Page 35 of Bloodstained Wings
I drop her onto the couch, watching her turn over suddenly. It’s the perfect position, too, making it easy for me to place her ass in the air. I steady her hips in that position, moving one of my knees over the backs of her legs so she can stay propped up for my vanity.
“Carter, what are you—”
I bring my hand over the helm of her pussy, slapping that spot just hard enough to watch her writhe with pleasure and pain. She groans out loud, fighting to get up, but it only drives me further to subdue her. Keeping her ass in the air, I wet my index finger and slide it into her sweet sex, maneuvering it in and out carefully.
She’s still so tight, shivering with delight while I add another finger to the mix.
Her legs naturally want to spread, but I refuse to let them do so. I add another finger, bringing the tension between her thighs to an all-time high. She gasps and writhes beneath me. Eventually, I stop moving my fingers inside her sweet pussy. She tries pushing back and fucking my hand with ultimate need.
“Good girl,” I pant, giving her all the pressure she needs to come beautifully for me.
“Carter,” she pants, her ass rocking back over my knuckles. “P-please!”
I can’t help but snicker under my breath. “Please, what?”
“Give me… everything.”
For a woman who wanted nothing to do with me a few minutes ago, she’s certainly making a full turnaround now. I can’t help but fuck her like she wants, my cock practically begging for the same. But I hesitate, pulling my fingers back to watch her juices drip down the insides of her glistening thighs.
“Alright, dove,” I whisper. “But first, I need you to answer me something.”
“What?”
“Why are you upset with me?”
She doesn’t reply, which only feeds into the idea that she is indeed upset with me. I use the only tool left at my disposal, reddening her ass with another strike of my palm. Her body cringes and tightens, her knees shifting while she fights to not come or cry—perhaps both at the same time.
“Nothing is wrong,” she assures me. “I’m just… I don’t know what…”
“Tell me,” I bite.
Her head drops. “Carter, I know about Lilian.”
“What about her?”
“You’re going to leave me for her.”
I pause, unsure how to even address that remark. Isabella’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and she still thinks I want nothing to do with her. She’s tremendously better than Lilian ever was, but I don’t want Bella to know that I’ve fucked that journalist a few times.
It was the past, for crying out loud. Why does that matter now?
“Why would you ever think that, dove?”
She hangs her head lower, resting her forehead on the couch with her bare ass and pussy still in the air near me. “Because I read what you and Tristin were texting about. You want to end it with me, and he asked you to make it quick.”
Rage boils inside of me, but also shame.
Even in text, how could she believe something so false unless she got the feeling elsewhere that led to her picking up my phone in the first place? If she thinks I want to leave her or that I’m cheating, then she won’t listen to reason first. She will find claims to back up her suspicions, and it’s obvious that she’s done that here.
My stomach aches with her admission and the fact that I can’t just spank this out of her.
“Come here, dammit.”
I lift her off the couch and sit down, forcing her to straddle my lap. I spread my knees out, making her legs push outward more. She’s bent forward against my chest, sniffling lightly into my shirt. I run my hands over her hair in a soothing manner.
Whispering into her ear, she shivers as I speak. “I wasn’t ending things with you,” I say. “I would never do that, dove. You’re mind, forever, and I won’t sit here and let you think that any longer. If I didn’t want you, would I be here?”
She shrugs lightly. “I don’t know.”