Page 135 of The Damaged Billionaire's Obsession
“Will it hurt?” I ask.
“Yes.”
“Ethan…”
“Say stop, and I will. Otherwise, we’re going to at least ten,” he warns, but it’s clear by the desire in his voice that he’s looking forward to punishing me for leaving.
“At least?” I look back at him in question.
“Unless you ask for more.” He smiles wickedly, and the sight of it causes my belly to clench with anticipation.
“Why the hell would I want more?” I snap to try to hide just how much he’s affecting me.
“You can tell me that yourself in a moment.”
He strokes the soft skin of my butt, then kneads softly. My back arches in surprise at how good it feels.
“Easy.” He puts a steadying hand on my back and continues to knead my skin, watching me closely. I pull my lip between my teeth to keep my moan in, but I can’t help but squirm. How am I just now realizing that my butt is an erogenous zone?
“This is such a long time coming,” he growls huskily. “Do you know how long you’ve had this coming? The moment you opened your sassy mouth and called me Harvard. Ready?”
Oh, fuck yes.“Okay.”
His palm comes down in a swift smack on my ass, and I gasp.
It stings, heating my skin. He strokes the area he just smacked, and I instinctively arch into his touch
He smacks me again, harder, and this time, I feel a wave of pleasure in the wake of the sting. A moan escapes me, and he laughs. I feel his cock jerk under me.
He slaps harder still, and I stiffen and squeal. It hurts so good, and the pleasure I feel after the initial bite of pain has me clenching my thighs.
He carries on with the hard blows, forcing more moans out of me. The pain is satisfying, slaking my need for an outlet for the guilt of hurting him, for hurting myself and my friends, for being too weak and forgiving my mom too soon. The intense pleasure that comes after the pain is a reward for owning my guilt and paying my penance.
Instead of stroking the tender, now intensely sensitive, skin of my butt, he slides his fingers between my legs, finding me dripping wet.
“Could you be any more perfect, baby?” he coos. When he strokes my swollen clit, I cry out, so unbelievably close to orgasm.
“Ethan!”
“That’s it. You did great.”
“More,” I demand.
“Bonnie, let’s not get greedy here.”
“Please, I need—”
That’s all it takes for him to succumb to my pleas. He spreads my legs, and the slaps come harder and faster now, with no soothing strokes in between. I’m hyperventilating with the need to orgasm, my core rippling, but I’m unable to clench my thighs together because he keeps them spread apart.
I don’t know how long I’m mindless in that state of pleasure-pain, sobbing with how good he makes me feel. I need to come so bad that I think if he breathed on my clit I would go off. Suddenly, it all stops
“On your knees, baby. I’m going to fuck you, hard.”
He puts me on the plush rug and kneels behind me. I hear the sound of his zipper and I cant my hips high and lay my cheek on the soft rug, my eyes closed and mouth open in anticipation. I feel his huge, hard cock nudge my slick entrance, and then, in a smooth, hard thrust, he impales me, bottoming out. The groan that comes out of me doesn’t sound human.
“Ethan! Oh… God!"
His palm lands on the rug beside me while his other hand encircles my hip, so that when he withdraws and slams forward, he jerks me back against him just as hard. I’ve never had him so deep, and his thighs are brushing against my smarting butt and escalating the sensation. His animalistic growls intensify the pleasure mixed with just a bite of pain as he pushes me to the limit.