Page 70 of Dove

My fingers tightened on his arms as I rubbed my thighs together in anticipation. Maddox didn’t miss my reaction. His gaze found mine again as his eyes darkened with desire. “Is that what you want, my little slut? Do you want me to punish you?”

It wasn’t that long ago I would’ve fought him. I would’ve told him no. Back when I was still bound by what other people thought. When I still worried about pleasing others before considering my own happiness. When I craved a conventional life that I would never have. Now I knew I was made for this. Made to be loved by a demon.

“Yes.” I whispered before turning from his grasp and bending over the table.

I jerked in surprise when I felt Maddox stand behind me. His hand caressed from my shoulder to my upper thighs. The light brush of his fingertips made me shiver as he lifted my skirt and revealed me to his gaze in the same way he’d done before. Only this time, there was no fear. Only an eagerness for his touch. His pain.

“Such a good little slut.” His words settled heavily in my chest, making me blush.

I gasped as his sharp slap landed on my right cheek. My body pushed forward with the force making my clit bump into the table, sending a buzz of erotic energy through me. I arched my back in anticipation for the next touch.

“Are you going to do that again?” Maddox asked as I waited. He didn’t touch me, and I couldn’t hear anything over the sound of my blood roaring in my ears. “Answer me, Kincaid.”

“I don’t know what to say.” I answered.

He slapped my other cheek; the sound reverberated through the quiet room, mixing with the sounds of my loud moan as my core clenched. The sharp sting felt like it was heating my entire body.

“What does that mean, my little dove?” He rubbed his palm across my ass, making my body burn again.

“I’ll do it again if I get your punishments.” I gasped as his fingers found my dripping wet pussy. I spread my legs as far apart as I could, my skirt bunching at my waist.

My knuckles turned white as I gripped the table and pushed my hips back, seeking more. I tried to take him further into my body where I needed him the most, but Maddox chuckled and kept his touch light and caressing. Enjoying the way he tortured me. The way my body begged for him before I did.

“You can have my pain anytime you want,mia amata.All you need to do is ask.” His words shouldn’t make me happy. They shouldn’t make me feel seen. Like I belonged, but they did. “But you will never show another man what’s mine again. Do you understand?”

He slapped my ass harshly three times in a row, each one lighting me on fire. Making me wither and moan. Making my body tense and tight as the need to come overwhelmed me. “

Yes.” I nodded my head frantically. “I understand.”

Another blow came down as the pleasure started to turn into pain again. I was riding the edge between them both. Living in the perfect haze that made me forget everything else.

“Who do you belong to?” His voice was rough as he smacked me again.

“You.” I moaned.

Maddox wrapped a fist around my hair, yanking me back until I crashed into his chest. I relished the hard muscles as I rubbed my body against him. Begging him without words. “Show me who you belong to. Show me who’s the only one who gets to feel your tight pussy.”

I stumbled forward slightly as he released his hold on me and sat in the red leather booth. I watched as he quickly undid his pants, freeing his thick cock. Frantic to feel him, I lifted my skirt and climbed into his lap. I didn’t have time to prepare because as soon as I was in position, Maddox grabbed my hips and slammed himself inside me.

“Fuck.” I screamed as he stretched me. Tears welled in my eyes at the intense fullness of taking him into my body. I never wanted to get used to it. I never wanted to stop feeling the agony that came when I was with Maddox.

“Merda.” His mouth crashed down on mine as his fingers bruised my hips, working me on his cock. I braced my legs against the seat as I lifted and moved with him. My sweat-slick body slipping on the leather. I quickly lost myself in the rhythm. Lost myself in the feel of his cock hitting that perfect spot behind my clit. The drag of him as he pumped in and out. I felt everything. Every sensation intense. A pull of pleasure and pain.

My nails dug into his shirt as I pulled him closer. His hands moved to my ass, squeezing my abused flesh. The pain pushed me higher as I chased the oblivion he would bring. I broke our kiss as I moved faster. Climbed higher.

“Please.” I begged as my inner walls tightened around him.

“What do you need, my little dove?” His words were choppy as he panted, lost in his own pleasure.

“More.” I begged. His eyes danced with sadistic intent as his fingers moved to that forbidden hole only he’d ever taken.

I cursed as he shoved inside, pushing until he was buried in me to his knuckle. My body spasmed around him at the unbelievable fullness. My blood boiled as I thought about what we were doing and where we were. Anyone could walk in and see me half-naked riding his cock. His marks on my body. His finger buried in my ass.

The shame never came. Instead, my orgasm barreled towards me because of the depraved things I let him do. But even this wasn’t enough. I wished we were home. That I could feel my blood as he cut me. Or see the black spots dance in my eyes as his hand closed on my throat. But I knew he wouldn’t right now. Not when we were in public. Not when he had to keep me safe.

I opened my mouth and tipped my head back. Maddox smiled at me. His tongue warm as he teased me, licking my bottom lip as I moaned. Finally, he gave me what I’d been looking for.; spitting into my mouth. I swallowed greedily, wanting him everywhere. For every part of me to be filled by him. “Such a good little slut taking me in every one of your holes.”

My body tightened as his words, and degradation pushed me off the edge. I said his name as my pussy convulsed around him. The orgasm barreling through me as my body tensed and released. I held his gaze even as my vision blurred.