Rough, Sara Fields [the top 100 crime novels of all time txt] 📗

Before he was through, the entirety of each breast was bright pink and then he started to focus on my nipples alone. The flats of his fingers cracked hard against each sensitive bud, over and over until the only thing I felt was aching pain that continued to sting long after each stroke. My chest rose and fell as I struggled to take it.

Panicked cries began to escape my lips and just when I thought I couldn’t make it through another hard spank, he paused.

“Tell me, omega. Are you afraid of me now?”

My breasts burned hot. My sensitive nipples felt scalded and I sniffed back the whimpers that would tell him just how much it had hurt. When my chest was no longer rising and falling with my effort to regain control of myself, I took a deep breath and stared back up at him.

“No,” I whispered hoarsely, and his responding chuckle was the most chilling thing I’d ever heard in my life.

“I was hoping you would say that, omega. I’m going to enjoy what happens next and I’m especially going to enjoy what happens after that. I can promise you one thing though. It’s going to be painful for you,” he threatened, and my legs trembled both with fear and rampantly building arousal.

I came to the mortifying conclusion that I was wet and not just a little bit. I was soaking wet, so much so that the scent of my slick was heady even to me.

His fingers dove between my thighs, discovering my shameful secret for himself.

“You’ve never been properly handled by an alpha before, have you, omega?” he gloated.

“I can take care of myself,” I snarled.

He grinned and it made my stomach dance with anxious butterflies. I tried to be brave, but I was beginning to question just how long I’d be able to hold onto that.

He removed his fingers and held them up in front of me, showcasing the glistening slick that coated them. Casually, he wiped them off on my cheek and I blushed deeply with mortification. The feeling of wetness drying on my skin captured my attention completely and I panted breathlessly as the heat of embarrassment spread across my face.

“My little gift of an omega, you have no idea what you’re in for tonight and I’m going to enjoy every last moment as you realize how very far out of your depth you are with me,” he said firmly, and my body reacted almost violently to his words.

I don’t know why, but I continued to push him.

“Do your worst,” I dared him, and he growled so loudly that my core twisted hard in direct response. I cried out and a rush of slick dripped down my thighs. He growled a second time and even more poured from my body. Nothing I could do would make it stop.

“You’re an omega, Ariana. It is your nature to bow to me. It’s what you’re made for. With a growl, I can force your wetness from your body. With a purr, I can stoke your desire until you can hardly stand it. But tonight, you’re going to learn just how much an alpha’s hand can teach an omega how much she isn’t in charge,” he whispered. His voice was harsh and as he pressed against me, I realized that his cock was incredibly hard too.

That realization nearly undid me.

His fingers curled around my wrists and he jerked me toward the bed. He sat down and before I could pull away or try to run, he pulled me over his thighs. Quickly, he situated me so that one knee pressed in between my thighs. The position forcibly spread my legs, exposing every inch of my naked body to his view.

Earlier I hadn’t really thought about the fact that I was bare before him. I’d been too caught up trying to fight him and keep my pride intact. Now, however, I was exceedingly aware of the fact that he could see everything.

He paused, dragging his fingers up and down my thighs. Was he looking at me? Did he like what he saw?

“The spanking you received at my crowning was a gentle one, omega. Tonight, your spanking is going to be much harder because you’ve earned it every last second of it,” he said darkly and every muscle in my body tensed with anxious fear.

“Don’t you dare,” I exclaimed. I tried to keep my voice strong, but there was a panicked edge that slipped out anyway. My punished breasts pressed against the bed, the residual sting from his fingers leaving them almost too sore to touch anything at all, but he didn’t give me a choice. His fingers squeezed my bottom gently at first and I couldn’t help but press back against him. He gripped my pale flesh even more tightly and when it finally ached enough to make me suck in a harsh breath, he released only to repeat it on the other side.

“It’s no longer up to you, omega,” he growled.

His palm smacked against my bare flesh hard. He didn’t begin slowly or gently, but hard and fast, just like he’d promised, using the entirety of his palm to punish my backside. His fingers were rigid, and it felt as though the sting went far deeper than I remembered, so deep that it settled right in my aching core.

In my willful challenge against him, I’d forgotten how much the spanking he’d given me had hurt the first time. In my volley to save my pride, I’d probably just made this that much worse and as his palm painted my backside with a brilliantly painful sting, I began to wholeheartedly regret my words. I pushed against the bed, but the fingers of one hand curled around my hip and pinned me against his thigh. I tried to do anything I could to twist off his lap, but his hold was too strong to