He kisses me hard as he pins my hands above my head. I push back into him, finding that last bit of frustration and using it to fuel the desire ringing down into my core.
“I think we’ll play a little game,” he says, suddenly twisting my arm. I yelp in surprise as he turns me around and pins me face-first against the wall. It doesn’t hurt, but he’s definitely pushing hard enough that I can’t get away. “I’m going to help you work out all that frustration.”
“How are you going to do that?”
“By punishing you.”
“I don’t follow the logic, if I’m honest.”
“Don’t you?” He pulls my hair lightly and kisses my neck. “Let’s give you a demonstration then.”
With surprising speed, he reaches down and unbuttons my jeans. I let out a shocked laugh as he yanks them down, exposing my ass. I’m in a pair of lacy navy-blue boy shorts.
“Seems like this is less of a punishment and more—” I start to say until he brings his palm down on my left cheek with one quick motion.
I suck in a breath as pain lances along my skin.
“You were saying?” he asks, lightly rubbing my ass where he just slapped me.
“Was that… a spanking?” I ask.
“You can call it that if you want.” He nibbles my ear from behind. “But I think you need to be pinned down over my knees for it to really count.”
“Is that something you can do?”
He laughs, dark and low, sending another spike into my core.
“Right this way, you bad fucking girl.” He leads me to the guest room across the hall and sits on the edge of the bed. My heart races as he drags me down into his lap, roughly wrenching my panties down further to show off my full bare ass. “Is this what you wanted?”
“I’m not sure wanted is the right word, but—”
He spanks me again, one quick and brutal motion. I arch in shock and pain as it fills me like fire. Then he’s massaging again and murmuring how I’m such a good girl.
“How was that, baby? Too much?”
“Fuck,” I say, drooling against the comforter. My body goes slack as the wires mixing pleasure and pain get totally crossed in my head. “I don’t know.”
“You can’t think now, can you?” He spanks me again, and again. I’m grinding against his thigh, panting and moaning. From a freaking spanking? What the hell is going on with me right now? “Oh, baby, you like that, don’t you?” He’s purring at me, clearly enjoying this. I feel him stiffening underneath me.
“I don’t know what I like right now,” I say, dazed, and arch my back. “But do it again.”
He whacks me three more times. My brain fizzles and fries with total confusion, and he only makes it worse when he roughly pushes my legs open and runs his fingers up and down my slit.
Oh, fucking shit, that feels so good.
“That’s my girl,” he says as his fingers probe at my pussy and lap at my clit. “You need a little something nice to balance out the spanking you’re getting. You deserve a treat, don’t you?”
“And this treat is you touching my pussy?” I whine, wriggling against his hand, practically trying to hump his fingers.
“That’s right.” He pulls his hand away, and I moan from the sudden lack of sensation. His fingers press into my mouth, and I suck them eagerly.
Until he pulls back and spanks me. This time, it’s a wet slap, and I end up moaning. He teases my pussy immediately, slamming bliss against agony and driving me insane.
“What a good girl,” he praises. “Your pretty pale ass looks so good with my red handprint right on your cheek. I’m going to spank you until my fingers leave bruises. When you sit, you’ll feel me. That’s my mark, baby.”
“You’re a little insane.”
“And you like it.” He spanks me again, and again, and one more time hard enough that I cry out, before he plunges his fingers deep into my pussy.
Shit.
Oh, god.
That is so, so good.
I whimper and moan as I push against his hand. My ass feels like it’s on fire, but my pussy feels like it’s being filled with heaven. I don’t know which is worse or better, and I don’t care. I buck back into him, desperate and greedy for more.
“That’s such a good girl,” he whispers and gently pulls back. He pushes me down onto the bed, face against the comforter, ass in the air. I look back as he takes off his pants and strokes his thick cock. “Look at your pink little pussy. It’s dripping down your thighs, baby. You’re so fucking filthy and beautiful. You have no idea how much I want you.”
“Show me,” I beg, wiggling my ass for him. “Fuck me. Fill me. You’re making me impatient.”
“God, you look so good when you beg, my little dirty girl.” He strokes himself faster, his eyes like liquid desire. “Tell me you want it.”
“Please,” I moan. “Fuck me, Alexan. I want it. I want you.”
That gets him. He grabs my hips roughly and sinks himself inside of me. I bliss out for a second as he stretches and fills me to the brim, the ache of his big dick like the sweetest drug.
I arch back and lift up. He kisses me over my shoulder.
“Pretty little pussy,” he murmurs, stroking slowly in and out. “And so fucking wet.”
“You like it when I get wet for you,” I say, breathing hard.
“And now you have a dirty fucking mouth too.” He buries fingers between my lips as he fucks me. “Suck those and let me fuck you.”
I moan and give myself over to him. Alexan fills me again and again as he falls into a rhythm. His body is big and perfect, his athletic muscles tightening and flexing, and I’m amazed at how good he looks. It’s like the man was made to fuck me. He was built to make me submit. He was born to ruin my body and fry my brain.
And I love every second of it.
“That’s my girl,” he moans, wrapping his fist in my hair. He pumps harder, stroking again and again, making that perfect wet slapping noise as his hips bang against my bare and aching ass. He’s right, I’m definitely going to have bruises. “I dream about this. I’d kill for this. I don’t care how many men I have to bury, I’m not going to lose you. You’re mine now, Riley, you’re my wife, my fucking woman. You’re mine and I’m entirely yours. I own you, and you own me. I’m pathetic for you, baby. I’m a fucking mess for you. And I want to feel your warmth as you come for me. I need you to come for me, baby, please come for me, you dirty fucking girl, please.”
As he talks, the orgasm builds and builds, until that last please finally rips me to shreds. I unravel, all my threads twisting and spinning in the air, and I come so hard I see black spots. He speeds up, plunging deeper and deeper, until he stiffens and moans in my ear, his orgasm mixing with mine.
I collapse on the bed, breathing hard. He pulls me against him, big arms wrapped around my body. We stay like that together, trying to gather ourselves back together, but it’s like building my body out of clouds. I just keep drifting apart.
“That’s my girl,” he whispers, and it’s his voice that finally does it. I blink a few times, coming together. “Good fucking girl, Riley. Such a good girl.”
I kiss him lightly and bury my face in his chest.
And I start sobbing.
I don’t even know why it happens. He seems as bewildered as I feel as he strokes my hair and tells me everything will be okay. Maybe the spanking softened me up or that orgasm finally broke me, but whatever it was, I just keep crying, my body racked as all my stress and sadness pours out.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, it’s not you,” I finally manage to say.
“I hoped not. What’s wrong, baby?”
“Everything. I don’t know. I’m just so stupid.”
“Tell me.”
And so I do. I tell him about visiting my brother, about the trouble he’s in, about how helpless I feel to do anything to stop it. He listens, stroking my hair, and kisses me a few times until finally the tears begin to slow down.
“I didn’t mean to ruin the sex,” I say, wiping my face with my hands. “God, what a mess.”
“You didn’t ruin anything. I’m glad you shared all that with me.”
“Brenden’s not your problem. We’ve got enough going on, right?”
“I can help him if you let me.”
“No, Alexan, please, I can’t ask you to do that.”
“I want to.” He kisses me softly and brushes a thumb under each of my eyes. “You’re my family now.”
“That doesn’t mean my brother’s cartel problems are your problems too.”
He shrugs slightly. “But what if it does? He’s my brother-in-law. We don’t know each other, but that shouldn’t matter. Family is family.”
“Alexan, just stop, okay? I appreciate the offer, but you’ll only make me upset again. There’s nothing we can do for him.”
“Let me think about it.” He pats my ass when I start to protest. “That’s all for now, alright? Just let me think.”
“Fine.” I sniffle and feel like a child again. “I promise I won’t cry after every time we have sex.”
“I know that.” He brushes his lips over my neck. “Mostly I’ll leave you a quivering, smiling, post-orgasm mess.”
“Promise?”
“Always.”
We stay like that for a little while. I’m honestly touched that he wants to help my brother, even though that’s not his problem and he’s got enough going on. I feel guilty that I brought it up, but I couldn’t help it. All my emotion just spilled out once he broke down my barriers.
He can think. That’s not asking too much. But I won’t let him do anything that might put him at risk.
Alexan’s my family now too.
Which means I care about him and need to protect him with everything I have.
