Page 95 of The Haunting Plot

“Is there anything off-limits? Any words I should avoid?”

“No. You can degrade me and praise me as you see fit.”

“You know how much I love you, right?”

“Astronauts in outer space know how much you love me.”

“But do you?” His eyes are earnest, pleading.

“Yes, moron.”

“Good, remember that.”

“Why?”

His eyes darken, and a smirk lights up half his face. “Because I’m about to fuck you like I don’t.” His grip on my neck loosens, and he drops his hand. “Turn around, bend over, and present so I can punish that gorgeous ass.”

I crawl to the center of the bed and drop my head onto my forearms, keeping my ass in the air as I bare myself to him.

“Such an obedient slut. Look at how needy you are.” He trails a finger up my thigh, stopping once he gets to my pussy lips. “You’re dripping for me.”

His mouth is so close to my pussy, his warm breath a caress. Then he sinks his teeth into the flesh of my ass as I let out a needy whimper.

“So desperate. You’ll do anything to please me, won’t you?”

My heart leaps in my chest at how easily he gets it, knows what I need. “Yes, Chief.” I push my ass up in a silent plea for him to keep going.

“You’ll let me treat you like the filthy whore you are because you know I’m the only one who can grant you all the depraved desires you write about.”

“Only you, Chief.”

“Go get one of your books.”

My head pops up, and I look over my shoulder. “What?”

He brings his hand down on my ass. It barely stings, and he furrows his brow at my lackluster reaction. The second strike is harder, and I bite my lips to hold in my moan. Rough fingers grab my jaw, his grip punishing. “Don’t do that. I earned that noise, and I want to hear every moan and whimper I draw out of you. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Chief.”

“Now, go get that book, then get back in position.” He slaps my ass again, this one harder, and I don’t hold back the yowl that escapes. “That’s it, that’s my spitfire.”

I crawl off the bed and prowl over to the closet, rifling through the shelves until I find an author copy of Hitched and Tied that I’d hidden in there. I set the book in front of me as I resume my position on the bed.

“Hold this pose until I say otherwise.”

“Yes, Chief.”

“Now be a good girl and open that book. I want you to read it out loud while I play.”

I’m rewarded with two hard spanks, one to each cheek, then one more against my pussy. He keeps his hand flush with my skin, using his palm to gather my wetness. I whine as I flip through the pages, looking for the perfect scene. “Need you nice and wet so I can lube my cock with your desperation.”

Oh fuck, I like that. I can feel myself growing wetter at his demand.

“That’s it, give it to me, Ray. Make a mess on my hand.”

I rub my center along the length of his palm. He pulls back suddenly and groans. “Shit, it feels so good being covered in you.” The filthy sounds of him using my arousal as his own personal lube emanate from behind me, and I fight the urge to look. He hasn’t given me permission, but I’m desperate to see him pump his cock.

“So good,” he groans. “Now start reading while I watch this needy cunt beg to be filled.”