He grinned—not as a game but just because he couldn’t help it. He cupped her ass, squeezing the firm muscles there, then released her to land a soft smack.
She gasped, but the sound said she still held on to her control.
And he wanted nothing more than to tear that away.
Dean pressed between her shoulder blades so her chest hit the mattress, leaving her ass up and at his mercy.
Perfect.
It made him wonder why this had taken him so long, why he’d avoided her as he had.
Because you want it too much…
He shook the thought away, then folded the belt over in his hand. The weight and the warm leather of it felt familiar but…terrifying.
He wasn’t sure he’d done anything like this before—certainly not recently. He’d gotten used to safer play, to the sort that didn’t tempt his darker urges, that didn’t remind him of his old self.
But…the desire to give Kat what she needed outweighed his fears.
He took a deep breath before bringing the belt down on her ass through her leggings. Starting off slow was right, warming her up, increasing it until she broke apart beneath him. It was the wait that was delicious, seeing her lose herself one strike at a time, seeing how much she could take.
And her response was as perfect as he knew it would be. She let out a rush of air that turned into a moan, letting Dean set an even pace.
He hit one cheek, then the other. The fact her chest pressed against the bed helped to protect her from any risk of striking too high, of hitting anything important. It allowed him to relax, to test how she responded to each sting, to lose himself in the thud of the leather against her ass and the sexy moans she let out.
She squirmed, as if she couldn’t help it, but didn’t try to move or get away. If anything, she arched her back more, her thighs pressed tight together.
“You think I’ve got it figured out?” Dean asked as he landed a slightly harder strike.
She cried out, a sound that went straight to his cock. Still, the girl wasn’t done yet, as evident by her quip. “You hit like a girl.”
“Like a girl? Can’t wait until Toya hears you say that and decides to show you just how a girl can hit.”
She opened her mouth as if to respond—no doubt with something snarky—but he took that chance to strike the bottom curve of her ass harder. Whatever she planned on saying was lost to a throaty moan.
Dean dropped the belt for a moment and gripped the waist of her leggings, then pulled them down. She wore no panties beneath, which meant he got a good look at the flushed skin of her ass and, given the arch of her back, her swollen pussy. She was drenched, something he knew without having to touch her.
Not that he’d stop himself, though. He dragged two fingers down her slit, pleased to find her cunt soaking wet and twitching—so beautifully needy.
He rubbed his fingers against her erect clit, aided by her own juices, until she cried out.
“You make such lovely sounds when you’re not snarling,” he said before plunging two of his fingers into her.
Her pussy swallowed him up, impossibly snug around him, as if she wanted to pull him deeper and never let him go. It made him chuckle, thinking he’d give her so much better soon enough.
However, when he withdrew his fingers, when he stroked over her the heated skin of her ass, her whimper said she hadn’t had enough.
And if Dean were honest with himself—which he rarely was—he hadn’t had enough, either.
He picked up the belt again, and when he landed the first strike the sound of leather against flesh was a symphony all its own. It reached inside him to those deep, dark places he tried so hard to bury down deep. It spoke to them, both soothed and woke them up.
And Kat, for each hit he landed, only sounded all the more beautiful. Was this why she pushed? Because she wanted this? Because she craved it?
He had no idea, but that didn’t stop him from giving it to her.
Hell…the more he touched her, the more he heard her, the deeper into this madness he fell, the more he thought he’d give that girleverything.
Wetness tracked down Kat’s cheeks but she just didn’t give a damn. How could Dean undo her like this? How could he steal her jabs and her barbs and turn her into this?