Beg for It(31)

“Bad boy,” she says. The slap wasn’t hard enough even to sting, but her disapproval does.

Again, she takes his face into her hands, this time to look deeply into his eyes. Her kiss feathers over his lips. Reese shakes with the effort of not moving to take her in his arms, to pull her against his face. To push her onto her back right there on the bare bedroom floor and f*ck her hard enough to wipe that smile off her face.

“You hate it when I slap you,” she whispers. Her tongue flicks against his lips before she takes the lower one between his teeth and bites, stretching the tender flesh just hard enough to hurt before she lets go and soothes his skin with another kiss. “But you love it too. You want to get me on my hands and knees right now, don’t you? Put me in my place with that thick, pretty cock in my cunt. Don’t you?”

“Yes…”

Another slap, this one harder, turning his face.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Ma’am.” The words come out with a bit of a snarl that makes her laugh, and she’s right. He does hate it when she slaps him, even though he f*cking loves it at the same time because he likes the pain. He likes that when she hits him, her nipples get hard and her eyes glaze.

“I like to hurt you,” Corinne breathes into his ear as her hand slides into his hair and pulls. Her shin goes between his legs, pressing his erection against his belly. “I love it. I love the sounds you make, Reese. I love how hard your cock gets, I love how you leak for me, I love it when you can’t hold yourself back any longer, but I love how hard you try because you know I want you to last.”

She pulls his hair harder, tipping his head so she can get at his mouth. His knees hurt. His hands sting from how hard he’s making fists to keep himself from grabbing her. His cock aches, his balls heavy and tender.

“I love you,” Corinne says into his mouth.

He sighs. “I love you too.”

To his surprise, Corinne gets on her knees in front of him. Once more, she takes his face in her hands. “I’m nervous about meeting your parents.”

She has not told him that he can move, but he takes the chance of disappointing her to take her in his arms anyway, because she needs his comfort more than he needs to avoid disobedience. Because this is part of how they work; he needs to know when it’s all right to break out of the game to give her what she needs.

“Why?” He nuzzles her throat, pulling her close as she buries her face against him.

“Well…it’s a big deal, right? Big family dinner. I know you and your dad haven’t been getting along—”

“That’s not because of you.”

“It’s partially because of me,” she says. “Because you’ve moved in with me, left the farm. I know he blames me a little bit for turning your head.”

“My dad doesn’t know anything about me. I wanted to leave the farm long before I met you, Corinne.”

She snuggles against him and they shift so he can sit instead of kneeling. His knees cry hallelujah. His cock, on the other hand, is still tortured when she cuddles herself into his lap.

“I want them to like me, I guess. That’s all.”

“They’ll like you.” He’s not actually certain of that, but it’s a small lie.

She looks at him, not convinced. “Uh-huh.”

“I love you. If they don’t…well.” He shrugs.

She kisses him lightly on the mouth. “I want to fill your ass with that new toy I bought you, so that when I look at you across the dinner table, I’ll know you might be talking and eating and laughing, but you’re totally going to be thinking about me f*cking you when we get home.”

He’ll be thinking about that anyway, and she knows it. The thought of that—the heavy rubber toy stretching and filling him while he has to face his family…it’s too much. His cock leaps, another trickle of clear fluid sliding from the tip, but his expression must show his concern because Corinne frowns.

“No?”

“Please, no.” He won’t be able to deal with it. Not in front of his father.

“Puppy, if I want you to wear that toy for me, you will. If I want to put a collar and a leash on you and parade you through the living room on your knees, you’ll do that too.” Her voice has gone stern and cold for a second, her gaze assessing him before she softens. Another kiss, this one lingering. She caresses his hair, petting. Her ass rocks against his cock, teasing. “But I won’t ask you to.”

Reese presses his face to the warmth of her throat, his eyes closed. “I can’t. I want to be able to, but I just can’t.”

She puts her arms around him, holding him even though she’s still sitting on his lap. They rock a little bit. She hums some soothing noises into his ear.

“I might ask you to do things you think you can’t do, or things you think you don’t want to do,” she says against his skin. “But I won’t ask you to do what you absolutely can’t do.”

He’s relieved, but also disappointed. “I’m sorry.”

“Hush.” She pulls away to look into his face. “Don’t be sorry. All of this, everything we do…it’s no good for me if it’s not good for you, too. If you don’t want it and love it—”

“I do. I do love it and want it.”