His toy.
His pet.
His possession.
I was trembling all over again but this time from the deliciousness of his actions, the way I felt in his arms. As I curled my fingers in his hair, he pulled me closer, allowing the smooth bourbon to slide into my mouth. Another round of excitement coursed through me, my nipples aching and my pussy dampening my panties.
I could tell he was attempting to place the glass on the counter. When the tumbler almost slipped off, he broke the kiss, issuing the most guttural growl yet. I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Oh, yeah? You think that’s funny?” he asked, but in an entirely seductive way.
“Yes, actually I do.”
“Let’s see how funny you think it is when I turn that bottom of yours into the loveliest shade of scarlet.”
“No! No, you brute. You already spanked me.”
He gave me a mischievous look before unfastening my jeans despite my efforts to stop him.
“I own you. Remember? You will do as I say, although you seem to have selective amnesia.” The filthy smile remained on his face as he managed to yank the dense material over my hips. All I could do was groan as he wrangled them to the floor, lifting me into the air with a single arm then dragging them away from me.
“You’re nothing but a savage cowboy,” I purred, moaning the second he slipped his hand between my legs, fingering my clit. My God, the feel of his explosive heat was incredible, leaving my mouth watering and my heart racing.
“Don’t you forget it, little brat. I can take you anywhere and anytime I want.”
I knew he wasn’t kidding. He’d determined that I’d become his possession. His to discipline.
His to train.
His to fuck.
Winking, he tossed me over the edge of the island counter, holding me down as he searched through a drawer. What the hell was he trying to find? As he brought a wooden spoon into the light, I gulped audibly.
“I just had a spanking!”
He huffed and twirled the damn thing in front of me. “You had about fifteen smacks over your jeans. It’s much more effective on your naked bottom.”
As if making his point, he swatted me four times in a row, moving from one side to the other.
“Ouch!”
“Yup. Spankings are supposed to hurt. I think you need to get that through your pretty little head. Maybe if you do, I won’t have to punish you so often.” He issued several more, humming as he kept a perfect rhythm.
The pain was biting but even more, the desire for him continued to build. I leaned into the counter, pressing my face against it and hoping that he would thrust his cock deep inside. I didn’t even mind the spanking. In fact, with every rough smack of the ugly implement, my nipples ached and my pussy quivered.
“You’re so wet for me, little brat.” His words were like soft velvet gingerly positioned over my naked skin, soothing yet seductive.
“Uh-huh.”
Another hard crack forced my eyes open wide. When he tapped the rounded portion of the spoon against my pussy lips, I almost came on the spot. I could no longer feel my toes as he repeated the move, finally smacking my swollen folds several times.
“Oh… Yes, I…” I couldn’t put a rational sentence together. I wasn’t even certain what time of day it was. All I knew was that I wanted him, my hunger off the charts.
With every hard crack of the spoon, I was pushed closer to pure ecstasy. When I heard him tossing the spoon across the room, I whimpered several times. Did I actually want him to continue? Was the excitement of having him dominate every inch of my body really everything I’d ever wanted? With a man like Nash, I knew the answer.
I heard another delicious sound. His zipper being tugged, his jeans being pulled from around his chiseled hips. And I knew exactly what to expect next.
He was going to fuck me hard.
He rolled the tips of two fingers around my clit several times, his breathing becoming raspy. I could tell he was having difficulty controlling his desires. I shifted my hips back and forth, knowing exactly what I was doing to him.
His growl was confirmation as well as a delicious reward.
“Bad girl.”
“Mmmm… Your bad girl.”
“Always.” He shoved his fingers into my pussy, pumping several times. Then he rolled his fingers up the crack of my ass, forcing me to stiffen. Without any further hesitation, he shoved the entire length of his cock deep inside my pussy.
My muscles immediately clamped around the thick invasion, my breath skipping as bars of light floated across my field of vision. Gasping for air, I pushed up from the counter, opening my legs as wide as they would go.
“Are we hungry, little girl?” he asked, pulling almost all the way out. When he drove into me again, I issued a strangled series of moans.
“Yes. God, yes. Just fuck me.”
The words seemed to entice him even more and he began plunging into me with such vigor I was shoved against the edge of the counter time and time again. He couldn’t seem to get enough of me, pulling all the way out then driving as hard and fast into my aching pussy as possible. When he gripped my hips, holding me in place, I arched my back even more, changing the angle. I was on fire, my skin seared from the touch of his fingers alone.
His rough, brutal actions were pure ecstasy, my scattered moans filtering into the room.
“Uh. Uh. Uh…”
I could tell he was close to coming and the second he shoved his fingers back into my dark hole, I lost it, a climax rushing into me, a tidal wave of pleasure. I had no control of my muscles as they clenched around his beautiful cock, holding him in place. The sound of his husky roar was a sweet reward. And as he continued to pound into me, I felt his release.
As he filled me with his
