Beg for It (5 page)

She gasped, desperately trying not to move, but each hit was fierce, and pain flooded her. But oh shit...so did pleasure, right into her pussy. “I like it, Sir."

"Of course you do.” He chuckled. “I also know that you grow tired of everyone bowing to you.” He latched on to a nipple, tweaked the bud and pinched it.

Gasping from the sharp pain, she attempted to move away, but his hold on her hair pinned her. “Ouch."

"Don't move, sweetheart. I like you right here.” He gripped her breast and squeezed; then he released it to issue the same attention along the other nipple.

Gritting her teeth, she groaned against the sensation, all the while wanting to arch her back and beg for more.

"You have beautiful tits.” He slapped each one, then smacked her ass and massaged her bottom. “And a spectacular ass."

"Thank you, Sir,” she managed.

Keeping his grip on her hair, he stepped in behind her. “Your body tempts me.” He rubbed the plump part of her ass before issuing another hit. “Makes me crave to add color to it.” He slapped again, harder this time. “In fact, so much so, I'm enticed to put you on your knees, slam my cock into that slick, sweet pussy, and get a better view of your ass while I take my pleasures."

She squirmed and tried to avoid his hits, fighting all the while to stand still as he issued hit after hit. Each flat-handed smack on her ass caused more pain than the one before. But hot damn, she relished the sensation, and the way he spoke to her so roughly only increased her arousal.

"So rosy.” His voice dipped low. “Fucking sexy."

Smack.

Burn.

Whack.

Her nerve endings awakened and became responsive to each hit, more aroused than ever. Kole didn't bring sensations forth; he demanded them with the hard blows, and her body rose to his claim. Overwhelming her. Making her crazed with need.

He rubbed her bottom with his palm in soft circles and pressed his hard cock against her thigh. “Be proud of how much I want you. Hard as steel, yes?"

"Yes, Sir, I'm proud.”
Weak-kneed too.

Two more blows hit her ass. God, she was becoming a desperate, entirely ravenous woman. Each hit only increased her need as his fingertips dug into her skin. One last hard hit rocked through her; then he stepped away. “Present yourself."

She stood still for a moment, wobbling slightly, and pondered. She didn't know much about presenting herself, only what Marley had told her in the few conversations they'd had. He liked her kneeling before. Would that please him?

In hopes that it would, she lowered to her knees and remembered what he said about the silk. She dropped her chest down to the ground, flicked her hair over her shoulder, and exposed her back so he'd get a splendid display of her skin wrapped in the fabric. She spread her legs wide and angled her hips to fully expose her pussy to him.

Oh my God, am I really doing this?

"Now that is a beautiful view.” He slid his fingers over her aching folds. “A pussy made to fuck, nice and tight."

She bit her lip as he pushed in and flicked a sensitive area. “I'm glad it pleases you, Sir."

Withdrawing his fingers, he rubbed her bottom again, which was warm from his swats. His attention on her scorching flesh only seemed to cause more heat to rise within her. Then, he smacked her pussy...hard.

She flinched and was shocked again when another hit came upon her ass. It jolted her into a woman she never knew. Desperate.

Take me. Take me now.

She wiggled her bottom, imploring for more.

He slid his finger into her center and thrust in twice. “You've got a greedy pussy that's aching for my cock, Bella, don't you?"

"Yes, Sir.”
Greedy
. It was downright painful with an ache that his fingers couldn't satisfy. She pushed against him, demanding more. Needing him to thrust hard and ease the building tension.

He issued another firm hit on her backside. “Not enough for you?"

She pressed farther back in a plea that he'd go deeper. Thrust harder. Do anything to free her from the insatiable need. “It's good, Sir."

"Now darlin', don't lie. Not enough for you?"

Even after he added another finger, it didn't appease her, and only made her desperation soar. Did he do this deliberately? Force her to near insanity until her arousal stole over her coherent thoughts?

No, she couldn't handle this torture. All she had to do was beg, and he'd give her what she wanted. “I want your cock, Sir."

"That sounds much better, and I see that you do.” He issued another hard blow on her bottom, withdrew his fingers, then strode toward the tray.

There, he dropped his pants. His thick, long erection sprang free, and he slid a condom over his shaft.

Bella's mouth dried. Her gaze remained glued on his every step as he returned to her, his hand working up and down his erection in leisurely strokes. Nothing had ever looked
that
good.

"Ah, I see you approve of me.” His voice held a husky edge. “Best I see to that ache of yours. We don't want a little submissive to whimper in need any more than she already is."

He grinned, and if Bella hadn't been on her knees, she would've ended up there. “I'm going to take my pleasure in you now, Bella."

That thick cock could drive her to places she'd never gone and she doubted she'd return from. “I think it's going to ease my ache...and then some, Sir."

A low chuckle followed as he stepped in behind her. His presence was now hidden. That was until he pressed the tip of his cock against her swollen, throbbing entrance.

With a gentleness that she hadn't expected from him, he inched his way in, slowly, letting her body adjust to his size. He stretched her so fully, and
this
was exactly what she craved.

Once seated to the hilt, he delivered another hard slap on her ass before he grabbed both of her cheeks, gripping firmly. He leaned down over her and all but growled, “I don't fuck gently."

He didn't give her a chance to respond. He straightened up and pounded his cock into her pussy. Skin slapped skin as his cock drove her to foreign sensations. Maybe it'd been too long since she last had sex, or maybe it'd been how hot he'd gotten her, but screams tore from her throat.

Where had her ability to breathe gone? And he wasn't giving her the chance to catch it.

One thrust after another rammed her from behind—over and over again—unforgivingly hard thrusts that she couldn't keep up with. The sound of his low groans filled her ears as her pussy tightened. Her eyes shut, and she drifted away with the pleasure.

A hard hit on her ass snapped her back into the present. “You won't come unless I allow it."

"Yes"—she gritted her teeth to fight off the hints of her climax—"Sir."

He spread her ass cheeks, and he drove deeper into her.

Oh fuck, I'm
... “Going to come. So hard. Sir."

"No.” His harsh demand echoed around her as he intensified his thrusts, pumping into her ruthlessly. “I plan to use you up, nice and good."

Her fists clenched, and she dug her fingernails into her palms, trying not to fail him. Kole was tough. But so was she.
I can't fail. I can take more. I'm his equal.

He delivered another couple of smacks on her bottom, only awakening more sensations. Heat zinged from her ass cheek all the way to her swollen clit. “I'm inclined to do this for hours."

Hours?

Not possible.

She wanted to please him, to comply with his demand, but his cock continued to drive her to a place that left her mindless.

Biting her lip, she fought off her impending release and focused away from it. The wetness grew between her thighs, her inner walls convulsing, and her body gave her no escape.

A low chuckle sounded behind her. “You're right there, aren't you?"

As a last resort, she bit her palm, desperate to not climax.

Beg
. Hell, that was the answer. “Please, Sir. I beg to come."

Had he sped up?

Another whack on her ass made her squeal as his voice echoed against the stone walls. “No."

Crying out in frustration, she panted against the way her muscles strained. The pleasure now turned to pain that burned awful. Her climax hung, forced by his brutal movement yet denied. It made her crazed.

He reached down, pinched her clit before he massaged the nub. “I love hearing you beg. Let's hear it again. Beg for me to let you blow."

She released her teeth from skin, and her voice sounded breathless. “I beg, Sir."

Smack
. “No."

The sting arched her back, and she pressed herself against him.

Hard.

Intense.

Never-ending thrusts.

At the next hit he issued, her skin flushed too hot. Too out of control. Had she really given him this much power? To deny this? Had she lost her damn mind?

Slap.

His balls banged against her clit, and her breathing stopped. She couldn't fail. Not now. Not after
this
. But his cock, the pleasure, the hot burn on her ass—she was so wet, and her pussy contracted...
Need to stop!

Before she could process what her mind was telling her and what her body wanted, she heard herself scream out, “Rose."

Kole was out of her in a second flat, leaving Bella nearly sobbing. He ran his hand over her sore bottom in a gentle, sweet embrace. “We're done, Bella."

She attempted to catch her breath and control her brain that appeared lost. “Wait! What?"

He continued to skim his hand along her back so delicately as if she'd break, and his voice was tender. “Stay there for a moment, darlin'.” He strode toward the tray, deposited the empty condom, then returned to her.

"I warned you about using your soft-limit word again.” Squatting down next to her, he offered a warm smile as he brushed his knuckles over her cheek. “But more than that, you've had enough for tonight."

No. This can't happen!

"I was a little overwhelmed and needed a break, which you said I'd get with the soft word.” Oh Lord, she even sounded desperate. “Please, let's continue, Sir."

"You're right—I did say that about the safe word, but I also said that I'd take measure of you and determine if I agreed.” His features remained tender, as did his tone. “In this case, I did, and you've had enough."

He lifted her and placed her on her bottom, the cool floor an utter relief to her tender skin. Then he removed the silk around her body.

Icy fingertips trailed up her spine as she cringed against the silk's departure. The sensation equaled to his hands leaving her body.

He grabbed a blanket off the tray, wrapped it around her, and gathered her in his arms, effortlessly.

Then he strode toward the back wall and took a seat on the bench and pulled her onto his lap, tucking her head against his shoulder.

"You've done well tonight.” He stroked her hair. “Don't take shame that you couldn't handle the last bit there. It'll come in time."

But all she experienced was disappointment. Her body stripped of its release left her sickened, which only increased with the knowledge that she'd failed.

For the first time, she'd lowered her shields that protected her—that made her able to stand up to the arrogant men she worked with and hold her chin high—and she'd been proven not an equal.

"I warned you what would happen tonight and of my expectations.” He tucked his finger under her chin, seemingly staring into the very depths of her. “You need to trust me, and this is how we gain that.” He smiled gently. “I pushed you far tonight, as I told you I would. Be proud of what you've accomplished."

She dropped her head, not even able to meet his eye. Her body was used up, especially emotionally. Now with the sensations over, she realized she could have held off. Why had she panicked?

"Talk to me.” His voice was soft and so unlike the demeanor he'd shown thus far. He forced her gaze back to his by lifting her chin. “How are you feeling?"

Her mind was so lost in the mess of confusion and anger. “I'm not sure what I'm feeling right now,” she told him honestly. “But I know I enjoyed everything you did to me."

"Are you surprised by how compliant you were?"

Understatement!

It shocked the hell right out of her. “I didn't expect to enjoy it as much as I did."

He inclined his head as if he had already known her answer. “Nothing you didn't like?"

She shook her head, unable to say to him that she prided herself on being
strong
, and in the face of a test, she nosedived. Yeah, she fucking hated that.

"Lived up to your expectations, then?"

A lump formed in her throat, and she forced her voice to work. “It exceeded them."

Her stomach churned. Why had she done this? Her feelings for Kole were apparent before tonight. Now they were out front and center, and she couldn't keep up with him, wasn't enough for him.

He suddenly stiffened, and his hand tightened in her hair. A flash of emotion rushed along his face too quick to identify. “Tell me your thoughts."

Tell him or not?

She studied him for a moment to read him. To her horror, disappointment shone in his gaze. And that part of her that had doubts about giving him control rebounded. Her defenses rose, and she stood, holding the blanket over herself. “Nothing."

Darkness washed over his gaze. “Back to this, are we?"

"Back to what?” she snapped.

His eyes narrowed. “Bella, why do you get
tough
and shut everyone out?"

"I—"
Oh God, I have to get out of here
. “Thank you for this. For helping me fulfill the pact with the girls."

"Bella,” he said sternly. “Answer me."

She stared into his eyes that demanded an answer, but now she only felt trapped. What had she done? How had she let this happen to
her?

She'd given a man total control, weakened herself, and became
that
woman who offered herself like a doormat. “I should get home. The girls will be waiting. I'm fine."

He frowned. “Now that I don't believe."

She plastered a fake smile onto her face, something she was an expert at now. “Really, I'm great. Promise.” The room closed in on her.
Exit. Where's the damn exit?
“I had an incredible time."