“Good girl.” A third follows, weaker in its collision. A scream rips from my throat on impact. “Is this what it takes to get your obedience?”
I shake my head wildly, my entire body braced for more. My skin tingles with anticipation, uncontrollably prickling when feathery hot breaths warm the skin at the opening of my buttocks. The mounting awareness of his ownership seeps into my bones with a perversion so dark it's dangerous.
“Spread your legs for me. Wide.” He instructs, rising tall and stepping to the side of me. “Eyes up.”
I swallow hard, another scream embedded in my throat, ready for the unbearable sensation of pain I know he wants to unleash. Our eyes lock, spearing each other with unspoken deeds to come. “Watch me spank your perfect ass. These marks left on your skin are a reminder of me. The man who demands all of you. And this…” Smack. “This is how disobedience feels.”
It happens without my approval. The deluge of hot tears plummet from my chin and the tingling of my sensitive nipples. They're so tight and hard. Absurdly pointed, as if the scalding pain still blazing within me is enjoyable.
He tosses the belt away, weaves his fingers into the messy strands hanging about my face and jerks my entire body into his.
“And this is how obedience feels.” His mouth covers mine so our teeth clash.
Strength. Power. Dominance. It all wraps around me with the unusual sensation of safety—belonging. For once in my life, I fit into a misshapen world rather than believe it’s me who’s abnormal. This man empowers me to be the sexual woman I prayed to become one day.
My muscles relax, almost molten from the ache of his brutal lips. The fiery welts on my ass feel red hot and my hunger for him turns feral.
Breaking away with a snarl, he mutters, "If crazy is a place, I'll buy it for the two of us, because I’m going to fuck you so hard. I might lose control, but I know you’ll enjoy every second of it.”
A moan rumbles through me, so terribly needy and desperate that I suddenly wonder how I’ll ever replace this intoxicating euphoria. He’s somehow cracked my thick veneer of self-protection. And now I’m tumbling into his black abyss without a safety harness, exposed by his darkness. This is bad, very bad, and one hell of a turn on.
“Tell me what you need.” He manhandles me around to face our reflections again. Him and I, the captor and his willing prisoner.
I stare at his handsome face, feeling the burn of my spanked buttocks against his hard dick and the flames of desire ruining me forevermore. “I want you to own me.”
When his hand roams over the stinging flesh, he hums into the side of my face. I stiffen, unsure if he intends more punishment. “I want that too.” His nose nuzzles into my hair. “Believe me, I’ve been looking forward to this all day.”
He stands behind me, hitches my hips, positions his dick at my slick entrance, and without warning, enters me. Fully. Deeply. I cry out, the sound becoming a guttural groan.
“I couldn’t think of anything else, but this…” His violent thrust shoves me headfirst into the mirror, my planted hands just stopping my face from smashing the surface.
Being with him is wickedly forbidden, but this... this is unadulterated, addictive pleasure. It’s an explosion of wrongs kissed with layers of rights. Our eyes settle on one another. The ferocity of his gaze so sexual, so primitive.
I inhale through the extraordinary feeling of him moving inside my body. I could never get used to this. It’s remarkable how he fits so perfectly. How incredibly well we move together. His piston furious hips still for a moment as he widens my buttocks and spits into the crevasse.
My scalp prickles when something warm, like his thumb, pushes past the tight ring of muscles at my back entrance. And then he hisses, “Every fucking hole is mine.’
His pelvis rocks so his dick rams in deeper. I don’t wait for permission. I’m struck by his energy, buzzing from the two of us fucking in this way. It initiates a climax, so intense I almost go blind.
“Fuck, yeah.” A strong hand grips onto my waist while the digit on his other hand works to stuff me in a way I never imagined would be so erotic. “It feels good to have me inside you, doesn’t it?”
“Uh-huh,” I moan, incapable of forming proper words.
“I’ll put my dick in that sweet ass of yours next time.”
While I’m shaking in the aftermath of shooting stars, he scoops me up in his arms and carries me to the bed, where he lays me down gently. Tomás arches over me, hands pinning my arms to the mattress and his angry looking dick at my mouth.
"Open up. Give me your all, and I promise I'll give you everything you need, Carina."
As soon as my lips part, he fucks my throat.
“That’s it. Take it all,” he groans. “Your pretty little mouth has become a huge fucking problem for me.”
I convulse at the length and squirm beneath the weight holding me prisoner. He pulls out to let me suck in a gust of air. My hard breathing is greeted with a slap to one breast and then the other. And just as I think he's going back in; he flips me over and roughly positions me in the middle of the bed.
Fingertips glide over the curve of my spine. Firm hands separate my buttocks and he buries his face. I pant wildly, barely able to keep control of myself. After he worships me from behind, he rears back, hungrily hitches my hips higher to align his dick with my swollen entrance, and then he gives me exactly what he promised. More of him. United in a way that’s all encompassing and consuming.
The instant fulfillment is euphoric. There on the bed, he fucks me, violently, while mourners sip champagne downstairs. He must be out of his mind to think of sex on a day like today. But while his teeth sink into my shoulder and he angles in deeper to nudge my cervix, I understand his need to hide from the pain with a distraction.