mirror anymore.
“Look.” Short. Sharp. Demanding.
My cheeks are flushed red, my eyes shining with building pleasure, my lips swollen and parted. My chest is heaving, and I can even see the tremble of my knees.
“Good girl.”
He fucks me again, slower this time but just as deep. After releasing my hair, he brings one hand round my body. He squeezes one of my breasts then drops his hand to my pussy.
“Watch in the mirror. Watch as I play with your clit and bring you to a second orgasm you’ll be denied.”
I gasp. His fingers brush my clit, a movement I see and feel. Every rub of my clit is in time with his cock stroking inside me. Every one is perfectly synced, meant to tease me and push me even further.
Heat floods my body. My muscles tighten. Everything in me is ready for the sweet release of the pressure balled deep inside me.
Until he lets me go once more. His hand drops from my clit, his cock leaves my channel, and his fingers fall from my hip.
And I’m standing here, naked, panting, desperate.
Craving.
Tyler touches his lips to the base of my spine. He kisses up my back until his cock nudges my opening once more.
With his hands on my hips, his cock pushing inside me, and his breath across my skin, I whisper, “Please.”
“Please what? You want me to fuck you? Spank you? Make you come?”
“All of them.”
“You don’t control this, Liv.”
“I’m not trying to control it, but you never said I couldn’t beg.”
His eyes meet mine in the mirror. “I quite like it when you beg.”