Glow (Glimmer and Glow #2)(8)
“But you need it,” he corrected, his blunt fingertips lightly feathering down the crack of her ass. She gasped, her pelvic and thigh muscles tightening around the sharp twang of arousal she experienced at his touch. “Don’t you?” Dylan demanded gently from behind her.
“Yes.”
“And you know I’m here to give you what you need.”
She glanced up into the black window before her, hearing the small smile in his voice. If he wasn’t humorous at times during his dominance, she didn’t think she could take it, no matter how much it turned her on. Dylan always did things just right.
He’d already been watching her reflection. His mouth twitched even wider when he saw her gaze on him.
“How fortunate for me,” she murmured with wary amusement. He reached with his other hand, cupping her from below. He molded both cheeks to his palms in a taut, greedy gesture.
“How fortunate for both of us,” he added thickly, massaging her lewdly—knowingly—for a moment before he dropped his hands. His smile vanished.
“Spread your thighs again, and keep them that way this time,” he said, tapping her inner thigh gently. She made a miffed sound at his brisk correction—she’d only closed her legs some because arousal had stabbed through her at his touch, after all. He placed one hand on her left buttock, holding it possessively, and swatted the cheek with his other palm. Alice jumped slightly. “Hold still, Alice,” he warned softly. Her breath sticking in her lungs, she met his glittering stare in the dark glass. Slowly, he moved his hand back, his muscles flexing.
He popped her bottom.
“Ow,” jumped out of her throat at the brisk sting of skin against skin. He never spanked her hard enough to cause any lasting pain. The experience was still new to her, however. It surprised her every time, how exciting it was.
“No more grumbling.” In the reflection, she saw his brows slant in dark amusement at her frown. He rubbed her flushed ass cheek with his spanking hand. “You agreed that you wanted this, didn’t you?”
She swallowed thickly, because he’d begun to massage her bottom with his other hand, as well. Her * was growing very wet. Her clit ached. She longed to clamp her thighs together, but knew she had to hold position for the spanking.
“Alice?”
“Yes,” she snapped. She saw his expression go hard at her tone. He lifted his hand and spanked her right buttock once, then twice. Alice moaned and shifted her hips instinctively when he raised his hand again. He captured her squirming ass by looping one arm beneath her belly and bracketing her far hip. He pressed her other hip firmly against his crotch, holding her in place. In that position, he spanked her several more times. The nerves in her ass began to burn and tingle, the sensation transferring down her perineum to her sex and simmering clit.
He paused and rubbed his hand over her ass, soothing the firing nerves.
“Yes what, Alice? What is it you want?” he growled softly from behind her.
She gasped shakily because his long fingers were stroking near the crack of her ass between her thighs. Her clit gave a twinge of arousal.
“I want more,” she grated out.
He cupped a buttock from below, squeezing it. The action pulled slightly on her sex—on nerves that needed stimulation so badly. She clenched her teeth together.
“And?”
“Fuck me,” she whispered hoarsely. “Make me forget everything but this. Make me forget everything but you.”
In the dark window, she saw him transfer his gaze from her bare ass to her face.
“I can do that.”
“I know you can.”
*
HE turned her bottom a vibrant pink, relishing her increasingly desperate moans as he swatted and caressed her, intoxicated by the heat emanating from her smooth, taut skin and firm cheeks. He loved both her slight defiance at being spanked combined with her complete immersion and submission to the experience. He walked a tight wire. At any moment, he might cross the line and infuriate her. Pricking her defiance sexually was a risk, but the challenge goaded him. It intoxicated.
Alice did.
And every time she submitted to the bond between them, he drew her closer to him.
He placed both of his hands on her hot buttocks and lifted slightly, revealing her pink, glistening sex. Arousal tore through him. His cock twitched uncomfortably. He dropped one hand, still leaving her partially parted for his gaze. He rubbed his raging erection through his jeans, trying to alleviate that sharp ache. Her harsh moan made him look up. Her eyes looked enormous in the reflection on the window.
He handled his cock more slowly, highly aware of her stare on him in the shiny glass.
“Is this what you want to see when you walk in this room? Is this the memory you want?”
“Yes. God, yes.”
“You’re never going to forget me again, Alice.”
He slid his hand off her buttock. She lowered her head and gasped loudly when he thrust a finger into her *. So warm. He saw the slight sheen at her nape and experienced an urge to slick his tongue through her sweat. His greediness for her was epic; his hunger for her complete submission unparalleled.
“I’m not going to forget you. I never did,” she added desperately.
He pushed higher, cupping her tender, wet outer sex with his hand, his finger still penetrating her. He circled his hand, stimulating her clit. She made a choking sound.