Page 84 of Bitter Confessions


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The slap on her ass stung so good her left cheek went numb.

“Sounds like he was memorable,” Roth said in a flat monotone.

“He... he was passable,” she said truthfully, hissing when he bit her and followed it up with a smack on the other cheek.

“You really want to be punished, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“You’re lucky I’m in an accommodating mood. Widen your stance.”

When she complied immediately, he kissed her smarting ass to show his approval before following it up with a firm whack that reverberated all the way to her pussy.

She had been spanked a handful of times, but her experience with Derek was the only one she included in the series. It wasn’t an opportunity that came around often. Not all men were into it. Most were satisfied with a few lighthearted swats. There was only one jerk who actually wanted to hurt her. She stopped him before it escalated and promptly kicked him to the curb.

There was always a bit of uncertainty and self-consciousness when it came to something like this with a new partner. It didn’t work if the guy wasn’t into it or alpha enough to take her in hand. But this was Roth. He knew her better than she knew herself. He knew when to push, when to ease back, and he’d clearly done his research because his technique was flawless. Every few slaps, he angled his hand in such a way that the crack reached her aching core. She wasn’t into pain per se, but she was willing to take it if the reward was worth it, and this high that had her buzzing and breathless was definitely worth it.

Roth didn’t allow her to get lost in a rhythm. He kept her in the moment, on pins and needles, anticipating the next strike. She lost track of time, of the number of spanks. When she thought she couldn’t take any more, he massaged and stroked, allowing the pain to ebb before giving her another dose that made her hungry for more. She was so wet, her inner thighs were slick. She wasn’t surprised when he became distracted and began to play with it and slipped his finger inside of her.

“Sore?” he asked gruffly.

Her ass was on fire. She nodded.

“Okay?”

She was so happy her eyes were leaking. “Ecstatic.”

“Good.”

She shivered as he stroked her pussy, coating his fingers in her liberal fluids, but her head shot up when he fingered the wrong hole. “Roth?”

Her voice was threaded with worry. They hadn’t had anal this time around. He was too big for them to do it without a ton of preparation and foreplay, and now wasn’t the time to?—

He breached her with his broad thumb, firing up unused nerve endings. Instantly, she started to rise, but that heavy hand came back to keep her in place.

“Stay still.”

“But this... I’m not ready.” Her back arched as his thumb forced its way in. “Roth!”

“Didn’t you say I had free rein to do whatever I wanted?”

“Y-yes, but?—”

Anxiety made her muscles clench so hard she got a teeth-jarring slap that made her break out in a sweat.

“You want this to be your punishment?” he growled.

She shook her head wildly.

“Then stop fighting and let me in.”

She tried to relax as he worked his thumb inside of her, knowing this was nothing compared to what was coming if he decided to take her ass.

“This is the one thing I haven’t reclaimed. Been wanting this, but I put it off. No longer. Time to take what’s mine.” His voice dropped. “This is mine, isn’t it?”

“Yes?” She was so rattled it came out like a question, which earned her another wallop that made her ass throb.

“Now’s not the time to fuck with me. Who owns you?”

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