Play Me Right by Tracy Wolff Read Free Book Online

smack.
    She gasps, shudders, and though it’s only for a second, it’s long enough to have me pulling free. And then I’m lifting her up, spinning her around so that she’s facing away from me. Then I drape her—ass up—over the nearest chair.
    “What are you—”
    I stop her with another firm slap to her ass. She gasps and squirms, and I watch her closely, trying to see how she feels about such a rough touch. The last thing I want is to drive her away again after I’ve just gotten her back.
    But the look on her face is inviting, her cheeks pink, her eyes totally blissed out as she wiggles against the back of the chair as if asking for more. In that moment, deep in subspace, lost in the pleasure she’s given me and the pleasure she’s begun to take from me, she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I never want this moment to end; I want to see her like this forever. She’s open—totally open—to me for once, and I never want to see her retreat back inside herself again.
    Pushing her skirt up, I slide my fingers under the side straps of her panties and then yank them down her legs so that she’s completely bare. And then I’m spreading her ass cheeks, pressing my thumb against her anus before sliding it deep inside her.
    “Sebastian!” She cries out my name, and now it’s her turn to tremble, her turn to beg for whatever I want to give her.
    The answer, of course, is everything. I want to give her everything, want to take everything. Want to be so deep inside of her that she can’t breathe without thinking my name.
    “Please,” she begs, and I can’t resist the spacy tone in her voice, any more than I can resist the fact that I’m the one who’s done this to her.
    Knowing how sensitive she is, I slide one hand beneath her, pinching first one nipple and then the other. She goes nuts, her body flailing on the chair as she tries to bring herself off. But that belongs to me and I tell her so, twisting my thumb deep inside of her.
    “Please, please, please.” It’s her new mantra, said in a broken, breathy voice that I can’t even begin to resist. Not when she’s sliding in and out of control. Not when I’m doing the same thing.
    With my thumb still inside her, I stretch my fingers down to her sex to test her readiness. She’s wet—drenched, really—and I take a moment to gather her slick, to spread it on my dick and—after pulling my thumb out—over her small, pink hole.
    And then I line myself up, slide my dick between the soft, sweet cheeks of her ass.
    She gasps, mewls, presses back against me
    I slap her ass one more time and she gasps in surprise, cries out. “Have you ever done this before?” I demand, using every ounce of strength I have to keep from thrusting inside her as she so obviously wants.
    Her only answer is a soft, keening cry.
    “Answer me, Aria. Has anyone ever done this to you before?”
    “No,” she cries out. “No, no, no.” She’s thrashing against the chair now, her body all but undulating with need.
    “Do you want—”
    “Yes! Fuck, yes. Sebastian, please. Do it. I need you. I need—”
    She’s all but sobbing now and it’s the last straw. The last dregs of my trepidation go out the window as I remember the state she was in the last time I made love to her. The way she looked. The way she sounded. It wasn’t much different from how she is now and there’s no way I’m going to go down that road again. No way I’m going to use her need—or her feelings for me—against her again.
    Clenching my teeth, praying that my self-control is still as good as I think it is, I slide inside her. Slowly, slowly, slowly. My whole body is tuned to hers, my every thought concentrated on not hurting her. On making this good for her.
    I’m buried about halfway inside her when she cries out, and I stop instantly. “You okay, love?” I ask softly.
    “Yes,” she whispers, but when she turns her head I can see the tears in her eyes, see the streaks they’ve left