Ruthless Creatures (Queens & Monsters, #1)(68)
Confused by the tone in his voice and the new, heated look in his eyes, I pause for a second. “Um…what?”
“Maybe you should punish me.”
When I get an idea of what he means and lift my brows in surprise, he nods.
Then he turns and walks to the open doorway, pulls his sweats down to the middle of his thighs, and raises his arms overhead, resting his forearms on the molding around the top of the doorframe.
Legs braced apart, back and ass bare, he looks over his shoulder and waits.
27
Nat
He’s got one of those perfect, hard, round man asses you see on elite athletes. There’s not an ounce of fat on it. Paler than his back or thighs, the skin there looks soft, tender, and unblemished.
I bet if I smacked it hard with my brush, it would glow cherry red.
I swallow because my mouth has gone bone dry. There’s a strange buzzing in my ears. I feel a bit lightheaded. My fury has flown out the window, leaving me jacked up on sex endorphins.
No wonder he wants to spank me. Just standing here contemplating the idea of doing it to him has me vibrating all over like one of my toys.
He says, “Don’t worry about hurting me. I have a high tolerance for pain.”
“It’s kind of defeating the whole purpose if you can’t feel it.”
“I didn’t say I wouldn’t be able to feel it. I just don’t want you to hold back.”
His voice is soft and hypnotic. Or maybe I’m feeling hypnotized from all the adrenaline flooding my veins.
When I told him I’d only let him spank me if I could do it to him first, I didn’t think a hypothetical would turn into reality. It was a hollow threat, because what man would let his girlfriend whack him on the ass?
This one, apparently.
He’s an evil genius.
As I move closer to him, the brush grows warmer in my hand, like it’s alive. It’s wooden, with an oversized, flat rectangular top, made to handle thick hair like mine.
It’s basically a paddle.
I stop slightly behind him and to one side. I’ve got a magnificent view of his body, all those tattoos and bulging muscles. Semihard, his thick cock rests against his thigh.
When I lick my lips in agitation, he says gruffly, “Go to ten. I’ll count out loud.”
Ten punishing smacks against his naked ass while he’s counting them off in that hot, rough voice of his…
It’s a Christmas miracle.
He watches me over his shoulder. His breathing has increased. The air in the room feels warm and dangerously charged, like a single spark could set off a gigantic explosion.
“Dammit, Natalie. Do it!”
He must’ve known that snapped command would piss me off, because when my hand flies and the brush connects with his skin with a crack! he makes a satisfied grunt, as if he just won a bet with himself.
Laughter in his voice, he says, “One.”
I grit my teeth and let my hand fly again. “You smug—”
Crack!
“—bossy—”
Crack!
“—overbearing—”
Crack!
“—cocky—”
Crack!
“—jerk!”
I stop, panting, staring at Kage’s butt. It’s turning a very satisfying shade of mottled pink. When I glance up at his face, his eyes are living fire.
“Feel better?”
“No. You didn’t count.”
“Yes, I did. We’re at five. I guess you were preoccupied.”
I let my gaze rake over his body, head to toe. He’s not straining to hold his arms overhead, but his breathing is rough. A fine sheen of perspiration has broken out along his brow.
His erection is now rock-hard, jutting out from his hips and pointing toward the ceiling. A small dot of clear liquid glistens at the slit in the crown.
I don’t want this to be over so fast. We’re already halfway to ten.
I reach out and lightly stroke one of his red cheeks. His cock twitches. He sucks in a quiet breath and stiffens.
Running the tip of my finger over a raised welt on his butt, I watch in fascination as his cock twitches again, a little pulse from the base that travels up his rigid shaft and makes the crown quiver.
That little drop of liquid on top is calling my name.
I murmur, “Don’t move.” Then I dip my fingertip into the drop and slowly spread it over the crown in a small circle.
Kage obeys me and remains still, but he can’t help the small shudder of pleasure that goes through him at my touch. Or the faint moan that leaves his lips.
That sound jolts through me like electricity.
My nipples harden. A surge of heat rushes to my core. The surprising urge to drop to my knees and suck him off grips me, but instead, I curl my fingers around his thick shaft and gently stroke him, tip to base and back again.
The skin on his cock is the softest anywhere on his body. It’s like velvet.
Velvet stretched over steel.
When we make eye contact, it’s a snap of connection I feel in every cell.
He rasps, “Jerk me off with your left hand. Hit me with your right.”
“Oh, did you think you were in charge? This is supposed to be punishment, remember?” I grip his dick at the base. My fingers can’t reach all the way around it. “So here we go.”