Somehow, she squirms out of my grasp, tickling my sides. I buckle over, hugging my stomach to protect myself. She’s giggling, trying to get to my armpits before she finally decides to go for the backs of my knees.
Once she’s bent over, I grab her and throw her over my shoulder. “You’re in deep trouble now, sweetheart.”
She just laughs, contorting herself to tickle my armpits. I almost drop her halfway down the hall, but somehow I manage to control myself until we get to her bedroom.
“You think you can do something like that without paying?” I say, throwing her onto the mattress. She bounces, grinning, before scrambling to the far side.
“Oh, so now you run.” I grab her leg and pull her back to me. “Your choice, sweetheart. Either I spank your sweet ass until it’s bright red, or I fuck you until I finish without letting you come.” I undo her pants and pull them down her legs. “Or I can tickle you until you can barely breathe.”
“Noooooo!”
“Then choose, before I choose for you.”
She gasps when I yank her shirt over her head. Then she narrows her eyes, thinking, before saying, “How many spankings, exactly?”
“I’ll go easy on you—this time—and say ten.”
“Ten spankings, or I don’t get to come.”
“Correct.”
She grins. “But if I choose spankings, you still fuck me?”
“Oh, it’s definitely happening.”
“And you’ll let me come?”
“Maybe.”
She bites her lip. Tilts her head. Unclasps her bra and throws it to the side. “Spankings it is. But if it hurts too much—”
“Then just say the word.” I give her a gentle kiss, and she moans. Then I throw her onto her stomach, pulling up her hips so her ass is ready for me. I slide her panties down her legs and leave them gathered at her knees, taking in the view.
She looks back at me, curiosity shining in her eyes.
“You felt so good earlier.” I watch as she smiles back at me, and then I wipe it off her face with a hard smack.
She yelps, and before she can recover I hit the same spot again. I massage her skin for a few seconds before moving to her other ass cheek, spanking the same spot on the other side twice.
When I look, I find her soaked and ready for me. “Are you going to tickle me again, sweetheart?” Smack.
“I mean, probably. It was funny.”
Smack. Smack.
“Owwww!”
“Do it again, and I won’t go so easy on you.”
I see the beginnings of a giant grin before she hides her face in her covers. I hit her again and she moans. “Do you like a little bit of pain with your pleasure, sweetheart?” Smack.
She squirms, gripping her comforter as I land the last hit. Then I step back, admiring the red spots on her ass.
“You took that so well.” I lean down, giving her clit a single lick before pulling my shirt over my head. “Come here.”
She crawls over to me, and her lips part as I finish stripping. Her eyes travel downward. When I grab her by the back of her head and yank her up, she gasps.
With my face mere inches from hers, I say, “What are you?”
I watch as her pupils dilate. “Your personal fucktoy.”
“That’s right.” I kiss her roughly, and she moans. “Tonight, I fucking own you. And I’m going to make sure you feel it all day tomorrow.”
“Yes, please,” she whispers, and then she runs her tongue across my bottom lip. “I want to feel you inside me, Rhett.”
Then that’s what you’re going to get.
After pulling her panties all the way off, I lift her into my arms. She wraps her legs around my waist, moaning when my dick slides against her clit.
“You’re so wet, sweetheart. Is all of that for me?”
“Yes,” she says with a breathy exhale. She grinds against me, shuddering, and I squeeze her ass with my hands.
I walk toward her closed door, pressing her against it. Then I hold her with one hand, reaching between us and flicking her clit with my other.
“Fuck,” she whispers. When I press small, gentle circles to it, her back arches. “Oh my god, Rhett.”
Her reaction sends a burst of pride through me. I’ve never wanted to hear a woman say my name this much in my entire life. “Are you ready for me?” My words come out low in her ear. I suck the soft skin of her neck into mouth.
“Yes. Yes, I’m ready. Please.”
When I finally sink into her, it’s with a low groan. Fuck, she feels good. Why didn’t I do this earlier this weekend?
Because you weren’t ready yet.
She grips my arms, slowly rolling her hips to adjust. I slide in further, and she clenches around me.
“Am I hurting you?”
She shakes her head. “Just give me a second.”
I nod, capturing her lips in a kiss. It deepens, and I work her clit gently while she moans my name into my mouth. She slips down another inch or two, taking all of me in, and she breaks our kiss with a gasp.
“I need you,” she whispers, looking at me with such trust it makes my heart skip a beat. “Don’t hold back, Rhett. Please. I never want to forget what you feel like.”
Fuck me.
I pull out of her, leaving in just the tip, before slamming back inside her. She cries out, and for a moment I think I’ve gone too hard. But then she smiles.
“More.”
So I give it to her. Her eyes roll into the back of her head, and it only makes me plow her into the door harder.
“Oh god—Rhett, I—I can’t last—oh fuck.” She buries her face into my shoulder and screams.
I keep up my pace, drawing out her orgasm as I feel mine approaching. I didn’t want it to end this quickly, but she’s just too fucking perfect.
She’s not going anywhere. You can savor it next time.
Wren moans as I bottom out inside of her over and over again. And as I get closer and closer, the tension building, her lips find mine in a passionate kiss.
“Fuck,” I hiss out, slamming into her one more time before I finish. It’s explosive, and addictive, and I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.
When I stop, Wren goes limp in my arms and rests her head on my shoulder. “Rhett,” she whispers into my neck, panting. “That was—that was so good.”
I kiss her as a wave of exhaustion crashes over me. Shit. How did I get so tired so quickly? I still have to drive back home.
“I have to pee,” Wren says.
I pull out of her, setting her down gently. As she disappears into the bathroom, I pull my clothes back on and collapse onto the bed.
My heartbeat is finally slowing, and I can’t keep my eyes open.
The last thought I have is the realization that I must finally be crashing for the first time since Tuesday.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
WREN
I FROWN at the snow falling outside. It’s coming down hard and fast—enough that the thought of Rhett driving in it makes my stomach turn with unease. Sure, I may be more anxious than the average person, but this is bad.
“Hey, it’s snowing pretty hard outside, I think—”
When I step into my bedroom, I find Rhett passed out on top of all my blankets. “You awake?” I whisper.
He doesn’t stir.
My heart warms as I watch him breathing softly. He looks so peaceful, like everything that’s weighing him down has finally disappeared.