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“Does my angel need to come?” I ask, my voice a cruel caress, dragging the handle of the spoon down the cleft of her ass before teasing her swollen clit with the smooth wood. “You know exactly how to get what you want, Cora.”

Chapter Ten

Cora

“Come on, angel. You know what you need to tell me.”

Bent over the table with my skirt around my waist and my ruined panties now nothing more than a memory on the floor, I’ve never felt more humiliated—or aroused—in my life.

My ass is on fire, the searing heat of his strikes blooming across my flesh with every frantic beat of my heart. The throb is a deep, insistent pulse, a stark contrast to the desperate, liquid ache between my thighs. My dripping pussy is slick and swollen, clenching around a devastating emptiness.

Roman bends over me, covering my hot flesh with the hardness of his hips and arousal. He presses his lips to the back of my ear and whispers, “Tell Daddy who you belong to.” His voice is a low, dark vibration against my skin. It’s a command that bypasses my brain and all logical thought, heading straight to my core and only fanning the fire of my need. The line I’ve been telling myself for weeks that I will not cross suddenly feels terrifyingly right.

Roman rubs his slick fingers over my clit, the featherlight touch somehow more torturous than the harsh bite of the spoon. My hips jerk against his touch, silently pleading for more. He sinks them inside me, filling and stretching me, giving me just enough to remind me what we both know I am craving. The need to come is a pressure building behind my clit, so intense that it is excruciatingly painful.

He curls his fingers, hitting the spot that we both know will drive me right to the edge. An edge he never lets me fall over. My vision starts to blur as my thighs quiver uncontrollably. I push up onto my toes in a mindless and desperate attempt to force him deeper, giving me more. “Three little words, angel,” he whispers. “They are all I need to hear. And then I’ll give you exactly what you need.”

The war inside me is brutal. My pride, the last bit of it that I’m clinging to by a thread, screams in defiance. I will not beg. I will not surrender. But my body, the traitorous, desperate thing that he has so carefully been training and conditioning since our wedding night, pleads for release. It doesn’t just yearn to give him what he wants. It needs it more than I need my next breath.

“I… I…” The syllables are a choked whisper, torn from a throat tight with shame and unbearable need.

“That’s it,” Roman coaxes, dusting the wooden spoon in a slow, tantalizing path down my spine toward my well-punished skin. “Say it for me. Give in to me, angel. End this misery for us both.”

And misery it is, this hovering on the edge and the constant state of need he’s embedded into my bones. He has turned my own body into a weapon against me, and I’m too weak to keep fighting it anymore. The words spill out of me in a surrender of epic proportions. “I’m yours, Daddy!”

The moment they leave my lips, he drives his fingers deep. He works them in a punishing, perfect rhythm. As though he knows exactly where I need him, his thumb finds my clit. He rubs in merciless, tight circles as he pumps me toward the edge. There is no teasing in his touch, not an ounce of hesitation. He’s taking what I finally gave him, claiming the victory I’ve handed him on a silver platter.

My release pools low in my belly, the hot, heavy weight dragging me to the edge. It builds and builds, a coiling spring of pure sensation. When I’m teetering at the precipice of oblivion and about to explode, Roman delivers the final, perfectly timed strike of the spoon. The burning sting flares across my already tender ass. Pain and pleasure collide, detonating into my complete and utter undoing. With a scream ripping from my lungs, my orgasm crashes through me with a force unlike anything I have ever experienced before. My vision whites with stars, and every muscle in my body quivers as my pussy clamps around his fingers in rhythmic waves. “Ten,” I cry without thought, the final count a testament of my surrender to my monster.

Coming harder than I’ve ever come in my life, the violent, shattering release he provided leaves me boneless, shaking, and clutching the edge of the table as though it’s holding me, grounding me to the earth. Tears of pleasure and humiliation stream down my face, pooling on the cool wood beneath my cheek.

With his fingers still buried deep inside me, Roman gingerly works me through the subsiding tremors. He leans over me, his chest a warm, solid weight against my back, as he presses a wet kiss to the back of my shoulder. “That’s a good girl,” he whispers, his voice thick with satisfaction. “You are so fucking beautiful when you break for me.”

He works them slowly inside me, rubbing and curling along my walls. “Thank Daddy for giving you what you needed.”

“Thank… Thank you,” I manage through pants, struggling to find my breath.

“All these weeks of denial… You need more, don’t you?” He kisses the words down my spine.

“Yes.” I’m so mindless that the answer falls from my lips before I can form what we both know would have been a lie.

“I’ll give you what you need.” His lips trail tender and soothing kisses over my ass. “Just say the words again for me, angel. Tell me you’re mine, and we’ll both have the pleasure of you falling apart on my tongue.”

“Yours…” I breathe. “Yours, Daddy.”

Falling to his knees behind me, Roman hits the floor with a thud. His hand firmly grips the sensitive skin of my red-marbled flesh, and he spreads my cheeks wide as he licks me from clit to ass. I gasp at the vulgarity of his tongue flicking around the hole of my ass.

“When I’m not trying to fill you with my sons, I’m going to fuck this tight little hole, too,” he promises, his tongue swirling around it. “Based on the sweet sounds spewing from you, you’re going to fucking love my cock in your ass.” He replaces his tongue with his thumb, rubbing over the clenched ring of muscle as his mouth lowers to the dripping entrance of my pussy. A moan vibrates from him, across my desire-covered flesh, as he licks through the seam of my pussy.

His tongue flicks and teases my clit as he rubs his thumb firmly between my ass, pressing just hard enough not to breach the hole. “Come for Daddy,” he groans against me before sucking my clit into his mouth. He lavishes it with warm, full swipes of his tongue between wet, suckling kisses, and I lose myself again. Reaching behind me, I thread my fingers into his hair.

Holding him where I want him, I ride his eager tongue. “Fuck!” I exclaim, my legs shaking as he sucks hard at my clit. It’s my undoing, and I fall apart for him again.

Chapter Eleven

Roman

Cora comes so fucking beautifully that it’s practically a work of art. Her ass is a masterpiece of red, marbled from the spoon. And her pussy… God, her pussy is glistening, swollen, weeping for me. It’s the most exquisite thing I’ve ever seen. Her body shatters above me again, cries of pleasure tearing from her throat. She clings to the dining room table for purchase, her legs shaking so violently they barely support her weight.