Deep Domination (Bought by the Billionaire #2) by Lili Valente Read Free Book Online

engorged sex plump and sensitive. He’d hit her with the flat of his hand, with enough strength to hurt, making it clear this wasn’t about mutual pleasure, but it didn’t matter. The pain summoned pleasure and together they banished the fear and anxiety that had been plaguing her for days.
    For the first time since they’d arrived on the island, she wasn’t living half in the terrifyingly uncertain future. She was completely in this moment, this spell-binding, mind-numbing moment, where she was getting fucked so hard her stinging ass rippled with every rough stroke of Jackson’s cock. She was soaking wet and her pelvis filled with blood, heat, and that heavy feeling that spread through her core just before release.
    But this build was so much more intense than anything she’d ever felt before. This was a sledgehammer swinging straight at her soul, ready to shatter everything that made her Hannah apart. This was more than submission, this was abandon, this was reckless and dangerous and afterward she might never be the same.
    As the orgasm crept closer, she began to shake, afraid of the wave of pleasure now that it was so close there would be no escape from it, but she was helpless to hold it at bay. The next time Jackson’s cock rammed home she screamed again, her legs buckling as ecstasy unlike anything she’d ever experienced rocketed through her, ricocheting through her body like a bullet fired in a steel room.
    She fell to the floor and he followed her, kneeling behind her, his urgent rhythm growing frantic as he pushed through her pulsing flesh, forcing her to accept him even as her pussy clenched down so hard it felt like she might squeeze him in half.
    This hurt, too. It hurt and it was perfect. It was wicked and it was wonderful. She didn’t know up from down, right from wrong, or anything for certain except that when Jackson grabbed a fistful of her hair and wrenched her head back as he came inside her with a roar, there was nothing to do but call his name as she came again.
    The second orgasm was fire licking across her flesh, singeing her nerve endings, leaving scars behind as her soul was forced from her skin and bones by the strength of her pleasure. She would never be the same. She would never be the same. Never.
    She knew it was true, even before she came back to herself enough to realize that she was muttering the words beneath her breath, while Jackson stroked a slow, easy hand down her sweat-soaked back.
    “Never,” she whispered, gulping hard as she tried to stop the flow of words and failed. “Never the same.”
    “Shh,” Jackson said gently, still stroking her feverish skin. “You’re safe. It’s all right.”
    She shivered. She wasn’t safe. She was far, far from safe. She’d just had an out-of-body experience triggered by a hard spanking and a harder fucking from a psychopath. But something in Jackson’s tone and that soft touch from his often cruel hand helped her calm down enough to regain control.
    “I’m sorry, sir,” she finally said, surprised to find tears rising in her eyes.
    “Why are you sorry?” He continued to pet her, helping her come back to her body, making her aware of the fact that his softening cock was still buried inside of her.
    “I let go of the bed,” she whispered.
    “You did,” he said. “You also came without permission.”
    “Oh.” Hannah risked a glance over her shoulder. “I forgot about that part.”
    “You’re a very bad girl,” he said, running his hand over the swollen flesh of her ass as he pulled out and guided the condom off of his cock. “Very bad.”
    Now that she could see her own skin, she was amazed that the spanking hadn’t hurt more. Her bottom was the bright, lobster red of a tourist’s sunburn. It was going to ache like hell tomorrow, and there might even be bruises under that enflamed skin, but right now, there was no pain.
    Right now she couldn’t feel anything but a floating, helplessly satisfied feeling unlike