against my chest frantically, my nipples taut and aching, and my panties sodden with my own arousal as my sex pumped and pounded with the need for release. For a second, I had to fight the urge to reach down between my legs to rub glorious circles around my tingling clit. I knew that Ethan had no plans to touch me; he was still mad, I could feel it, and therefore my release wasn’t likely to come anytime soon. The thought made me whimper.
Blazing eyes glared down at me when I finally lifted my chin to assess his mood. His lips, though still glowing with arousal, were a tight, straight line of impassivity. Saying nothing, he took a steadying breath and shifted to right himself, tucking himself away and redoing his zipper. He was sated, I could tell from the way his eyes blinked lazily, but his unwavering silence warned me that the storm wasn’t yet over.
Taking my hand, he guided me to the seat just as the vehicle drew smoothly into the reserved parking area of our building. Ethan climbed out the second the engine switched of, motioning for me to slide along the seat after him. Gripping my hand tightly, he nodded briefly to Jackson and pulled me along to the elevator. We boarded, and as the door slid closed, he swiped his keycard over the sensor, ensuring no further stops, and therefore no interruptions before reaching the penthouse.
In a second, he turned on me, pushing me up against the smoky mirrored glass of the elevator. His hard body crushed up against me as his lips slammed violently into mine, his tongue pushing inside to invade my mouth. My hands fisted into his hair, gripping hard and pulling him to me, my body desperate for his touch and the satisfaction only he could bring. Seeming to sense my frenzied need, he pulled away and spun me around to face the mirror, forcing my hands against the glass, my feet apart as he grappled with my dress, yanking it up around my waist.
My breath came in short, sharp gasps, frosting a patch on the glass in front of me, and as I stared through the mist to find his reflection, my gaze discovered eyes filled with inexorable lust. I was vaguely aware of the elevator door opening into our apartment foyer, the sound of a zipper being pulled, and my pulse pounding in delectable congruence with my throbbing sex.
Gripping my hips, he pulled me back toward him and yanked my panties to the side, his finger dipping into the slick moisture beneath to skim over my clit. I cried out at the thrill of his touch, my muscles clenching as I pushed back impatiently against his hand, in search of more.
A sharp, stinging slap suddenly connected with my backside, and I cried out again, but this time in utter stunned astonishment. The striking sound reverberated around the small space as I stared at Ethan’s reflection in horror.
“Did… did you just… spank me?” My voice was small and hoarse.
He nodded slowly, cautiously, his eyes wide with equal amounts of uncertainty and shock at what he’d just done.
My ass cheek began to vibrate with a hot buzzing sensation, the tremor shifting to unfurl—alarmingly but deliciously—in the saturated depths of my sex. “Oh, shit… that was… so fucking hot.”
Ethan’s eyes grew wider, his jaw dropping open in absolute staggered amazement at my reaction. Rising up on my tiptoes, I arched my back, tilting my ass up in silent invitation, and pushing back in search of desperately needed contact.
His lip curled in lascivious delight, his gaze darkening as he guided his cock toward my entrance, at the same time delivering a second mind-boggling blow to my ass. He plunged inside me, the blend of beautiful, stinging pain and sudden overwhelming fullness sending me hurtling toward an earth-shattering climax. Withdrawing to the tip, he sunk back inside me, this time with commanding determination, his fingers gripping my hips as he repeated the action again and again, each replenishing thrust driving deeper and harder.
The third slap connected, and the
Blazing eyes glared down at me when I finally lifted my chin to assess his mood. His lips, though still glowing with arousal, were a tight, straight line of impassivity. Saying nothing, he took a steadying breath and shifted to right himself, tucking himself away and redoing his zipper. He was sated, I could tell from the way his eyes blinked lazily, but his unwavering silence warned me that the storm wasn’t yet over.
Taking my hand, he guided me to the seat just as the vehicle drew smoothly into the reserved parking area of our building. Ethan climbed out the second the engine switched of, motioning for me to slide along the seat after him. Gripping my hand tightly, he nodded briefly to Jackson and pulled me along to the elevator. We boarded, and as the door slid closed, he swiped his keycard over the sensor, ensuring no further stops, and therefore no interruptions before reaching the penthouse.
In a second, he turned on me, pushing me up against the smoky mirrored glass of the elevator. His hard body crushed up against me as his lips slammed violently into mine, his tongue pushing inside to invade my mouth. My hands fisted into his hair, gripping hard and pulling him to me, my body desperate for his touch and the satisfaction only he could bring. Seeming to sense my frenzied need, he pulled away and spun me around to face the mirror, forcing my hands against the glass, my feet apart as he grappled with my dress, yanking it up around my waist.
My breath came in short, sharp gasps, frosting a patch on the glass in front of me, and as I stared through the mist to find his reflection, my gaze discovered eyes filled with inexorable lust. I was vaguely aware of the elevator door opening into our apartment foyer, the sound of a zipper being pulled, and my pulse pounding in delectable congruence with my throbbing sex.
Gripping my hips, he pulled me back toward him and yanked my panties to the side, his finger dipping into the slick moisture beneath to skim over my clit. I cried out at the thrill of his touch, my muscles clenching as I pushed back impatiently against his hand, in search of more.
A sharp, stinging slap suddenly connected with my backside, and I cried out again, but this time in utter stunned astonishment. The striking sound reverberated around the small space as I stared at Ethan’s reflection in horror.
“Did… did you just… spank me?” My voice was small and hoarse.
He nodded slowly, cautiously, his eyes wide with equal amounts of uncertainty and shock at what he’d just done.
My ass cheek began to vibrate with a hot buzzing sensation, the tremor shifting to unfurl—alarmingly but deliciously—in the saturated depths of my sex. “Oh, shit… that was… so fucking hot.”
Ethan’s eyes grew wider, his jaw dropping open in absolute staggered amazement at my reaction. Rising up on my tiptoes, I arched my back, tilting my ass up in silent invitation, and pushing back in search of desperately needed contact.
His lip curled in lascivious delight, his gaze darkening as he guided his cock toward my entrance, at the same time delivering a second mind-boggling blow to my ass. He plunged inside me, the blend of beautiful, stinging pain and sudden overwhelming fullness sending me hurtling toward an earth-shattering climax. Withdrawing to the tip, he sunk back inside me, this time with commanding determination, his fingers gripping my hips as he repeated the action again and again, each replenishing thrust driving deeper and harder.
The third slap connected, and the
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