Ruthless Creatures: Chapter 27

He’s got one of those perfect, hard, round man asses you see on elite athletes. There’s not an ounce of fat on it. Paler than his back or thighs, the skin there looks soft, tender, and unblemished.

I bet if I smacked it hard with my brush, it would glow cherry red.

I swallow because my mouth has gone bone dry. There’s a strange buzzing in my ears. I feel a bit lightheaded. My fury has flown out the window, leaving me jacked up on sex endorphins.

No wonder he wants to spank me. Just standing here contemplating the idea of doing it to him has me vibrating all over like one of my toys.

He says, “Don’t worry about hurting me. I have a high tolerance for pain.”

“It’s kind of defeating the whole purpose if you can’t feel it.”

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t be able to feel it. I just don’t want you to hold back.”

His voice is soft and hypnotic. Or maybe I’m feeling hypnotized from all the adrenaline flooding my veins.

When I told him I’d only let him spank me if I could do it to him first, I didn’t think a hypothetical would turn into reality. It was a hollow threat, because what man would let his girlfriend whack him on the ass?

This one, apparently.

He’s an evil genius.

As I move closer to him, the brush grows warmer in my hand, like it’s alive. It’s wooden, with an oversized, flat rectangular top, made to handle thick hair like mine.

It’s basically a paddle.

I stop slightly behind him and to one side. I’ve got a magnificent view of his body, all those tattoos and bulging muscles. Semihard, his thick cock rests against his thigh.

When I lick my lips in agitation, he says gruffly, “Go to ten. I’ll count out loud.”

Ten punishing smacks against his naked ass while he’s counting them off in that hot, rough voice of his…

It’s a Christmas miracle.

He watches me over his shoulder. His breathing has increased. The air in the room feels warm and dangerously charged, like a single spark could set off a gigantic explosion.

“Dammit, Natalie. Do it!”

He must’ve known that snapped command would piss me off, because when my hand flies and the brush connects with his skin with a crack! he makes a satisfied grunt, as if he just won a bet with himself.

Laughter in his voice, he says, “One.”

I grit my teeth and let my hand fly again. “You smug—”

Crack!

“—bossy—”

Crack!

“—overbearing—”

Crack!

“—cocky—”

Crack!

“—jerk!”

I stop, panting, staring at Kage’s butt. It’s turning a very satisfying shade of mottled pink. When I glance up at his face, his eyes are living fire.

“Feel better?”

“No. You didn’t count.”

“Yes, I did. We’re at five. I guess you were preoccupied.”

I let my gaze rake over his body, head to toe. He’s not straining to hold his arms overhead, but his breathing is rough. A fine sheen of perspiration has broken out along his brow.

His erection is now rock-hard, jutting out from his hips and pointing toward the ceiling. A small dot of clear liquid glistens at the slit in the crown.

I don’t want this to be over so fast. We’re already halfway to ten.

I reach out and lightly stroke one of his red cheeks. His cock twitches. He sucks in a quiet breath and stiffens.

Running the tip of my finger over a raised welt on his butt, I watch in fascination as his cock twitches again, a little pulse from the base that travels up his rigid shaft and makes the crown quiver.

That little drop of liquid on top is calling my name.

I murmur, “Don’t move.” Then I dip my fingertip into the drop and slowly spread it over the crown in a small circle.

Kage obeys me and remains still, but he can’t help the small shudder of pleasure that goes through him at my touch. Or the faint moan that leaves his lips.

That sound jolts through me like electricity.

My nipples harden. A surge of heat rushes to my core. The surprising urge to drop to my knees and suck him off grips me, but instead, I curl my fingers around his thick shaft and gently stroke him, tip to base and back again.

The skin on his cock is the softest anywhere on his body. It’s like velvet.

Velvet stretched over steel.

When we make eye contact, it’s a snap of connection I feel in every cell.

He rasps, “Jerk me off with your left hand. Hit me with your right.”

“Oh, did you think you were in charge? This is supposed to be punishment, remember?” I grip his dick at the base. My fingers can’t reach all the way around it. “So here we go.”

Holding the base of his cock, I smack him on the ass four more times with the brush, pausing for a second after each one to let him count. When we get to nine, he’s breathing hard, flexing his hips against my hand, trying to pump into it. All the muscles in his stomach are clenched.

And I’m so turned on, I might burst into flames.

He growls, “One more. Do it now.”

“What happens when I’m finished?”

“It’s my turn.”

I can’t catch my breath. My entire body is trembling. I whisper, “I’m scared.”

“I won’t hurt you, sweetheart. I promise.”

“No, I mean…I’m scared that I’ll like it.”

Holding my gaze, he says, “You will.”

Body hunger.

It’s a phrase I’ve heard before, but never understood. I do now, though. It’s a craving, aching, longing lust that seizes you and turns you ravenous. My entire physical being is so hungry for this man, I’m salivating.

I give Kage the final whack on his butt, then release his cock and back away from him, dropping the brush to the floor.

He slowly lowers his arms to his sides. He looks me up and down over his shoulder and licks his lips. He says softly, “Ten.”

His ass is red, his cock is hard, and he’s wearing an expression like a tiger that’s been released from its chains after fifty years of captivity.

He bends and pulls up his sweats. Then he turns to me, smoldering.

In his hard, dominant voice, he says, “Come here.”

Cold panic floods through my veins. Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god!

Quaking all over, I take a tentative step toward him. When I don’t go any farther, he gets impatient, holding out his hand. He gestures with his fingers for me to hurry the hell up.

I take a deep breath and keep walking, biting my lip as I go. When I’m standing right in front of him, he takes me by the wrist and pins my arm behind my back, gripping my jaw in his other hand.

Looking down at me with half-lidded eyes, he says, “Permission to do with you as I please.”

Even though it’s technically a question, his tone is still that dark, commanding one.

My heart wasn’t made for this kind of stress. It’s dizzy, swooning inside my chest like a drunk with balance problems.

“What if…” I moisten my lips, trying to catch my breath. “What if you do something I don’t want?”

“Say ‘red’ and I’ll stop. If you get uncomfortable but aren’t sure if you want me to stop yet, say ‘yellow.’ If you like something, say ‘green.’”

I picture myself writhing around on the bed as he has his way with me, blabbering deliriously, “Green, green, green!”

“I’ll check in with you as we go to make sure you’re doing okay. I won’t harm you. You’ll be in charge. Everything stops if you say so. Now give me your permission.”

He claims I’ll be in charge, but I’m barely even in charge of my bodily functions.

My entire central nervous system is in meltdown mode. My pulse is hammering, my knees are knocking, and my lungs aren’t feeding my brain nearly enough oxygen. I literally feel as if I’m about to pass out cold. The only thing keeping me standing is the hand I’ve got curled into the waistband of his sweats.

“I…I…”

Kage waits, nostrils flared and lips thinned, looking so damn hot, I’m sweating.

Finally, it comes out in a breathless rush. “Oh, fuck it. Yes, you have my permission.”

Before I can pass out, he picks me up in his arms and strides into the bedroom.

With me in his arms, he sits on the edge of the mattress. He flips me over so I’m facedown over his lap, my chest on the bed and my butt in the air. He yanks down my shorts to mid-thigh, holds me down by the scruff of my neck, and says in a husky voice, “I’ve been dreaming about this for months.”

He gives me a swift, smart smack on my ass.

When I jump and squeal, he laughs.

Darkly.

He smacks me again, this time on the other cheek, slightly harder. It sends a shock wave of pleasure through my body. The place where he struck me tingles and stings, but doesn’t hurt.

Still, I’m hyperventilating. My shaking hands curl to fists in the sheets.

“The first was a level one. The second was a level two. Here’s a three. Tell me if you want it softer or harder.”

He slaps my butt again, this time with more force. I suck in a breath, my back stiffening. Then he smooths his big rough hand over both my butt cheeks, back and forth from side to side, gently stroking away the sting and waiting.

I’m already wet between my legs. My heartbeat is zooming. My nipples are tight and aching.

I whisper, “I want it harder.”

He exhales an uneven breath. Against my belly, his cock throbs.

“Ready?”

“Yes.”

The blow lands on my left cheek. It’s stronger than the others, edging closer to painful, but the heat that blooms over my skin in its wake makes me moan.

I close my eyes and shift restlessly on his lap, waiting for another.

Waiting and wanting.

His voice is a soothing caress to my fevered brain. “Talk to me, baby. How are you feeling?”

“Good.”

“Use the colors.”

“Green.”

He squeezes my tender flesh, stroking down from my butt to the top of my thigh, gently fondling me there, then moving his hand to my other leg and sliding it back up. My entire ass feels hot and exquisitely sensitive, primed to his touch.

“I’m gonna do five, then stop and ask you how you are again. Ready?”

My answer is a faint whimper.

His voice hardens. “Natalie. Are you ready?”

When I whisper, “Yes,” he unleashes a series of sharp, stinging slaps on my ass, using the same pressure as the last one. My whole butt jiggles with each blow.

It feels incredible.

Dirty, biting, and incredible. My entire lower body throbs with heat. I moan louder, rocking my hips.

Kage breathes, “Fuck, baby. You love that, don’t you?”

So faint it’s barely audible, I say, “Green. Super ultra-mega green. More. Please, more.”

Kage’s groan is barely audible, too. He smooths his hand over my butt again, all around, then dips his fingers between my thighs, finding the soaked center of me.

When he gently pinches my swollen clit, I gasp. Then he swirls his fingers around the sensitive nub, whispering, “So. Fucking. Perfect.”

When I push against his hand, aching to feel his fingers inside me, he pulls away and gives me five more smacks on my ass instead.

Shuddering in pleasure, I groan.

He strokes my clit again, until I’m grinding my pelvis against his hand, then goes back to spanking. For every five blows of his hand, I’m rewarded with attention to my pussy.

In less than a minute of the exquisitely torturous back and forth, I’m on the verge of orgasm.

I whimper. “Please, Kage. Please.”

“Talk to me.”

“I need to come. Please make me come.”

“Oh, I will, baby. Just not yet.”

I groan in disappointment, burying my face into the sheets.

“I’m gonna keep going, but I don’t want you to come. I want you to hold back for me. Tell me to stop when you get too close.”

It’s hard to get even a word out between my labored breaths. “Why?”

His voice grows softer. “Because it will be that much more intense if you try to wait. It’ll build and build until you go supernova. I want to give that to you. I want to make you come harder than you ever have before. But if you don’t want that, you know what to say.”

There’s a distinct possibility I might die in this scenario, but I’m willing to take that risk.

My teeth clenched, I say, “Green.”

This time the blows come faster.

I don’t have time in between to recover from one before the next arrives, hot and burning. I moan at the end of it, then moan more loudly when I get his fingers sliding through my slick heat.

“Look at you spreading your legs wider for me,” he says, his voice low and raw. “Tilting your hips so I can see this beautiful pink pussy begging for my cock. This plump little clit begging for my tongue.”

He gently tugs on it. I nearly scream in pleasure, but groan into the sheets instead.

He slides his fingers all around my cleft, spreading my wetness around, fondling my pussy like it’s his favorite pet, all the while talking to me in his low, hypnotic voice, telling me how he adores me, how he needs me, how he can’t think straight when we’re apart.

On a sob, I say, “I’m close I’m right there oh god I’m there—”

He takes his fingers from between my legs and presses them to my lips, commanding, “Suck.”

I do, greedily, tasting myself on him. Dying for him to shove those fingers deep inside me, as deep as they can go.

He growls, “I’m gonna tie you up now. Tie you up, blindfold you, and fuck you. Before that, though, I’ll get you on your knees and make you suck my dick while I spank you some more, because I can’t get enough of this beautiful ass and how you respond to me.”

He switches to Russian and keeps talking.

I moan around the thick fingers stuffed into my mouth.

My eyes roll back into my head.

This is the best Christmas ever.