Tamed: A Kinky Adult Fairy Tale (Bedding the Bad Girl Book 2) by Callie Wild Read Free Book Online

pussy was clenching with excitement and the stinging skin on her bottom screaming for more?
    Her mind might not want him to spank her, but her body did. Her body wanted to be turned over his knee and punished, wanted him to redden her ass before he worked thick fingers into where she ached for him.
    “You don’t like it when I spank you?” He slapped her again, and her gasp became a groan. She wiggled shamelessly against him, trying to get closer to his cock, to buck against him until she found relief from the hunger he inspired.
    “Please, stop.” She hid her face against his shoulder, embarrassed by how much a part of her wanted this. She wanted him to hurt her, to use her, and then she wanted him to make her come until her soul floated outside her body.
    “Show me your face, Katarina.” He rubbed the spot where he had smacked her with his palm. She shuddered and arched into his touch.
    “I can’t,” she whispered, clinging to his shoulders, feeling strangely lost.
    “You can’t, or you won’t?”
    “I can’t… Not yet.”
    “Then let’s try something different.” He hugged her gently, as if he understood the emotions warring within her. He kissed her forehead, just once, but once was enough to take her breath away.
    She was still reeling from the sweetness of that kiss when he spun her around to face the tile, pressing her forward until she was once more pinned between his warmth and the cool wall. Her breasts tingled and stung, aching for more than the tile to caress them, her sex throbbed, and even her ass began to pulse as his erection pressed between her cheeks.
    “I only want to give you pleasure. But maybe that will be easier if you can’t see my face.” He kissed her neck as his warm hands slid from her belly to cup her breasts. “Let go, Katarina. Just let go.”
    He pumped liquid soap from the dispenser on the wall and smoothed it onto her aching breasts, the slickness of his hands on her nipples enough to make her cry out. She arched back against his erection, silently begging him to end the sweet torture of his hands teasing and plucking at her sensitized skin.
    “I know what you want.” His accent grew thicker as one hand trailed down the flat plane of her stomach to tease through her patch of auburn curls. She squeezed her eyes shut, silently praying for him to finger her clit, or to dip lower and shove inside her.
    “Is that one of your favorite sayings?” The words caught in her throat as his fingers explored her folds, touching her everywhere but where she yearned to be touched.
    “Only when it’s the truth.”
    Finally he dipped lower, thrusting in and out of her as he continued his erotic torment at her breasts. In seconds, she was writhing against the wall, struggling to arch her back enough to allow him to ram into her from behind. She wanted his cock in her, wanted it badly enough to beg for it.
    “Please, oh please.” She gasped for breath, dizzy with sensation.
    He kissed her throat, biting the place where neck became shoulder and pinched her nipples until they hurt, but the fingers between her legs only gentled. The more roughly he used every other part of her body, the more maddeningly tender his movements inside her became.
    Kat’s nerve endings were on fire and her sex pulsed like a live thing, frantic for more, driven to a state of desperation.
    “Anything you want. I’ll do anything, please, just please,” she sobbed.
    “Anything I want?” He smacked her ass again and an animal sound escaped from the back of her throat. “Answer me, Kat.”
    “Yes, anything. Anything.” A profound sense of peace swept over her as she said the words, as if she had freed her body from some unknown prison.
    “Good girl.” Serge whispered his approval as his hands smoothed over her bottom. He spread her and pressed the thick head of his cock to her opening. Kat moaned and tilted her hips, never having been so close to orgasm from such little contact.
    He penetrated her ever