Page 63 of Empire of Lust
“I get it!” she sobs, flinching. “Enough! Callum, enough, please.”
“You don’t like taking your punishment, huh?” Instead of bringing my hand down hard in a slap, I choose instead to apply featherlight pressure with the tips of my fingers until she squirms and moans helplessly. Her skin is hot under my touch.
Considering what’s now soaked through her thong and leaked onto her inner thighs, I don’t think the heat comes from my slaps alone. “What’s this?” I whisper, sliding my fingertips over a slick patch of skin. “I must’ve been wrong. I’m supposed to be punishing you, and you’re dripping like a leaky faucet.”
Her silence speaks volumes. “What?” I taunt, stroking her inner thigh. “Embarrassed?”
“Please.” It’s barely a breath; her body tensed and still.
“Please, what? Please keep getting you hot?” It’s almost enough to make me forget where this started. I can’t focus on punishment when the fragrance of this sweet pussy is threatening to make me forget my own name.
“That’s not what I want.” She’s not fighting to get off my lap, though, and all the fire blazing in her voice has cooled.
“I think you’re lying.” She writhes pitifully when I stroke her red skin again. It’s ultrasensitive and throbbing now that the blood has rushed to the surface. “Lie to yourself all you want, but don’t lie to me. Never to me.”
All she can do is whine and moan, trying like hell to get away. “I can’t… please…”
“Can’t what?” My arm is an iron bar across her lower back, holding her in place. This is better than a spanking. A deeper torment.
No matter how much she wants to deny it, she can’t control her response, and it’s killing her. Nothing in the world could stop me now.
“I can’t take it!” Her voice rises in pitch until it’s a needy whine. “Please, I can’t!”
“You should’ve thought of that before you forced me to chase you.” My blood’s humming, and my cock is steel; she insists on rubbing against it with every desperate wiggle of her hips. I’m not only torturing her. We’re both suffering.
“I-I’m sorry!” She bucks her hips, but it does no good.
“I don’t believe you.” And if I give her what’s now dripping into my shorts, it’s the same as rewarding her for that defiance. But I don’t know how much longer I can keep from taking her.
The scrape of my short nails over her welt-covered ass makes her scream, and the sound only adds to the pressure building in my balls. “Keep screaming, and I’ll fill that mouth,” I warn. I have to raise my voice to be heard over her guttural moans.
“You’re killing me!” she sobs. “Please, stop!”
Not when I have her like this, so ramped up, she’s about to melt down in my lap. When I pull aside the skimpy cotton thong and bare her bald pussy to my greedy eyes, the sight of fresh juice oozing from her slit leaves me no choice but to slide two fingers deep into her cunt. I need to get to the source of that sweetness and feel her muscles fluttering around my digits.
“Oh, god!” She lifts her ass to meet my strokes, grinding her hips. Watching her break down is fucking beautiful. Making her forget every reason she ever thought this was a mistake. “Callum, oh, god! Yes!”
My hand is a blur, knuckles pounding against her while my fingers invade her roughly. The sloppy wet sound mixes with her throaty cries in an erotic symphony that leaves me breathless, grunting, and grinding my teeth because, fuck, she is so ready for me.
“I shouldn’t let you come.” My hand goes still, and she lets out the loudest scream of all. Anguished and furious.
“No!” Her ass bounces like she’s trying to force my fingers deeper.
“No? You don’t want to come?”
“Yes! I do!”
“You’re confusing me. You should learn to be clearer.” Her misery only sweetens all of this, the way she moans and whines—especially once I withdraw my fingers, now shining with the evidence of her excitement.
I’m as helpless as she is by the time I raise them to my nose and inhale deeply, sucking her musky essence into my lungs. It isn’t enough, even when I lick her nectar from them and savor the taste. I’ll never get enough of her.
She’s still moaning in misery, hanging on the line between arousal and release, when I lift her from my lap and throw her face down across the foot of the bed. “Why should I give you what you want?”
“Please, Callum.” When she pushes herself up on her palms, I slam her down again, a hand between her shoulder blades.
With the other hand, I lift her dress again and pull the thong free, letting it fall to her ankles. “You’re going to learn. I decide when you come. I decide whether you live here or elsewhere. Where you go. What you do.”
I move her legs apart with one of mine before lowering my zipper with a trembling hand. I’m so close already, painfully erect, balls aching.