Nash: A Rough Romance by Piper Stone (book series for 12 year olds txt) 📕

two smacking me directly across the tops of my thighs. That’s when I lost it, screaming as loudly as my lungs would allow, the cuss words erupting from the very depths of my being.

“Fuck. Fuck! Goddamn it. You’re such a bastard. An asshole.”

When he said and did nothing for a full ten seconds, I almost spouted off the words ‘uh-oh.’ I was such an idiot.

Exhaling, he took the time to caress me all over again, starting with the small of my back before sliding his fingers down to my bruised bottom. “You’re always going to be a handful. Aren’t you?”

“I’m just a girl looking for safety.” I’d made the statement through clenched teeth, as if what I said actually mattered. My bottom was on fire, pulsing sensations from the ginger spinning out of control.

When he pressed his hand against my back, his fingers unmoving, I could tell his action meant something entirely different. “I will protect you. No matter what it takes. You might not be able to trust me on all levels, but you can in that regard. I do have some honor left inside of me.”

Some? From what I’d seen, he was truly an honorable man, one full of integrity. The thought struck me, filling my heart with warmth.

Until the spanking began in earnest.

I lost count as he smacked me several times. All I knew was that it hurt like hell, my entire body shaking from the anguish. My legs kicked out involuntarily at least a few times.

“You need to remain in position, or I’ll be forced to start again.”

“No. Oh, hell, no.”

This time he chuckled from my exclamation, wasting no time before he resumed the harsh spanking. I had no idea how it happened or exactly when, but during the next round, the scent of my aching pussy wafted into my nostrils. I was actually turned on by the hard discipline? Really? I was in total disbelief, no longer able to think clearly but there was no doubt juice had trickled onto both my thighs, the fragrance becoming stronger.

I heard a husky growl from behind me and my mouth began to water as visions of his naked body slipped into the darkened crevices of my mind. I wanted nothing more than to suck his cock, tasting his sweet cum. I longed to have him fuck me like some crazy wild animal, taking me to new heights of ecstasy.

“Five more,” he half whispered, sending another thrill into every cell.

When he gave me the remaining strikes, I remained lost in my lustful thoughts, the desire rippling out of control. By the time he was finished, I was panting, the most vivid colors of the rainbow dancing in front of my eyes.

I licked my dry lips, still clinging to the back of the couch, my legs wide open. The anticipation was delicious, my mind reeling from the possibilities of what would happen. When he walked away, the hard thudding of his boots sending another round of jitters into my system, I did everything I could to control my patience.

Or lack thereof.

“I’m going to fuck you,” he said in such a deep voice. “Stay right where you are.” He tugged on the ginger, pulling it out far too slowly. When the damn root had been removed, I took a series of deep breaths, a single tear slipping past my lashes.

Yes. Yes…

“But you’ll need to be a very good girl.” He walked into the kitchen, hopefully tossing the horrible thing, returning a few seconds later and inching past me.

Good? Who the hell was he kidding?

A full minute passed and I heard nothing.

Then two.

What the hell was he doing?

I dared to dart a glance over my shoulder, biting back a cry as I gazed at his gorgeous figure standing in front of the fire, his drink firmly planted in his hand. If he was trying to torment me, he was doing a damn good job. Even from the distance, I could see the extreme sparkle in his eyes as the electricity continued to erupt within him. He was watching me so intently, taking his damn sweet time to nurse his drink.

I was ready to shout out just how hungry I was, to beg him to provide some kind of relief. But I remained silent, turning my head and trying to be that good girl he talked about. When another beseechingly slow minute passed, I almost jumped off the couch. Then I heard what sounded like the brutal man undressing, the thought creating another round of intoxicating excitement.

Then it went silent again.

One minute.

Two.

Finally, I could stand it no more.

“What are you doing?” My tone was likely far too aggressive, pushing him.

“Tsk. Tsk. I can see there are many things I need to teach you.” While his words were frank, he suddenly eased behind me, the couch shifting from the additional weight. “It might take a significant amount of time, but you will learn. One way or the other.”

For some crazy reason, his words added substantial stimulation, my nipples aching to the point of absolute pain.

He was gentle in his actions, rubbing the tips of his fingers up and down my arms. I tingled all over, gasping when he nuzzled against my neck, nibbling my bottom lip. However, his whisper was even more enticing, promises of things to come.

“I’m going to enjoy taking you in every hole, filling you with my seed.”

Why were the words so electrifying?

He pressed his cock against my bruised ass, rubbing back and forth, the friction forcing a series of raspy whimpers. I knew he was teasing me relentlessly in order to teach me a lesson. It took everything I had not to scream at him.

After blowing a swath of hot air against my skin, he slid his hands in front of me, cupping and squeezing my breasts.

“Mmm…” I leaned my head on his shoulder, closing my eyes. He continued to grind against me, the heat on my bottom increasing. When he pinched my hardened buds between his thumbs and forefingers,