Lured into Love (Blossom in Winter Book 2) Page 13

  And I feel another strike landing on my right cheek. “F—!” I say the rest between clenched teeth.

  “Did you say something?”

  “Five,” I shout, making it seem like I’m counting them.

  “Good.” Another smack, this time in the middle of my backside, and I can’t help but bend my knees at the blow. “Do you want to start again?”

  “No,” I whine.

  “Then keep your legs straight.” And as much as I want to disobey, it seems wiser to do what I’m told.

  Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

  Alex delivers four blows across my cheeks in such record time that my brain doesn’t even have time to fully process the impact. I whine at the pain, but I think my butt has become numb by now. I feel like the quick strikes hurt less than those he takes more time to carry out. Maybe because of the anxiety that anticipates each blow. After ten swats, his hand rubs warm circles on my cheeks, soothing me and getting me ready for what is yet to come. His touch shouldn’t drench me though. I should be mad at him, not getting wetter! He then stops for a moment, and I feel his fingers glide between my thighs while I’m panting from the pain and the heat.

  “You’re wet,” he says, letting me know that it isn’t a secret.

  “I can’t help it,” I tell him in a whisper as I realize that this punishment has been more erotic and intimate than I thought. Then I feel his fingers parting my labia and entering me. I part my legs a bit, welcoming the insertion of first one finger, then two. “Mmm…” I chew my bottom lip, closing my eyes at my growing rapture as he pushes his two fingers farther in and then out. It’s hard to stay still as he fingers me. My hips start following the rhythm of his thrusts, and I know I’m not the only one enjoying it. “Ah…” The sound of my moans seems to incite him even more as he keeps his fingers pressed inside me, reveling in my moisture. Then his two fingers leave my pussy, but only to move up to my clit, where he starts rubbing it. “Ahhh…” A whimper of pleasure escapes my lips, and I feel myself getting more and more drenched. Jeez, I can’t control the climbing orgasm, and my legs bend at the stimulation. His other hand fondles my chest before cupping my right breast. My nipples tighten, my body shivers, and my thighs tremble at the electrifying sensation of his fingers owning my swollen clit. “Oh gosh…” I’m gonna come at any moment if he keeps going. And Alex does keep going, increasing the pressure and friction on my flesh to leave me in a trance. “Oh my…” My heart is pounding against my ribs, my parted lips pant, and I’m feeling close, so damn close…

  “Come for me,” he growls. The sensuality of his demand catches me off guard, turning me into a hot mess, and a flush of ecstasy hits me hard. My legs quiver, struggling to hold still at the imminent orgasm. My fluids have probably dampened his whole hand by now, but I couldn’t care less. A burst of electricity explodes from within me, and I fall onto the surface of the table, my legs melting, no longer able to hold my weight at the immensity of my gratification. Regaining my breath, I can’t help but say, “That felt so damn good…”

  Alex takes me by the hips, putting me back in position. “Eight more to go.” A shiver rolls down my spine at his sharp tone. And I’m brought back to reality at the smashing sound of his palm against my right cheek. Smack! “Ow…” Either he added intensity to this swat, or my skin has become more sensitive, leaving the sting to feel like a blaze! Knowing there is more coming, I brace myself for the next one and shut my eyes. Smack! This one lands on my left cheek, and it’s just as merciless as the previous one. Damn it! My bottom feels on fire, and I’m panting. I resist the urge to reach back because I know it’d be worse. Fortunately, Alex starts gently massaging my skin around the redness, relieving the pain a bit while I recover my breath and calm down. My heartbeat keeps hammering, apprehensive for the next blow. Smack! Alex delivers another strike, this time landing across both cheeks. “Ow…” My body twitches, but I make a conscious effort to stay in position as much as I can. My eyes remain shut, but the tears are resting on my eyelids. Five more to go, I think to myself.

  Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

  “Ow!” I whine and curse at the intensity, but I’m glad he delivered them so quickly. My butt must be covered in a sharp shade of red by now as it burns like hell, and I slide a hand behind my back to relieve the sting.

  “Your punishment is done,” he announces, but I don’t dare to stand up without permission. I focus on my breathing instead. And although I can’t see it, I’ve got the firm sensation that he’s taking off his shirt. “But you still owe me one.” And for some obscene reason, I decide to remain still and bent over, curious at what he’ll do next. Regardless of my burning butt, if it’s to make me come again, I’m all here for it. Then I hear his belt unfastening and his zipper going down. Knowing he’s undressing makes my heart thump wildly against my chest and my breath quicken. Then I feel his hands lingering on my back and going all the way down to my ass, his thumbs stroking me softly like a feather. “You have no idea how hot you look.”

  Oh my goodness… I part my lips, drawing a gasp at his praise. Then his thumb goes in between my buttocks, where he starts rubbing the most intimate part of me in a circular motion. “Mmm…” Pressing my lips tightly together, I shut my eyes, reveling in it.

  “Do you remember in Aspen?” he asks. “In the shower?”

  Of course I do. His question makes me picture everything we did there. “Yes…” I breathe, my hips twitching as they follow his rhythm. It had been so wild and intense, how could I forget? At that moment, though, I no longer feel his thumb rubbing me, but his palms spreading my cheeks wide apart, leaving my hole exposed. “Alex!”

  “Stay still,” he orders softly. And before I can say anything further, he sticks his tongue right there and starts licking me. SWEET LORD!

  A moan leaves my throat at the unexpected intrusion. “Ah…” He has never been there with his mouth before! And my heart is about to explode at all the mixed emotions consuming me. I try hard to stay still, but damn, how can I not shiver with him eating me like that? Each deep, luscious lick sends my head spinning. My pussy is dampening again at his depraved actions, and pleasure overpowers me. “Oh gosh…” I cry out as his tongue delves deeper, lapping and tasting my hole so sensually that I rotate my hips in a wave against his mouth, drunk on every sensation he’s making me feel. Frantic with need, Alex doesn’t hold back, and his hands cup each side of my hips, pulling me tight into his face. A low grunt escapes his throat as he keeps eating my ass with unparalleled devotion. Holy shit! His tongue on me, licking and sucking every inch of my flesh, is sending me into a deep state of pure ecstasy. “Oh yes…” I push my butt into him even more while his wet tongue digs deeper, making slurping sounds as he keeps licking me. Fuck, there is nothing more powerful and satisfying than a man worshipping his woman like this. I drag some precious air into my lungs as my body is a blaze on fire, ready to erupt. Desire takes over me, and I feel the urge to feel so much more than his tongue. My breath comes out in short gasps, so I simply mumble, “Please…” Taking another breath, I say, “I need more…”

  His mouth leaves my hole, but without leaving traces of saliva on my flesh first. As he leans over me, his lips go to my ear while his hands cup my tits, before he asks in a whisper, “What do you want? Tell me…” His voice is filled with lust, and I know he’s just as hungry as I am. But I feel too shy to be crude and blunt, and somehow, I can’t find the right words to tell him.

  “You.” That’s all I manage to say.

  “Be more explicit,” he commands, before nibbling the shell of my ear. “What do you want me to do?”

  And I know he’s playing with my timidity and my lack of bluntness. “You know…”

  “You want me to fuck your tight little asshole, huh?” His breath is ragged, and I can taste the sexual tension in his words. “You miss it, don’t you?”

  I can’t help but moan at his question. His disgusting vulgarity and attitude shouldn’t make my body simmer with rapture. �
�Yes…”

  “Then say it.”

  “I can’t…” I grow desperate at his insistence.

  “Of course you can. I need to hear it,” he insists. His lips go to my cheek, lingering on my skin, and his energy is burning with desire to do exactly what we are both thinking. Then his lips come close, so close to tasting mine that I know he’s teasing me just to drive me to the edge. His right hand leaves my breast and moves up to my neck. “Petra, say it.” Oh jeez, I feel like the lamb trapped by the big wolf.

  Armed with some audacity and throwing all manners out the window, I say very slowly, “I want you to… fuck… my tight little asshole.”

  “Fuck,” he mutters under his breath, but loud enough for me to hear it. His right hand leaves my neck and travels all the way down to between my thighs.

  “Ahh…” A little moan escapes me at the feel of his fingers now exploring me.

  “Jeez, you’re soaking.” Well, that’s a bit obvious. His hand lingers around my opening, and I know my fluids are all over his fingers. He then goes back to my ass, and I feel a greasy finger penetrating me. I can’t help but gasp at the intrusion. “Look at that, it’s already in.”

  My pussy spasms in response to his words while his finger starts pushing in, slow and deep. I bounce forward at the pressure, but his other hand puts me back in position. “Oh my…” I press my lips tightly together, feeling quite sharply his finger going deeper inside me.

  “You like that, huh?”

  I’m panting, barely able to reply, but I breathe a feeble, “Yeah” between moans filled with pleasure.

  His finger leaves me, and I know exactly why. My heart is thundering, a bit anxious and apprehensive to feel him. After all, we haven’t done this since that night in Aspen. And while I can’t see him, I’ve got the firm sensation that he’s now palming his cock. To my surprise, though, he drags the tip up to my wet pussy. “Oh gosh…” I shiver, feeling his tip rubbing around my lips. But he doesn’t push himself in; nope, his tip, now fully coated with my juices, travels up to the other hole. And I wince, feeling a bit of the head pushing inside me. Fuck, he feels so damn big and this is so much more painful than last time. I always feel so weak, fragile, and defenseless in this position, but I’m also impatient for him to take me entirely.

  “Ssh…” he utters, soothing me as he rubs my back. Alex remains still and motionless, giving me some time to adjust to his girth. “Relax…” He then thrusts a bit farther in, and I’m amazed how smoothly it goes. I guess my fluids are a good lube. “See how easily I go in…” He hovers over my back, and I feel his warm lips placing kisses on my spine. My teeth bite into my lip, reveling in every second of his touch, and dragging some air into my lungs, I shut my eyes in blissful rapture. “You’re so damn tight…”

  I chuckle at his comment. “I can feel that.”

  With parted lips, I unleash another moan at feeling such a big part of him buried inside me. “I missed fucking your ass so much,” he shamelessly states. His right hand grabs my neck from behind, while his left hand keeps holding me at the waist. He then fills me completely by rocking inside me straight and deep. Fuck. And I can’t help but whimper a bit. “Ow…” By now, I not only feel the sting on my butt, but also his length gaping my hole. My body is shaking under his, and I’m too drunk on a mixture of pain and pleasure to fully process everything he’s doing.

  He adjusts himself inside of me and positions his cock at a deeper angle. “It’s all inside now.” His fingers tighten on my neck and waist while his hips keep thrusting back and forth in quick, shallow moves. Each one of his thrusts leaves me on the brink of pure bliss. His passion is all-consuming, his energy so raw, intense, a force that drives me to the edge of erotic madness. “You’re such a good slut.”

  “Oh my…” My face goes red hearing his words, and a rush of heat takes over me. I sigh in euphoria. It sounds like a compliment, and I take it as such. “Don’t stop…”

  His cock twitches at my comment, and I hear him groaning behind me. I know he liked it, and at this precise moment, all I really want is to feel him comin inside me. After all, he hasn’t done that since I woke up. He keeps ramming in and out, leaving me a hot mess, my orgasm building inside me.

  “Ah…” There’s nothing hotter than hearing him moan, especially knowing I’m the reason for it. This man drives me crazy, and I love how he takes full control of me and my body. There is something extremely sensual about it. Something I can’t explain. Maybe it’s wrong, shameful, or immoral. But it feels so natural to give myself entirely to him. Holy fuck… I’m so close…

  “Ah…” Alex keeps banging me repeatedly against the desk. His thrusts are hurried, impatient, and more bestial than our first time. His pelvis taps against my buttocks, and I’m reminded of the sting at every touch. My body is so used to have him inside by now that I let myself go, consumed by nothing more than the insanity of the moment. Holy fuck. I hear him groaning again, and a massive smile fills my face as I can feel his orgasm unloading inside me. And the simple thought of it makes me reach new highs. I cry out as I explode from the inside in a thousand little pieces and then collapse on the desk, totally exhausted by the immensity of my pleasure. I hear nothing but our heartbeats, pulsing hard inside our chests. At this moment, nothing else matters, just us. I breathe slowly in and out, taming my unsteady pulse.

  After we both calm down and recover our senses, Alex removes himself from me very slowly. I feel a bit sad for it to be over. I can already feel his cum dripping down my ass, and once I stand up, it only gets worse. As I turn to kiss him, he seems to be in another galaxy, his face devoid of any expression as he simply orders, “Now go to your room.” And he starts rubbing his eyes tiredly with his fingers. I blink twice at his coldness. Why is he behaving like this? I feel the urge to ask him what’s wrong, and to reassure him, let him know everything was fine. But I don’t do any of it. Sometimes it’s better just to leave and give him some space. So I just gather my things, walk out the door, and rush to the bedroom.

  There, I make sure to lie in bed on my stomach and have nothing covering my burning butt. And as I close my eyes and try to sleep, my mind ruminates nonstop about what I just went through. I’m beyond perplexed at Alex’s behavior, and I don’t even think the spanking was the worst part. No, the worst part was seeing his expression afterward. Like he was angry and disappointed at himself. Then, I hear two knocks on the door, but I can’t find the will to answer.

  “May I come in?” Oh, it’s Maria.

  “Not today,” I mumble back without even turning. But instead, I hear Maria close the door and walk over. As she sits beside me, I see that she’s holding a tube, and before I can ask her about it, she starts applying something on my redness. I twitch at the cooling effect. But the relief it provides is truly appreciated. It feels like those after-burn gels. Nothing but silence can be heard as she keeps applying more. Should I be surprised that she knows I got a spanking? I imagine Alex told her. And to be honest, I’m not in the mood to even ask her. The idea that she’s taking care of my red bottom is humiliating enough.

  “Thank you,” she says in a whisper before standing up.

  I know exactly what this thank you is for. And while Maria will keep her job, I know Alex won’t trust her as much as before. And I’m not sure how I feel about it.

  Then I hear the door opening and closing again, but instead of it being followed by silence, I hear someone else’s footsteps walking in my direction. And by their pace and the cologne that starts invading my nostrils, I know perfectly to whom they belong.

  As I feel another cooling texture being gently applied on my skin, I say half sleepily, “Maria already applied some.”

  “This one is better.” An uncomfortable silence grows between us as he keeps rubbing my skin. “In a few hours, the redness will be gone.” I don’t feel like saying “thank you” or anything else though. “Petra?”

  “Hmm?”

  “I’d like to tell you something.” He keeps
his husky voice low, despite our being the only two in the room. My attention goes to his face, and I realize his expression is just as serious, grave, and laced with disappointment as before. But I can’t understand why. His brows creasing together, he takes a morbid second before muttering, “I loved spanking you.” His tone is laced with shame, and it seems like the truth is hurting him somehow. “I’ve pictured that moment many times in my mind—how it’d feel, how much you’d whine, how your ass would look afterward…” He closes his eyes for a second, letting out a breath while shaking his head. Then he looks at me again, his piercing blue eyes glued on mine, and says, “But reality turned out to be so much better.” I blink twice, gaping at him, but I’m so stunned by his revelation that I remain speechless. “Your attitude at standing up for what you believe in, regardless of what others think, is truly remarkable.” Okay, so Sebastian or Maria must have made some remarks about me. Alex pauses for a beat, considering me. And I see a faint smile settling on his lips. “I’m madly and terribly in love with every side of you, Miss Van Gatt.”

  Everything in me drops upon hearing this. My heart feels so tight right now that I jump on him and kiss him hard. Alex welcomes me with a little gasp as I press my lips to his, devouring his mouth. Then I look him in the eye and say, “And I’m just as madly and terribly in love with every side of you, Mr. Van Dieren.”

  He gives me one of his charming smiles—the one I’ll never get tired of seeing. “I want to ask you something,” he starts. “And before you say yes or no, I want you to think about it as long as you need to.”

  My brows raise, and I’m completely taken aback by his statement. “Um, okay.”

  Alex draws in a breath before saying, “I’d like your permission to discipline you from now on.”

  But my jaw falls again just as fast. “My what?”

  Chuckling at my expression, he repeats, “Your permission—”