“Hmm,” is all I say. “I’d rather just smack your cunt.”
I swat her pussy, the brunt of it landing on her clit. She shudders, making her tits jiggle.
“Cal, please,” she begs.
“Remember last night?” I croon, nipping at her shoulder. “When you teased me with that stupid fucking thumb?”
Her brows furl together. “I’ve never seen someone hate the thumb so much.”
“Here’s your opportunity to change that,” I rumble, running my thumb along her jaw. “Suck on it like you sucked on my cock. Like you’re fucking hungry for it.”
She parts her plump, juicy lips, gasping when I run my thumb along her bottom lip. I present it like an offering. A motherfucking lollipop. Her cheeks are crimson with embarrassment, which only makes her look a thousand times hotter.
“Suck,” I growl.
Her lashes flutter as she sucks on my thumb. With each swipe of her tongue, I groan, hungrier for this girl. When it’s nice and wet, I pull it out.
“Put your hands on the mirror,” I instruct.
She shoots me a questioning look, but obeys me, leaning forward. Her cute ass sticks out, begging for attention. I trail my wet thumb along her crack.
“You know your safe word,” I warn, teasing her back entrance. “Use it and you don’t have to cry.”
Her blue eyes flash with annoyance. “I’m not weak.”
I press my thumb against the puckered hole, easing past the tight muscles. Her body tenses and her eyes flit around wildly.
“That hurt?” I rumble.
Her eyes water. “No.”
Liar.
I slowly fuck her ass with my thumb, wondering how it’ll feel one day with my dick buried there instead.
“Does your daddy know how nasty you can be, loser? All spread out and taking a thumb to your ass?” I taunt. “Does he know you let terrible men like me make you do things most girls won’t do?”
“I’m not like most girls,” she throws back, her voice shaking.
“True,” I agree, flashing her a cruel smile. “I’ve never had a girl let me stick my thumb up her asshole.” I cock my head to the side, studying her. “You like it, though. So much, you’re going to fuck yourself on it. Work those hips, cheerleader. Let’s see what you can do.”
Her brows furl and her blue eyes sharpen with determination. My brave girl is sharpening her claws for a fight, not running from the big bad wolf. She pushes back against the mirror, sinking down on my thumb before pulling back. I tug my thumb back a bit, sliding out of her body so she’ll be forced to take the whole thing again. She winces when she slides back down over it.
“Touch your pussy. Girls who do nasty shit like fuck thumbs probably get off on it. Am I right, English? Does this turn you on?”
She keeps moving over my thumb, but nods as she touches her clit. Her ass clenches around my thumb.
“Keep rubbing, beautiful. Rub until you feel like you’re going to come.” I nip at her shoulder. “That’s it. Get close. So close. Are you going to come?”
Her breathing gets heavy. “I think so.”
“Closer…”
She whines. “Cal.”
“Stop touching yourself,” I bark out, my voice dripping with authority.
An annoyed huff of air escapes her as her blue eyes, hot with irritation, sear into me. I make her keep fucking my thumb and when she’s calmed down from her almost orgasm, I set her on the path to do it again.
Over and over I drive her to the edge and make her shut it down.
Each time, she grows more and more pissed.
“Are you ever going to let me come?” she demands.
“It wouldn’t be punishment if it were easy.”
She rolls her eyes like a stuck-up bitchy cheerleader. “Asshole.”
“You could say your safe word,” I remind her.
“I don’t need it.”
I slip my thumb out of her ass and smack the cheek. “You do.”
“I already told you I want this. I’m not afraid of you.”
I hook her around the waist, pulling her off the counter and setting her to her feet. “You should be.”
“I’m not,” she sasses.
My palm finds the middle of her back and I bend her over the sink until her face is nearly touching the mirror. I smack her ass hard enough she shrieks.
“I can go harder than that, English. I will. I will go too far unless you stop me. I need to know you’ll stop me.”
“I won’t.”
“Goddammit, woman, just agree with me that if I push too far, you’ll use it.”
“No.”
Our eyes meet in the mirror, mine warning hers, and then I smack her ass hard enough her forehead bumps the mirror.
“Charlotte…”
“Cal, I said you can’t hurt me—”
She cries out when I hit her ass again. The pale flesh is turning splotchy red. Defiance gleams in her blue eyes. Blue eyes that I crave to see leak with tears. Why am I so fucked up? I swat her again.
Harder and harder and harder.
She scowls, but her stubborn ass refuses to give in. I’m going to bruise her if I keep at it.
“Say the fucking word,” I snap, irritation at her blooming up inside me. “Stop being like this.”
Her head shakes. “No.”
I grab a handful of her sore ass cheek and spread it over to the side. Gripping my dick, I push into her cunt hard and with no warning. She squeals, her eyes scrunching closed as she tries to get used to the size of my dick.
“Safe. Word. Fucking. Use. It.”
Tears well in her eyes, but she clenches her jaw, refusing to let the words come out. I grip a handful of her hair, yanking her back to me. She cries out, the tears spilling down her red, splotchy cheeks.
“Say it,” I order. “Fucking say it.”
“No.”
I twist on her hair, pulling her head to the side. My mouth finds her neck and I bite on her flesh. She’s impaled on my dick, but with her angled this way, I can’t move much.
“I’m hurting you,” I growl. “You’re fucking crying. Say it. Put me on a goddamn leash, Charlotte.”
“I can’t,” she
