“On the contrary.” He threw back the covers and she saw his glorious erection. “I’m as hard for you as I was five minutes ago.”

“See? So kinky.”

“Are you going to try to tell me you’re not?” he challenged her.

“Not what? Kinky? Or still hot for you?”

He spread her thighs wide with his hand, pressed his fingers against her opening. They slid right in and she moaned, desire making a tight knot in her belly.

“Question number two answered. Let’s see about question number one.”

He scooted up until his back was against the pillows, and she watched him, wondering what he had in mind. But before she could figure it out, he grabbed her and flipped her facedown and naked on his lap.

“Mick, wait.”

“Nope. This is a test of your kinkability, baby. Now be quiet while I do horrible things to your delicious ass.”

He smacked one cheek hard enough to make her yelp.

“Quiet, now,” he ordered.

“I can’t!”

He smacked the other cheek just as hard.

“Oh!”

“If you can’t stay quiet, then I’m going to have to make you count.”

“Jesus, Mick.” She laid her head down on the cool sheets and waited.

He gave her a good hard slap. Her ass stung like mad. “That’s an extra one for you sassing me. Now count.”

He smacked her cheek and she had to work to convert the pain to pleasure. Before she had a chance to do that, he smacked the other cheek.

“You’re not counting.”

“Two.”

“Nope. That was one. The second one was to remind you.”

She bit her lip.

“Good girl.”

Another hard slap.

“Two.”

And another.

“Three,” she said breathlessly. It was really beginning to hurt as he layered sensation over her tender skin.

She heard him pull in a breath, and his hand came down again, catching both ass cheeks, right in the center.

“Oh! Four.”

The next few came in such rapid succession she squirmed in his lap.

“Oh no you don’t, princess. You’re not going anywhere.” He held her down with one hand on the small of her back. “How many is that?”

“Five, six and seven, damn it.”

“Excellent.”

“Fucking sadist,” she muttered.

He smacked her hard, the pain reverberating through her entire body.

“Ouch! Fuck, Mick! I suppose that one didn’t count?”

“It sure as hell didn’t. How many more do you think I’ve got for you?”

“Hundreds, I’m sure.”

He chuckled, slipped a hand between her thighs, found her sex wet with wanting. “You don’t seem to mind. Which I love about you, baby girl. And I know you can take a few more.”

He slapped her ass over and over—she had a hard time keeping up with the count.

“Eight, nine . . . eleven,” she gasped. “I think. Ah! Twelve?” She was panting, squirming hard in his lap, her hip coming up against his hard cock.

“Ten. You’re bad at math, baby,” he teased.

“I am not. It was twelve.” She kicked her feet, squirmed again. She was loving every minute of this delicious torture.

“Still,” he ordered. She complied, her body going loose at the mere tone of his voice.

He spread her thighs apart, pressed his fingers into her aching sex and began to pump.

“Mmm . . .”

He slipped them out and smacked her ass again, really hard this time. But the pleasure he’d given her allowed her to ride the pain out.

“What’s the count, baby?”

“Thirteen.”

“Ah, unlucky number thirteen. But you know, it’s lucky for some of us. It’s lucky for you today. And lucky for me.”

He lifted her and positioned her so she was on her hands and knees on the bed, and he came up behind her and grasped her hips.

“I am going to fuck you so damn hard, Allie girl. And you’re going to come and come until you scream.”

She hung her head, loving the sensation of yielding he’d created in her flesh, her mind.

She felt the heat of his body as he rocked his hips forward, even the fine hairs on his thighs abrading the hot, tender skin from the spanking. But she loved it. Loved it even more when he surged into her an inch at a time, holding her still with firm hands, not letting her ease back onto his cock.

Finally, slowly, he buried himself deep in her pussy.

She let out a soft sigh of pure pleasure at being filled by him.

“Shh, hold still for me, baby.”

He reached around her and filled his hands with her breasts, kneading the full flesh. She wanted to arch into his touch, but she knew to follow instructions. She bit her lip. Waited while pleasure suffused her, making her go warm and weak all over.

Finally he took her stiff nipples between his fingers and pinched, tugged, sensation a keen edge in her body, making her moan aloud. Making her arch her neck, her head coming up. He pinched harder, bringing pain sharply into the mix.

“Ah!”

Still holding her nipples firmly between his fingers, he used his strong forearms to bring her body up until she was almost sitting up on her knees, his cock still deep inside her. And slowly he began to fuck her.

“Ah, God, Mick . . .”

His thick cock slid in and out, in this position easily hitting her G-spot, and pleasure built quickly, a deep, thrumming rhythm. His cock and his hard, pinching fingers on her nipples causing sensation everywhere—thrilling, dazzling. Even better when he bit into her shoulder, his teeth sinking deep while his tongue swirled over her skin.

Her mind was spinning, out of control, pleasure and pain all one thing. He fucked her harder, his cock jackhammering into her, making her gasp with each punishing stroke. His hands wrapped around her breasts, pressing hard, hurting her. Making her dizzy with the desire for more.

He bit her harder. She felt his body tense and knew he was ready to come. And at that moment he reached down to pinch her clit, using his nails to bite hard into the sensitive flesh.

“Ah, God!”

It fucking hurt. But she was coming and coming, her hips arching into his hurting touch, back to take his big cock in deep. He was growling, panting, his teeth sinking deeper. And she was coming so damn hard the coming itself was painful, the pleasure almost too much to take. He fucked her harder, slamming into her, and she was drowning in the heat of his body, his scent filling her head as her climax crashed over her again and again.

“Ahhhhhh! Mick!”

“Baby, baby . . .”

They collapsed on the bed together. He was still inside her, still hard even though she knew he’d come. They lay on their sides, his taut stomach pressed against her back, his arms still around her. They were both slick with sweat. Lovely, that slippery friction of damp skin against damp skin. He slung one leg over her hip and pushed in and out of her almost lazily, his slowly softening cock causing small frissons of orgasm to shiver through her.

“Oh, that’s good,” she murmured, locking her fingers with his. He held on tight, brought their clasped hands up to her chest and nestled them between her breasts.

“I can feel your heart pounding,” he whispered into her hair. “So is mine.”

“I can feel it against my back,” she told him, “I can feel your heartbeat echoing all the way up my spine.”

They were quiet for a long time, simply relaxing, trying to catch their breath.

Finally he said, “This is it, you know. This is what I want.”

Her heart surged at hearing him say it. She’d thought that was what he’d meant when they’d talked the night before. But the confirmation was lovely to hear. She’d needed to hear it. “Me, too.”

He slipped out of her and rolled her over then, pulling her in close to his big body. He propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at her. He was watching her again, searching her face.

“What is it, Mick?”

He shook his head, leaned in and kissed her cheek, her jaw, her neck, her shoulder. He was being so tender with her, so sweet it made her heart thump, her stomach flutter. Her nerves sang with the one truth she had known almost her whole life.