Burned (Devil's Blaze MC #3)(45)

When I see her from behind, my dick jerks in reaction. I want to bend her over the bed and f*ck her hard. I don’t, but the need is definitely there. It’s short and stops nearly at the top of her thighs, reminding me of what she wore the night we met.

“I want to show off my woman,” I tell her, only telling her half the truth. No, there’s a reason we’re going out tonight. Katie is about to have her first lesson in being owned by a man, by me.

“Shit, Hunter. If I bend over, you can see my panties,” she says, peeking at her ass in the mirror.

“Katie, lie on your stomach on the bed.”

“What?” Her head raises up and she looks in the mirror, but I know it’s my face she sees there.

“Bed,” I order. “On your stomach. Now.”

For a minute, she looks like she might argue with me. It’s almost a disappointment when she doesn’t. She gives me what I ask. I get up and slowly approach the bed. We’re checked into a nicer hotel tonight and have a king-size bed. I’m definitely going to give that a workout later. My hand brushes over her ass. My ass now. She gave it to me. She gave me her body to use as I wish. She has no idea what that means, but I do. I reach over for the bag we left lying on the table from our shopping excursion at the local adult store. Some of the things I bought, she saw. Others, I wouldn’t allow her to. I take out the items I will need, line them up on the table, then push her dress up.

“Hunter, we’ll be late,” she whimpers.

She’s called me Hunter almost all day. I doubt she notices the difference. Still, it’s not her place to tell me I’m late. So, I deliver a smack across her ass, half of my hand delivering on the bare skin, the other half on the silky black material of her panties.

“Fuck,” she whispers, as my hand brushes over the already reddening skin.

I reach over and rip the cleansing wrap from the container. I see Katie trying to lift her head to see what I’m doing. “Keep looking straight ahead, Katie. Don’t make me punish you.”

“I don’t remember you being this bossy our first night together. I mean, okay, you were a little, but—”

I slap her ass again, and I’m glad she can’t see the smile on my face.

“Ouch! What was that for?”

“Just wanted to,” I tell her, using the cloth to clean the small butt plug I bought at the store. I put it back on the table and take the tube of lube I also purchased. I squeeze out some onto two fingers. “Did I tell you, sweetness, how much I love your ass? It was one of the first things I noticed about you. It reminds me of a plump, juicy peach and I want to take a bite out of it,” I tell her, leaning down to run my tongue over the edge of her ass cheek that’s exposed from her panties.

“Hunter,” she whispers, thrusting her ass up. In reward, I bite the rim of her ass. She moans and the sound nearly drives me wild. When I lift up to see my mark on her ass, my dick pushes against the zipper of my jeans, demanding more.

“You’re so perfect, sweetness. You were made for me.”

I’m starting to believe the words, too. I push her panties down over her hips to her knees, leaving them there. My hands palm each cheek of her ass, and I groan at the way she overfills my hands. I push into the cushiony flesh, groaning out loud at the way it feels. I pull the cheeks apart, loving the dark valley that’s exposed. My eyes zero in on that bright pink rosette opening… a small, dark, virginal paradise.

I’m claiming that ass, and soon. Perfection.

The lube I have on my fingers, I slowly paint around that little hole. Katie whimpers, but she doesn’t tell me no. Carefully, I push one finger in until just the tip disappears. Her muscles immediately latch on, squeezing.

“Hunter.” Need and indecision wars in her voice.

In answer, my fingers move to her cunt, already wet and eager. I rake them through the creamy wetness I find there. I gather her desire on my fingers and bring it back to her ass, mixing it with the lube and working my finger in further.

“Relax your muscles for me, sweetness. I promise, you’re going to like where I take you,” I encourage her, stroking her back from her neck down to the curve of her ass. When I feel the give in her body, my finger sinks in past the knuckle. I leave it there, letting her become adjusted. “That’s it, baby. You’re doing so good. Soon, you’ll be ready to take my cock in this tight little ass of yours.”

“Jesus,” she whispers, but her ass pushes back towards me, wanting more. I move my finger around before pulling it almost out and thrusting it back in. “Hunter!” she cries out, but she doesn’t have any idea what she’s asking for. I can tell in the frantic way her body is trying to find more. I want her on her knees, but I can’t risk her hurting herself more. I make a note to order a swing. I’ve always wanted to play with one and the idea of having Katie suspended from the ceiling for my pleasure is definitely a must.

Instead, I pull out completely. I hadn’t planned this, but Katie is different. I slap her ass hard. “Get up,” I command. She looks back at me, her face a mixture of disbelief and anger. She gets up, though, and for being such a good girl, she deserves a reward.

I lay down on the bed, then look at her. “Climb up here, sweetness, and ride my face.”

“Just when I was about to scream at you, you show me you are smarter than I give you credit for,” she mumbles, wasting no time in doing as ordered.