Transgressions by Carolyn Faulkner (the reading list txt) 📕

Ally, who was still processing what he was saying, started suddenly, having come to the conclusion that he was depressingly right! Her last relationship had ended right about the time they'd had their little confrontation and he had threatened to spank her!

He'd gotten into her head, even that far back, when she'd thought she'd had her defenses in place against that kind of thing, certainly from him, since she'd had so much experience at it.

"Are you all right?" he asked solicitously, having felt her spasm.

"Yes," she answered in an abnormally quiet voice.

"Good," he said with a little too much glee for Ally's comfort, sliding that possessive hand of his down to the junction of her thighs and up, deep into her perpetually wet and welcoming pussy.

One finger, slowly and steadily, then another, forced her to open for him as he fucked her slowly, listening to her pant and enjoying every one of her soft cries. When he withdrew, she actually moaned, until the tips of those fingers found her clit.

Ally's breath hissed in between clenched teeth as he began to swirl those digits insistently around her clit.

"Come for me, Ally," he growled.

An unexpected bark of protest at that command earned her a sound spanking, delivered at the same time as his fingers were frigging her. Suddenly, she was fighting him, really fighting for all she was worth, but he subdued her with ridiculous ease and she ended up in the exact same position she'd started in.

"Am I hurting you?" he asked, once she'd settled down, just to make sure he wasn't missing something. He would always do his best to read her, but there was always the possibility that he would miss a cue or a clue from her, especially considering how lost in his own lust he was with her.

Ally shook her head.

"Ah, so you're testing me." It wasn't a question, but he provided an answer anyway, since she'd begun to struggle again.

She was surprised to find herself, seconds later, perched on her sore bum in front of him, between his legs with each of hers draped over his and facing away from him, leaving her very exposed and forced to lean back against him for balance.

"Hands on my legs, and if you know what's good for you, you won't move them until I say you may."

She tried to suppress the hiss of her quick intake of breath at what he'd said, but she failed miserably at it. She did as she was told but not without groans and moans of protest that sounded hollow in the face of her first bald, raw reaction.

His own hands were quite busy, roaming over her like he owned her, exploring everywhere—into her hair and her ticklish underarms and down over her waist to her hips, then back up to cup her breasts, hefting them gently. He was so tall that she felt completely surrounded by him, and there was no place on her body that he couldn't reach with those long arms of his.

His mouth wasn't lazy in the least, either, trailing tiny kisses down the very sensitive sides of her neck, licking her there, nibbling on her earlobe.

"I love the way you come for me, Allegra."

She shivered—he could feel it shake the entire length of her—but then she shifted, but had nowhere to go and made absolutely no progress in getting away from him no matter what she tried. She was here—and expected to submit to him—until he released her.

Her nipples were pinched fiercely and tugged as far away from her body as they could be while she mewled and tried to pant through the pain—but it didn't work.

"Stay still," he chided, finally letting her nipples go, but not until he'd pinched them to the very ends of each tip.

Ally nodded, trying to quiet a body that wanted to move, to rub, to writhe with his every touch. The combination of pleasure and pain he was bringing it made her antsy and quite likely to find herself punished for not being able to contain it.

"Yes, Sir," he prompted. He wasn't a strict adherent to any particular form of address from her, but he wanted to show her just how easily she could be made to do as she was told, and that he wouldn't hesitate to do whatever was necessary to get her to obey him.

Stiffness—automatic, unconscious rebellion—snapped through her, until he did something to her that no one else ever had—he snapped just the tips of his fingers down on her exposed clit.

Her howl—if they had been at his place—would have set off the coyotes that lived in the woods surrounding his house.

He allowed her a short moment to collect herself and respond correctly, but he wasn't going to prompt her again, and he didn't before he brought those fingers down again, this time even more sharply, and with better, more lethal accuracy.

Tears burst from her eyes and she had never been so desperate to stop something from happening again in her life.

"Y-yes, S-sir," she whispered.

His hand remained where it was, although he didn't swat her again.

Without his having to ask, she repeated what she'd said, louder and more steadily, "Yes, Sir."

"Very good, Allegra."

The same fingers that had swatted her so cruelly a few seconds ago, instead, set about drawing her cringing button back out, while his other hand traveled from nipple to nipple, sometimes pinching pleasantly and sometimes hurting them cruelly.

"Fold your arms behind your back, Allegra."

This time, she scrambled to obey him, then nearly wept at how the position forced her to arch, presenting her breasts even more profanely than they already had been.

"Eventually, I'm going to attach clamps to these pretty buds, and you're going to wear them all the time that we're together," he promised, marking her with his teeth where her neck joined her shoulder.

"We were interrupted by someone who was being very naughty, weren't we? What were you doing for me before, hmm? What did I tell