Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17893 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17893 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
I spank the center of her bottom so hard, she rocks forward on her heels. “I can’t hear you.”
“You are, sir,” she cries.
“That’s right.” I circle her and take a fist full of her hair, drawing her head back slowly, gently. “And who makes the rules?”
“You do.” Her red lips part, and I want to kiss her. But not yet.
“That’s right. I’ll teach you this lesson as many times as it takes. Now thank me for your punishment.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“That’s a good girl.” My voice is so gravelly, it might as well be a growl. I cup the curve of her right cheek and squeeze, and she shudders in pleasure. My cock is swollen in my slacks, and when it pokes her hip, I have to grit my teeth against the need to come. To thrust into her warm, wet center.
Later. I’ll take her later when we’re alone.
Her eyes are heavy-lidded. She licks her lips, and I bite back a groan of my own. I reach for her, pressing two fingers on her plush bottom lip. She opens for me immediately, and I sink my fingers into the hot, wet cave of her mouth.
“That’s it, baby. Show me how you would please me.” Her tongue swirls around my finger. My dick is so swollen I can’t move. I can only shove my fingers further. “That’s it, take me deep. I know you can do it. You take what I give you.” She hums around my fingers, and I pull out before I lose it.
“Good, baby.” I sit in the chair and roll behind her. Her bottom is a work of art, lush and red, a plush peach ready for me to split open. I lean in and get a hit of her scent. I want to bite her. I grab her ass instead, digging my fingers into the punished flesh until she moans. She arches her back and pushes into my palms. “Oh fuck, you’re so perfect for me.”
“Spank me,” she begs. “Punish me. Please, sir.”
“Oh I will.” I slide two fingers along the gusset of her bodysuit. She rises to tiptoe with a high-pitched sigh. “I’m going to tease you like you’ve been teasing me. See how you like it.”
The fabric is sopping wet. I growl and shift my body, so my shoulders block anyone’s view. No one gets to see my mate’s arousal. No one but me.
“Did you like your punishment?” I ask in a low voice.
“Yes, sir.” She sucks in a breath as my fingers explore.
“You like when I take charge. You crave it.”
She sways in her heels, wriggling away from my touch. I smack her ass and pull her back into position. “Answer me.”
“Yes, sir. It’s so good.”
“Come here.” I clamp down on her hips, turning her to face me and setting her on my lap in one swift movement. She’s straddling me, her wet center right on my dick. With a cry, she pushes up to her knees. I let her adjust, then force her back down, so she grinds on my lap. I tug her dress over her bottom, so she’s a bit more covered. No one can see how her wetness is soaking the front of my slacks, but they can guess.
I roll my hips, rubbing my cock along her barely covered slit. She shakes in my arms. Her face is flushed, her eyes heavy-lidded. She bites her lip and rocks against me.
I seize a handful of her hair and bring her mouth down to mine. Our tongues tangle, but mine overpowers hers, thrusting into her in time to the lift of my hips.
“Brick,” she gasps, and then her hips jerk.
Brick
She just came in my arms. My cock swells as if it might burst out of my pants. I’m this close to pulling aside her bodysuit and taking her here, in front of everyone.
But there’s no way I’m doing that in front of an audience. She’s mine, all mine.
I rise and tip her over my shoulder, making sure her dress is covering her reddened ass. It does–barely.
She and I are going to have words about this. As soon as I get some privacy.
I whirl and face the direction of the throne, squinting against the stupidly bright lights.
“That’s enough.” I tell Thaddeus. “We’re leaving.”
Thaddeus is already on his feet, clapping. Some of the club members follow his lead, giving us a standing ovation. Most are too busy making use of the spanking benches and St. Andrew’s crosses or just plain fucking.
It’s over. The King of Manhattan is appeased.
Now he can fuck off.
I give Thaddeus my most deadly thousand-yard stare and stride to the back door. From there, it’s a short walk past the green room to the exit.
I burst out into the night. Billy and Sully were waiting on either side of the door, and they jump to attention.