“Manic…”
“Levi,” he said, his voice dipping lower. “Over my lap, ass up. Now, Addison.”
Was he going to…spank me? The first time, he’d slapped my ass while he’d fucked me from behind, and I’d come so hard I’d been a trembling, sobbing mess. He obviously hadn’t forgotten.
Did I want this? I’d never done anything like that in my life. I looked at him again, and Manic was watching me closely, waiting for me to decide. I trusted him. He wouldn’t hurt me. We only had the next few days, and I knew if I let him, he’d make them the hottest few days of my life. And just the idea of his hand coming down on my ass had my skin hot and my nipples tight.
So I crawled to him. His hand went to my lower back, warm and sure, encouraging me to lay across his muscled thighs.
“I’ve got you, Addie,” he said.
The rough need in his voice had me squeezing my thighs together, and there was no resisting. I didn’t want to. I lay over his lap, my arms bent under me, hands curled into fists, and I waited, anticipating what would happen next.
Seconds ticked by and I jumped when he cupped my ass and squeezed the ample flesh, wringing a gasp from me.
“Give me a word, baby. You had enough, say it and I’ll stop, okay?”
Nerves exploded in my belly. “Okay.”
“Give me the word, cupcake.”
I said the first thing that popped into my mind. “Sugar.”
“Perfect.”
I opened my mouth to say something. I wasn’t sure what, but his hand came down hard on my ass. I shrieked.
“Quiet,” he said gruffly. “You don’t want Ann coming up here, do you?”
I shook my head. “No, I…”
His hand came down again on the other cheek, and I yanked the pillow over and buried my face against it. Manic rubbed the cheek he’d slapped, then smacked me on the other side again. I cried out into the pillow. He kept at it, moving his hand from one cheek to the next, never the same spot twice.
I groaned as he spanked me again. God, I didn’t know what I was feeling. It didn’t really hurt. I couldn’t explain it, but it was too much. There was too much sensation swamping me and also not enough. My ass was hot and achy, my heart thundering in my chest, but I hadn’t used my safe word. He’d stop if I did, immediately. I didn’t want him to, though, not yet.
He paused and massaged my throbbing flesh. “You’re doing so good, baby. Spread your legs for me, show me how wet your pussy is.”
I did as he said, shaking hard now. When he talked like that, said things like that, I was helpless against him. I’d do anything he asked.
His hand slipped between my legs and he muttered a curse. “So fucking juicy, so desperate for my cock.”
“Y-yes.”
He spanked me again, and I cried out into the pillow. He kept at it until I was a sweating, trembling, crying mess, but still, I didn’t ask him to stop. For once, I wasn’t in my own head. I was floating on the edge of something big. My skin was tight, and hot, my pussy, swollen and dripping. I thought I might actually be able to come like this.
“That’s it, that’s my good girl,” he said. “You need to come, don’t you, cupcake?”
“Yes…p-please,” I said, voice broken, desperate.
He growled and flipped me over, then he was between my thighs, gripping my aching behind. He opened his mouth over my throbbing pussy and pressed his tongue deep. I cried out, my hand flying to the back of his head as I arched against him.
Manic moaned, and I was panting and writhing as those big muscled arms of his held me in place, forcing me wide, while his hands massaged my aching ass. I was helpless to do anything but take it.
Then he slid two thick fingers inside me and started thrusting deep and fast as he licked and sucked my clit. I turned my head, grabbed the pillow, held it against my face, and screamed into it. Knowing I had to be quiet only turned me on more. Jerking and shuddering, I came hard.
Manic stayed there, working me until I slumped against the mattress. He kissed my damp flesh, then finally slid up my body. I couldn’t move. I lay there, stunned, limp, and more sated than I had been in my life.
The pillow was pulled away, and then he was looking down at me. “You alive, cupcake?”