Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 65066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
“Sure you do, now that you’ve earned a punishment,” he says, and I clench my legs together, a thrill running down my spine. He’s joking, but Grizz doling out playful punishment is enough to make me wet.
A second later, his hand slides between my legs and he feels my aroused state for himself.
“Fates,” he mutters.
I relax, surrendering happily as he explores my sopping folds. He knows just how to touch me—light but firm. “You like having your ass smacked, don’t you, Kit?”
“Yes,” I admit.
“Why?”
“Don’t ask why. There is no why. I’ve tried to understand this thing about myself my entire life. Why punishment turns me on. Why I like to be dominated. There’s no answer for it. I was just born this way. That’s the one good thing that came out of my enslavement to Augustine. I discovered a whole world of sexual satisfaction. And I also discovered I’m not alone in my desires. There are dozens of other sweetbloods even more into pain than I am who play at Toxic.”
“You want more?” his voice is gruff and I hear concern in it, like he’s unsure about even asking the question.
“Yes, please,” I answer, as sweetly as I know how.
His huge palm claps down on my buttocks, spanking one side then the other a couple times. He tests my wetness again. I moan with pleasure. He clears his throat. “How hard?”
“Harder, please.”
“You want me to hurt you?”
“Yes,” I admit. I like the sensation of pain. The hot tingle that comes after it’s been delivered. The build up to sex I require before I can find the satisfaction of release.
My shifter ears pick up the sound of his heart beating faster than normal. Is he excited? Or genuinely nervous about hurting me?
He tugs my wrists behind my back and pins them there with one hand. “Okay, little fox. You’re going to get a spanking. And then you’re going to show me your gratitude.”
I smile into the covers because he’s already such a natural dominant. He starts spanking me hard and fast and I writhe over his lap. It’s a perfect spanking. His hand is huge like a paddle and he spanks with enough force to make it really burn. I count the slaps in my head to keep my mind busy, keep myself from squirming right off his lap from the intensity. He delivers thirty, then stops and strokes his calloused palm over my twitching ass.
“That good?” His voice is rough.
“Yes, Mas—Grizz.” I remember in time not to call him Master.
He delivers another four smacks, concentrating on the backs of my thighs where it stings more. Yep, he’s a total natural. “Now, what are we going to do about this?” he muses, sliding his fingers between my legs. I part my thighs and tilt my ass up, offering myself to him.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, screwing two fingers into me.
I cry out with pleasure. He pumps them, his thumb burrowing between my asscheeks to rest over my anus. The moment he applies pressure there, I start to hump his lap wildly. It’s embarrassing how little stimuli I require from this male to reach climax but I can’t help it. My body’s been primed for him since the moment I heard his deep growl.
“Fuck, Kit,” he growls pumping his fingers in and out of me. I only last another thirty seconds and then I come all over his fingers, my walls tightening and releasing, my juices leaking onto my inner thighs.
“Well.” He sounds almost shaken. “I still don’t get it, but…”
I twist and look over my shoulder to seek his face. “But?”
“I sure as fates liked my end of it.”
A smile tugs my cheeks so wide it almost hurts. “But I haven’t even shown my appreciation yet.” I crawl off his lap and rearrange my position to suck him off, but he groans and shakes his head.
“Gonna have to take a raincheck. Gotta big day today. Up and at ‘em.” And he rises, his big form taking all warmth from the bed.
I whimper but scramble to follow.
He disappears into the shower and I make myself ready and race to start breakfast. I only get as far as making the coffee before he tromps into the kitchen. I serve him coffee as he starts frying up some meat. I’m wearing a dress today, the one he picked out. It flutters around my knees and I prance around the kitchen, feeling pretty as I set the table.
As soon as Grizz drains his coffee, I’m at his elbow with the pot to fill his cup with a smile. I go to grab plates and suddenly Grizz is at my back, pressing me to the cabinets. His big arms come around me and he leans on the counter caging me in.
“You don’t have to serve me,” he mutters in my ear.