hips twisted as if she was trying to work herself against my hand, my fingers in her pussy, my thumb in her ass.
‘I don’t deserve it,’ she said thickly. ‘I d-don’t... But I... Oh, God, Xander...please...’
I frowned a little. ‘What makes you think that?’
‘Because I... I’m a bad person. And I shouldn’t like what you’re doing to me.’ In the dim light, something gleamed on her cheek. A tear. ‘B-But I do like it.’
My chest tightened. A bad person? What the hell had made her think that? Who had made her think that?
A dark anger filled me, the protectiveness that had come over me earlier deepening. I wanted to push, ask her more questions, get to the bottom of why she should feel she was a bad person, because she wasn’t, not in any way. But now wasn’t the time.
She’d been so good for me. Time to give her what she wanted.
‘You’re not a bad person,’ I said with all the certainty I could, so there could be no argument. ‘You took your punishment like the brave, beautiful girl you are, and now you can have your reward.’ Letting go of the back of her neck, I fisted my free hand in her hair then began to work my fingers and thumb inside her, slowly, gently. ‘When you come I want you to scream,’ I ordered. ‘I want you to scream so loudly they can hear you outside.’
It didn’t take long. She was so wet and so ready.
And when the time came she screamed my house down.
Poppy
MY BUTT WAS on fire, my throat felt hoarse and my eyes were gritty with tears.
My orgasm was still pulsing through me, the echoes of my screams reverberating off the glass of the windows and the white walls of Xander’s apartment.
I’d never felt so good in my whole damn life.
He’d taken me apart so completely I’d kind of lost myself. In the burning pain as he’d spanked me and the pleasure that had come with it. I didn’t know why it had turned me on so much, but it had. And the words he’d used, calling me his fuck toy and his bad girl, had turned me on even more.
I’d been wet before he’d even started spanking me and then, when he’d touched my pussy and pushed his thumb in my butt... God...
I couldn’t stop shaking.
Lying across his lap like this, with my jeans and underwear pulled down, felt exposing and yet at the same time so unbelievably erotic. He’d been watching me the whole time he’d touched me, making me the complete focus of his attention, as if my pleasure was important to him.
As if I was important to him.
God, if I wasn’t careful I was going to be desperate for him again and I hadn’t even come down from the last orgasm.
Xander removed his hand from between my thighs and gave me a light stroke that made me shiver from my head all the way down to my toes.
‘Kneel on the floor,’ he ordered, his voice containing that stern note that I loved so much. ‘And don’t move until I get back.’
I wanted to ask him where he was going, but he was already urging me from his lap and down onto the floor, and my brain wasn’t working well enough for me to get the question out.
Then he was gone, leaving me to kneel in the silence.
My legs were still quaking and I could smell my own arousal. My inner thighs were slick with it. It was embarrassing.
After a minute or two I shifted to pull my undies and jeans back up again, but he came back just as I was doing so.
‘No,’ he said curtly. ‘Don’t cover yourself.’
He strode past me to the sofa, tossing some condom packets down on the cushions as he sat down.
I stilled, my heart racing, wondering what he was going to ask of me next and half afraid, half excited about it.
He leaned back on the sofa, his thighs spread. He was tall, dark, powerful. His black gaze was so compelling and so full of fierce heat that I could hardly breathe.
‘Take your clothes off,’ he said in a voice full of steel.
Okay, so he wanted me to strip. In front of him.
I swallowed and got to my feet, awkward and afraid and yet somehow even more turned on than I had been before.
The me of a few days ago would have found this demeaning, stripping for a man while he watched. It would have made me feel too like my mother for comfort.
But the way Xander stared at me, intense and watchful, his sharp, predatory features full of hunger... No, it didn’t feel demeaning at all.
There was a power in doing this for him, in following his orders.
Because it was obvious from the look on his face that it made him as desperate as it made me.
My hands shook a little as I shrugged out of my denim jacket, dropping it on the floor. I pulled off my T-shirt and discarded it before bending to unlace my sneakers. My fingers felt thick and unwieldy, and I kept fumbling with the laces until eventually Xander said, ‘Stop.’
I froze. ‘I... I’m sorry. I can...’
But, before I could get any more words out, he pushed himself off the sofa and knelt at my feet, his long fingers deftly undoing my laces for me.
It shocked me into silence.
He didn’t say a word and I could only watch as he finished undoing them. Then he gently urged me to lift up my foot and, before I knew what he was doing, he’d slipped the sneaker off then my sock too.
His fingertips on my bare skin were so hot that I began to tremble again. My chest felt tight at the care with which he touched me, easing my foot back down onto the floor before urging up the other one.
When he finished, I thought he’d go back to sitting again, but he didn’t. He stayed on his knees but straightened up, reaching for the waistband of my jeans and pushing the denim down my legs, taking my underwear with it.
‘I thought you wanted me to take my clothes off,’ I said huskily.
‘I changed my mind.’ He urged me to lift one foot then the other again, helping me step out of my jeans. ‘Besides, you’re mine to do with as I see fit so don’t question me.’
The dark, rough words whispered over my skin, making me catch my breath. And then I was naked in front of him and shaking with the force of my desire.
He looked slowly up my body as if he was committing every part of me to memory, and the hot possessiveness in his black
