Page 109 of Pistols & Peonies

That’s all he needs. He grabs both my wrists in one hand and pins them at the small of my back, then reaches for the waistband of my leggings. I tense, but I don’t fight him. The anticipation of what’s coming is a white-hot current beneath my skin, every nerve ending lit up with need.

He drags my leggings and underwear down in one rough motion, baring my ass to the cool air. I shiver, but not from the chill.

Kane palms my ass, kneading the flesh before landing a slap so hard the sound echoes off the walls. I gasp, the sting racing through my body, heat pooling in my core.

“You gonna behave?” he asks, voice pure steel.

I grin back at him over my shoulder. “Not a chance, Daddy Kane.”

He groans low in this throat and spanks me again, harder, the burn immediate and addictive. My thighs clench, liquid heat flooding between them.

He bends down, his mouth at my ear. “Say it.”

I sink my teeth into my lower lip, refusing to give in.

He spanks me again, and this time, he doesn’t let up. The sounds echo through the room as his slaps rain down, my ass prickling and throbbing under his palm. I’m soaking wet, and from the way he inhales deeply through his nose and groans, he fucking knows. He slides his fingers between my legs, a deep growl rumbling in his chest when he finds me drenched.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, voice gone ragged. “Acting all tough, but you’re fucking dripping for me.”

His fingers circle my clit, teasing and relentless. I try to bite back my moan, but it slips out anyway, high-pitched and needy.

“Want me to stop?” he asks, movements stilling.

I lift my hips, chasing his touch. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

He lets out a low chuckle and plunges two fingers inside me. I buck against his hand, the sudden stretch making me see stars. He pumps them in and out, steady and deep, thumb never leaving my clit.

“You gonna be a good girl and come for me?” he taunts.

I grit my teeth, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing exactly how that lands, but my body betrays me. The coil inside me winds tighter with every thrust of his fingers, and I’m already too damn close to unraveling.

He slows his movements again, just enough to drive me crazy. “Say you’re mine,” he orders, voice laced with command.

I shake my head, even as my hips chase his hand. “Fuck you.”

He pulls his fingers out, and for a second, I want to scream. But he only pauses long enough to shove his own pants down, then hauls me up onto my knees.

My breath catches as his tip presses against my entrance, then all the air leaves my lungs in a rush as he sinks inside me in a single, punishing thrust. It fills me so deep I nearly collapse, but he doesn’t wait or give me time to adjust– he just fucks into me hard and fast, each thrust punctuated by a slap of his hips against my reddened ass.

“Say it,” he grits out, voice gone feral. “Say you’re mine.”

He grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks me upright, his other hand snaking around to grip my throat. My back arches, the new angle letting him go even deeper.

I gasp for air, my head spinning. The pain, the pressure, the way he’s using my body… every part of me is lit up, the sensation almost too much.

“Say it,” he snarls, lips right at my ear.

And then I break.

“I’m yours,” I cry out, the words torn from somewhere deep in my chest. “Fuck, Kane, I’m yours.”

He groans in satisfaction, a shudder running through his whole body. His thrusts lose rhythm, growing erratic as the coil in my belly snaps and I come hard, muscles clenching around him.

Fireworks explode behind my eyes as I freefall into my climax, and he keeps fucking me right through it, his grip on my throat just tight enough to keep me riding the edge of bliss. He follows a few seconds later, slamming in deep, every muscle in his body tensed as he empties inside me.

We collapse onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, both of us slick with sweat, trembling with aftershocks of pleasure. For a long time, neither of us speaks. My pulse thuds in my ears like a war drum, my ass still throbbing where he slapped it raw.

Finally, Kane rolls onto his back, dragging me with him until I’m sprawled half on top of his chest. He strokes a hand down my back, his other arm banded tight around my waist.