Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 163089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 815(@200wpm)___ 652(@250wpm)___ 544(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 163089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 815(@200wpm)___ 652(@250wpm)___ 544(@300wpm)
The scents of wood and sweat fill my lungs as I sink into the sting, letting it curl through every nerve.
And here’s the fucked-up part—I’m not just taking it. I’m leaning into it.
Wanting it.
Begging for more.
Just…more.
The clank of the stick against the floor echoes in my ear before two large hands grab fistfuls of my ass.
“Ungh…fuck!” I breathe out in a moan as my heated skin absorbs the shock of his colder hands.
“Feeling better, baby?” His voice in my ear is smooth like honey but also gruff as his fingers curl into the abused flesh.
I look sideways, and my lips part when I catch a glimpse of his expression. Dark, unhinged, almost as if he’s a fucking animal on the hunt.
His breaths are deeper, not as unsteady or shattered as mine, but definitely not like the normal asshole Marcus who seems to take everything unseriously. Or pretends to, anyway.
And I like that.
At least I’m not the only one who’s acting out of character.
“Why did you stop?” My voice is lower than I intended.
“You want more?”
“Isn’t that the fucking point?”
“Shh.” He buries his nose in my hair, nuzzling softly, inhaling audibly.
My skin prickles, goose bumps erupting on the surface, screaming at how wrong it feels.
Wrong? No. Foreign. My head is slowly fogging up, as if it’s abandoning me, too, and I can’t stop the subtle dissociation—
“Breathe.” The single command yanks me out of my jumbled thoughts. “Like me. See?”
His chest is glued to my back now as he takes long, steady breaths.
In. Out.
In.
Out.
I’m creeped out by how I naturally match his breathing pattern and how well it actually works.
“Just stop touching me and hit me,” I grumble, squirming in his hold, then I wince and bite my lower lip because fuck, the feel of his hand on my ass is deliciously painful.
All big and firm and…not disgusting.
I really need a word with my doctors after this, because what the fuck?
Aren’t all these types of touches supposed to make my skin crawl?
“No,” he says in my hair.
“No?”
“Yes. No. You don’t see it, but you have angry purple welts on this beautiful ass and thighs. This is enough for one day.” He tightens his grip on my ass, and I grunt. “You can’t be walking around the other guys naked, or they’ll see these marks and ask questions I’m sure you don’t want to answer.”
“Like I did the past week, you mean.”
“The marks stayed for a week?”
“Two days.”
“Mmm. I wish I had a picture to keep under my pillow.”
“Wow, what a major pervert. Might need that restraining order after all.” I squirm, but he’s not letting me go, and maybe I like the feel of his hand too much to fight it.
There’s this continuous dull pain that’s intertwined with his soothing massage. I’d prefer it if it were only pain, but this isn’t too bad.
For now.
He chuckles softly and nuzzles his nose in my hair again. “You smell so good. Like the deep ocean and the mountains. Mmm. I could eat you alive.”
“What’s with all the cannibalism, Hannibal? Anyway, hard pass. Not into all of that.”
He laughs again, the sound vibrating against me. “No, you’re not. But you’re into pain, aren’t you, my prince?”
Still grabbing my ass cheek with one hand, he reaches around my waist and wraps his palm around my hard cock. It throbs in his firm grip like a first-rate whore.
I’d like to leave. Now and fucking thank you.
But I don’t move. Don’t speak. I just exist, pulling at the corner of my lip with my teeth.
“Look at you being so wound up after some little impact play.” He trails his nose down the side of my head. “Such a beautiful, huge cock.”
“Don’t go stating the obvious.”
“You’re often praised for the size, aren’t you?”
“Uh-huh. I’m popular with the ladies for having a national treasure.”
“Hmm.” The sound is deep and a tad disapproving. “Now, this national treasure is so hard for me, baby.”
“Not for you.”
“No?” His voice darkens as he breathes so close to my ear, my spine jerks.
“No. A hand is a hand.”
“This is my hand, though.” He tugs on my cock in one rough movement, and my hips jerk as precum slides down the tip. “Not anyone else’s.”
“Doesn’t…matter… It’s just a physical reaction.”
“Mmm. I’d find the denial adorable if you weren’t leaking all over my fucking hand like a greedy little slut.”
“Oh, shit…” I gasp when he tightens his grip on my ass, and I’m swelling, my abs tightening as more precum drenches him.
It’s worse than the other time—so much worse.
I’m genuinely terrified I’ll come in two seconds flat and embarrass myself to eternity.
Because every firm tug and pull of his big, merciless hand is coupled with the aching pain in my ass.
The sensation is dizzying, pushing me right to the edge of delirium.
I’m so high on the feel of rough pleasure and sweet pain, my legs are about to give out.