I didn’t evenbother fighting him, as I felt too heavy even to lift myself fromhis shoulder as he carried me back to his bedroom and slammed medown on the bed. I attempted to roll away from him, but he justgrabbed me and threw me over his lap as he satdown.
“Do not move,” he commanded, his hand drifting over the backof my legs and causing my muscles to tense. The room was stillspinning, and my equilibrium felt off as Ilaid facedown across his legs—naked, drunk, and vulnerable as fuck. I laidstill as he had ordered, letting him run his hands over my legs,gripping my ass. When he nearly lulled me to sleep, he smacked myass hard. I felt myself jolt, but only slightly, my numbed sensesdelaying my reaction time.
“What have I repeatedly told you about running?” he asked meharshly.
“Pointless,” I slurred.
“Why is it pointless?”
I cringed.“Because you’ll catch me.”
“Count,” he ordered sternly and then smacked my assagain.
“One.” I winced.
Again, his handcame down even harder, and I yelped inresponse.
“Two.”
Smack. Each oneharder than the last and the sting of his palm on my skin caused afierce fire in my belly. And I had to lay there and let him. Had Ibeen sober, that would have been a hell of a lot harder, butbecause I had no desire to even move, I hadlessmotivation to getaway.
“Three.”
By the time we gotto five, I could feel Darren’s rock hard erection against mystomach as he slammed his hand downontomy flesh. He was enjoying this. But thenhe changed something. I felt his other hand slowly reach downbetween my legs and slide his fingers along my folds. To mydespair, they were slick with wetness, and I secretly cringed tomyself.
“Oh, fuck yes.” He chuckled. I was glad I couldn’t see hisface at that moment. It probably would have made mesick.
Another smack cameas his fingers traced along my heat, and I almost forgot mycount.
“Seven,” I whimpered, and I hated the sound of myvoice.
When his fingerswere nice and coated, he slipped one into my core, and I feltmyself gasp quietly, keeping the sexual tremors at bay. Anothersmack and my body nudged against his finger as he penetrated me,grazing right over my g-spot, thepainand the pleasure blending to create oneextraordinary sensation.
“Jaden,” Darren warned me, squeezing my ass and heighteningthe blazing pain.
“Eight,” I corrected quickly.
Two more smackscame, as he slowly pumped his finger in and out of my core,bringing me close to the edge. My body trembled, my skin was onfire, and I was only a few strokes away from an orgasm that wouldrock me to the bone.
“Ten,” I practically moaned.
God, I waspathetic, but at thatmoment, I didn’t care. All I wanted was the impending release thatwas surely on its way. But then he pulled his hand away from mycore, and I immediately released a disappointedgroan.
“No,” I nearly whispered sadly. I wanted my release. Needed itnow.
“Did you want to come, Jaden?” Darren asked me,knowingly.
I pursed my lipsand shook my head. I wouldn’t give him thesatisfaction.
“Don’t lie to me,” he growled and smacked my ass so hard Icried out and tried to jolt away, but he wouldn’t let me. “Tell methe truth, even though I already knowit.”
When I didn’treply and panted instead, he smacked me again right in the samespot.
“Ah! Okay, yes!” I admitted,wincing.
“Yes, what?” he asked sternly.
“Yes, Darren, I wanted to come,” I said backangrily.
After unlocking mycuffs with his phone, Darren then roughly pulled me up, slammed meon my back against the bed, pulled his shorts down and plunged intome with full-on force. My back arched into him, and I cried out,pain and pleasure blending all over again. Somehow, my cervix wasable to withstand him again so soon.
“Admit to me that you’re mine and maybeI will let you come,”he growled, slowly pumping into me and hitting me right where Ineeded him to. I moaned in satisfaction. He took that as aninvitation to suck one of my nipples into his mouth, making it hardand wet and causing me to arch myself into him even more. I gaspedas his other hand found my neglected breast and massaged it,tweaking the nipple into a hardpeakbetween hisfingertips.
And then he beganpumping harder, faster, and somewhere in between, his mouth foundmy neck. His teeth bared down on my sensitized skin, sending myblood rushing through my veins. My heart beat faster to keep upwith the oxygen level that was heaving through my lungs, making medizzy, or maybe it was the alcohol still coursing through my blood.I was getting closer to the orgasm I desperately needed, and it wasbecoming difficult for me to hide as my hands clasped aroundDarren’s arms, clinging him to me.
Feeling mydesperation, he pulled back, lifted my scorching ass with one hand,while the other pinched and played with myclit.
“Oh, God,” I whimpered.
“Tell me what I want to hear, Jaden. You won’t come until youtell me you’re mine.”
I tried to fighthim, tried to concentrate on the feeling alone so I could mentallymake it happen, but he slowed his pace, and it was suddenly nolonger enough of what I needed.
“Ah!” I cried in frustration, my body bucking and twitchingunder him, demanding my release, but it wouldn’t come until I saidthe words meant to destroy. I never realized how effective sexualcontrol could be. It was like nothing else in the world matteredwhile you were on the very cusp of sexual detonation, and ifsomething threatened to deny you that, it was the worst form oftorture—another thing outside of mycontrol.
I was so close,but I needed more, and somewhere along the lines, my pride had beenmuzzled and I was dangerously close to givingin.
“Say it, Jaden,” he said pinching my clit again. “Say it andyou can come for as long as you want.”
Fine,fuck it all.
And that was it—Ibroke.
“I’m yours,” I moaned, and just like flipping a switch, Darrengave me exactly what I needed; he pounded into me right where Iwanted him, and I came within seconds. The orgasm ripped through melike a tidal wave, and I gripped the sheetsscreaming while myback arched and my legs clung around Darren’s waist. He continuedto drill away inside me, his own orgasm taking
