I lowered myself down over her carefully again, this time running my tongue up the side of her neck and she moaned in encouragement, bucking her hips so that she ground herself against my dick.
I fell still instantly, my gaze narrowing on her as I snatched her hands into my grip and pinned them above her head.
“What did I say about touching me?” I snarled, my eyes blazing as she looked up at me, completely at my mercy and panting with need.
“What did I say about punishing me?” she replied, grinding her hips against me again and making my balls swell with desire.
I growled at her and pressed my weight down hard, pinning her hips beneath me and her legs instantly curled around my back as she tried to pull me closer still.
“Does this feel like I’m not touching you, Tatum?” I demanded, rocking my hips so that my dick ground against her and she moaned at the friction, her thighs tightening in a plea for more. “Answer me. Can you feel that?”
“Yes,” she gasped. “Jesus, Saint, don’t stop, just-”
I shoved myself off of her, forcing her legs to part as I moved to sit on the edge of the mattress beyond her feet. I pushed myself upright and stalked away from her before dropping into the brown, leather armchair beside the desk in the corner of the room.
Tatum rolled over onto her front, watching me with confusion in her gaze as I placed my hands on the arms of the chair and waited.
“What are you-”
“Come here,” I demanded, levelling her with a dark look. “And bend over.”
Her eyes widened with a mixture of fear and excitement and she pushed herself off of the mattress before moving towards me.
“Do you want me to go easy on you?” I asked, eyeing the way her golden hair was all messed up and enjoying the fact that I’d been responsible for it.
“No,” she whispered and I almost groaned as I held out a hand for her.
She took it tentatively and I yanked her forward so that she fell across my knees with a squeal of surprise. I grasped a fistful of her hair in my left hand to make her arch her back as she propped her forearms on the edge of the chair to support herself, her fingers curling around the leather as she gripped it tight.
“I’m going to hit you three times,” I told her. “This is your last chance to back out.”
“I don’t want to back out,” she panted and I was certain she could feel how hard my dick was beneath her because I was pretty sure I’d never been as turned on as this in my entire life and it was driving into her forcefully enough to bruise.
I slid my right hand down her spine, enjoying the way she shivered at my touch as I palmed the round curve of her ass. I lined my hand up right at the apex of her thighs where only the thin silk of her shorts divided the hot heat of her from my flesh and I groaned as she lifted her ass into my hand.
I swung my hand back and clapped it down hard, a moan of pure lust spilling from her lips as she arched her neck back against the grip I held on her hair.
My heart was pounding to a blinding rhythm as the demon in me did a fucking backflip in excitement and I could only stare at her as I tried to drink in the fact that she wanted this too. That she seemed to be enjoying it as much as I was and that I’d found something to please the darkness in me which didn’t involve damaging someone else for once.
I circled my palm against the sting I’d placed on her flesh for a few seconds, drawing more moans from her lips and soothing it before swinging my hand back again.
The second sound to leave her lips had my chest heaving as she cried out in pleasure at the strike of my hand and as I circled my palm against the tender flesh, she ground back against me wantonly, demanding more.
The third clap of my palm against her made her call out my name. The word sounding like a blessing and a curse as I circled my hand over the sting and slowly released her golden locks from my other hand, my fingers massaging her scalp for a few moments before I slid them from her hair.
“You really like that?” I asked her roughly, her answer meaning more to me than I wanted to let on.
“Do you really need to ask that question?” she panted.
I drew her upright again and she moved to straddle me in the wide chair, her hands landing on my chest as she traced the words of my tattoo with her fingertips.
The days are long, but the nights are dark.
Our eyes connected as she read the words and a quiet kind of understanding seemed to pass between us.
She ground her hips against my dick in a silent plea and I was seriously fucking tempted to give in and finish this, but the rules she’d set might as well have been shackles around my limbs. Hell, there may as well have been one around my dick too. Rules were the only thing that kept me sane. I’d never break one.
“Are you still going to punish me for the records tomorrow?” she asked softly, her eyes guarded even as she ground herself against my cock and I wrapped my hands around her hips to take control of her movements.
“Consider yourself punished,” I said, surprising myself with the sincerity of my words.
Earlier, I hadn’t been able to
