Being Liam O’Donnell’s was a good thing to be, and she was ready to prove just how deeply she belonged to him. She went on her toes and ran her tongue along that sexy lower lip of his. “And you’re all mine.”
He dropped to his knees, putting his face level with her breasts. “These are mine.” His big hands cupped her, pressing her breasts together. “These gorgeous tits are all mine.”
His tongue came out, licking at her nipple before he bit down gently. Heat flared along her skin, her pussy getting soft and wet. Warm water beat along her chest, but it was nothing compared to the heat of his mouth as he sucked her nipple in. He whirled his tongue around and around before biting her again, oh so gently, just the right side of pain.
Liam moved to her other breast, giving it the same treatment as the first. His fingers played around her nipple. “I want you to pierce your nipples for me. I want you to look so soft and sweet on the outside, just the beautiful mum and wife, but underneath your clothes, you’re my naughty little submissive.”
It would be a mark of possession just for him. And it would always be a reminder to her that she was a woman, a lover. “Yes, Master. And I want something. I want a tat on your chest, something I pick out.”
She wanted her own “property of” sign.
He pinched her nipple hard, making her shake. “You better make it masculine. Nothing girly. No roses or pink hearts.”
“I promise.”
He sucked her nipple into his mouth again, adoring it with his tongue. He let the nipple pop out. “Tell me something. How wet is that pussy of mine?”
“So wet.” She could feel herself getting soft and slippery.
“Show me.” He leaned back, his eyes taking in her body, going straight to her pussy. He liked to look at it.
She let her hand trail down her body, past her aching nipples. Her clit was already engorged and wanting. The pad of her finger slipped over it.
“Don’t you make yourself come. You will not like how that goes for you. I’ll spank that ass red, and then I’ll torture those pretty tits of yours. You’ll beg me to let you come and I won’t.”
He was so bossy and a little bit overdramatic. “I’m not going to come from touching my clit.”
It was the wrong thing to say. Or maybe she’d used the wrong tone of voice. She was feeling a little bratty, and it seemed to have come out in her voice. Whether it was simply what she’d said or the way she’d said it, Avery found herself turned around, his hard body pressing her against the shower wall.
“That’s ten, brat. And you’ll let me play with your ass.”
She shivered a little. The shower door opened and then he was gone, but she knew better than to leave position. He wanted to spank her. He wanted his hand on her ass. He wanted to know her skin was hot and pink because of him. It was his kink, and she was happy to indulge him. She gripped the handle on the shower wall and spread her legs, thrusting her backside out. The water fell all around her, one more sensation to be had.
The shower door opened, and she heard Liam gasp. “Fuck. That’s a beautiful site, love. You aren’t afraid of me at all, are you?”
She wasn’t afraid of him. She wanted him just the way he was. She wanted him dirty and nasty and oh so loving. “You said you were going to spank me.”
The crack of his hand filled the shower, and Avery had to hold on tight.
“That’s right, darlin’. The water’s going to make it sting. Wait ‘til I take a flogger to these beautiful cheeks.” He slapped her ass again. “That might teach you to take that bratty mouth to me again.”
Spank number three hit the seam of her ass, and he held his hand there as though he could hold the heat to her skin. His fingers slipped lower and played in her pussy. It felt so perfect, his big fingers running along her pussy. She wiggled a little, trying to get him to penetrate her.
His fingers pulled away, and he smacked her ass again, three times in hard succession. Avery couldn’t help the moan that followed. Her backside was aching, and she was shaking with need.
“Bend over, love and I’ll make this quick.” His voice wasn’t even. One hand pressed on the small of her back, pushing her down.
She let him press her down, her limbs stretching deliciously. Two more slaps had her skin singing, riding the perfect line between pleasure and pain.
“I love you, Avery. I love you so fucking much.” One more smack. “Tell me you love me. Make me believe it.”
“I love you.” She wiggled her backside. “I love every filthy inch of you.”
He slapped her ass one last time. “I won’t ever get tired of hearing you say it. I don’t know why you would love a dumb lug like me, but I’ll take you, darlin’. I’ll take ya. Let me give you what you need so I can have what I want.”
She could guess what he wanted. She was nervous about it, but nothing he’d done to her had been less than spectacular. “I want you in every way a woman can take a man.”