“What was that for?” I asked.
He looked at my butt, tilted his head. “I like seeing my mark on you.”
I huffed in fake indignation when the truth was, that sting had traveled straight to my core, tightened my nipples, made my body wake up in a way I’d never felt before. I wanted more.
He stepped close, reached down, and cupped my pussy. “You’re drenched. You loved it.”
I tipped my chin up, ready to deny it. But this was Kass. He would give me anything I wanted. Anything I needed. Anything at all without judgment or hesitation. He was mine.
“I did. And your mouth on me, too.”
His eyes flared. “Noted.”
He licked his fingers of my essence, then growled.
“Change of plans. On the bed. All fours. Ass up.”
This time, I turned a little slower.
“Gorgeous, you’re getting your ass spanked no matter what. Don’t be shy now.”
I set a knee on the bed, then crawled up into the center, positioned myself as he wanted. Arched my back. This stuck my butt out, and he could see everything. I’d never been a prude, but I was very exposed. He could see all of me. When I looked over my shoulder, saw the way his jaw was clenched, the way he looked on the edge of losing control, almost feral, I basked in my power over him.
I wiggled my butt, and he broke his stare. He moved quicker now, settling onto the bed in a way that confused me. A few seconds later I nearly moaned in anticipation because he’d flipped onto his back, his head between my thighs so I straddled his face.
“Scheisse,” I breathed.
When his hands cupped my ass to pull me down so he could lock his lips around my clit and suck my flesh, I moaned. Writhed. Rode his face. It didn’t take long to come. There had been so much buildup. So much need.
I was wild and rocking on him as he used his mouth and tongue to get me off. My clit had never been so happy to see someone.
After I screamed his name, lost in the pleasure only Kass could wring from me, he moved again. Kneeling behind me, he spanked me.
“I should punish you for being too gorgeous. Too smart.” His palm struck my ass with a sharp sting that made me wiggle. Again. And again. “Too brave.”
My ass heated up. One side, then the other. My body rocked forward with each heated smack on my ass, my breasts swinging below me, nipples so hard they ached.
More. I wanted more.
“You are mine, Mia. Mine.”
One more smack and then he was at my entrance, the broad crown nudging, parting, then thrusting deep.
“Yes!” I cried as my walls rippled to accommodate him.
“Gods,” he gritted out. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”
He pounded into me. Hard. Deep. As if chasing something.
My breasts swayed, and I rubbed the sensitive nipples along the bedding as I pushed back into his thrusts, met him. Took him deep. Demanded more.
I gripped the bedding. Held on. I was close to coming. So close. I reached beneath me for my clit. If I just rubbed it once or twice, I would come again.
Kass brushed my hand away, then pulled out.
“Wha—” The word was caught in my throat as I was flipped onto my back. Kass pushed my legs wide, looked his fill, then settled between them and thrust deep, took me again.
I looked up into his dark eyes. He was watching me as he filled me. His pelvis rubbed against my clit, and I knew what he was doing now. He wanted to watch me come. Wanted to witness the moment I surrendered, lost myself to the pleasure he gave me.