Page 52 of Dark Side of the Cloth

She now knew what he wanted.

“Yes, Sir. I’m a naughty girl, and I want you to pleasure me the way I should be.”

“And?” Dean tweaked her nipple, making her yelp as the pain went straight to her core.

“And fuck me like the naughty girl I am,” Yasmine managed to say on a gasp.

She could feel his hand sliding lower, and she squirmed. Grabbing her clit, he twisted it hard, and she screamed out as the building orgasm crashed through her system. Her legs gave out, and Dean cupped her pussy, holding her body against his as he continued his assault. His fingers pressed roughly into the delicate folds, pulling her orgasm out from seconds into minutes. She quaked in his hold, his hands the only thing keeping her from falling to her knees as the last one subsided.

“Are you ready for me?”

“Yes…Sir,” Yasmine finally got out. Her foggy brain was barely able to put the two words together.

“Get on your hands and knees.” His coarse voice whispering in her ear had her panting all over again.

She did as she was told and reluctantly stepped away from the warmth of his body. The cool air caressed her skin and made her shiver as she assumed the requested position in the middle of the bed. There was no doubt in her mind that this peach-flowered wallpaper had never witnessed anything so blasphemous.

“I’m going to be cruel to your body.” He wasn’t asking her. He was telling her.

His large hands grabbed her hips, and she almost cried out as he yanked her backward until her ass was over the edge of the bed.

“Look at this.” His hand ran a soft circle over her ass. “It’s as sweet as the rest of you.” The kind words were followed with a sharp crack of his hand. Her body lurched forward, but he held her firm. He made a disapproving sound from behind her, and she looked over her shoulder to see him shaking his head at her.

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

Dean cocked an eyebrow at her, the corner of his mouth curling up in a smile that she reckoned would terrify anyone else. She moaned and wiggled her ass slightly and loved how his eyes flicked down, flaring with carnal lust. The sharp sting of his handprint was tingling and traveling to her core. How or why this turned her on, she had no idea, but she bit her lip, hoping he’d do it again.

“Oh, you are a naughty girl. Tell me what you want.” Dean cracked her ass again.

She yelped and then groaned as the heat spread once more to between her legs. This time, she didn’t move away from his grip and earned an approving moan from the man behind her.

“Fuck me, Sir, fuck me hard with that big cock.” She shocked herself with her suddenly dirty mouth.

She felt like burying her face in the pillow, she was so mortified, but as horrified as she might feel, she’d said the magic words.

There was no hesitation and no warning as he spread her open and slammed himself fully into her wanton pussy. The odd mix of pleasure and pain at being spread so quickly and filled so full made her crave more.

“Fuck!” She arched her back as he held still.

Daring to glance back, she saw Dean had his head back and his eyes closed as he held himself inside of her. If she hadn’t been filled with his huge cock, she would’ve said he was praying or was he? She clenched her muscles tight around the large intrusion. Dean’s forearms flexed, and his fingers dug in a little harder into her ass.

“Oh sweet, sweet Yasmine.”

Those penetrating eyes locked with hers. He slowly pulled himself out and then slammed home once more. Again the pain was sharp, but the pleasure equally so, and she moaned as he repeated the motion. Over and over, he thrust into her wet heat, slow and steady, and then he picked up the pace. The only sound other than the rain pelting the window was the slapping of their bodies coming together.

“You are as sweet as any forbidden fruit,” Dean groaned.

Yasmine cried out as her body spasmed in his hold as she once more was pushed over that beautiful edge to bliss. The force of her climax was so strong that Dean groaned and swore as her body froze as her walls squeezed around his pulsing cock. The delicious sounds of sex became louder as her wetness ran down her thighs, and he still was relentless with his thrusts.

Dean used his hand and wiped at her legs. She wasn’t sure what he was doing until he wiped her slick juices over her tight rosebud. She wanted to tell him to stop as a trickle of fear surfaced, but he was too fast, and she was too late, as one of his fingers slid home. Her mouth hung open in a silent scream at the foreign intrusion.

“Such a tight little ass. Is this a virgin hole?”

Dean wiggled his finger, and the unusual pressure slowly morphed into something much more pleasant. He stopped thrusting, holding himself so just the head of that large cock was still in her body as he waited for her to respond.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. From now on, this is my hole and only my hole. You will never give this hole to anyone else, no matter how much you crave to have your tight ass fucked. Do you understand?”