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

you do, my love. I know what you need,” he answered with a certain confidence. I shuddered hard, full of desire, anxiety, and overwhelming love.

His fingers squeezed my naked flesh one last time and that was my final warning before my spanking began.

His palm was harsh from the start. I could usually keep quiet, but not this time. He wanted to remind me that he was my alpha and he did exactly that. He spanked all over my backside, ensuring to punish every last inch, from the upper curves of my cheeks to the entirety of my thighs. I cried out and that only seemed to make his hand hurt even more.

Every time I went over his knee there was a certain part of me that was surprised by how much it hurt. It was almost silly, but the feeling of his hand always caught me off guard. Sometimes it could be gentle and other times like now were so much harder and that much more painful. This time, his hand meant to punish me, and it most certainly did.

In a flurry, he peppered my bare flesh with his palm. It felt like iron as he branded my flesh with the mark of his hand. Even though it hurt, I found myself lifting my bottom for him as if I was presenting myself for punishment. My thighs drifted apart and soon the scent of my slick surrounded us.

My inner omega was reveling in this punishment. I could feel the need to submit to my alpha burning through me so hot it felt almost rabid. My cries spoke of the pain the spanking caused at first, but then they started to change. Soon, my sounds were more of an aroused moan and after a particular hard volley of swats punished the backs of my legs, he paused and slipped his fingers in between them.

“Naughty sigma, you’re soaking wet for me,” he whispered.

He found my clit and circled it with the pad of his finger. I gasped as he gradually increased the pressure, stoking my arousal even more firmly with his touch. I sighed with pleasure, feeling the burn of his palm still spreading across my backside.

“Yes, Alpha,” I purred, not wanting his touch to end. Timidly, I pressed against his fingers, simply wanting him to know that I was more than willing to come for him if only he would allow it. I didn’t do it in a way to challenge his alpha, just to let him know that I wanted more.

He increased the pressure between my thighs. I cried out with fervent arousal.

Need buzzed just beneath my skin like a current of electricity. The more he touched me, the more I felt like I was closing in on an explosive orgasm that would make me shake and quiver with my bottom bright red as I lay over his knee.

He didn’t stop as I approached the edge.

“Please,” I begged. “Please let me come for you, Alpha.”

I tried to delay my release as long as I could.

“Did you ask permission to come for me last time, sigma?” he asked, and his finger didn’t slow down for even a moment.

“No, Alpha,” I breathed, trying to do everything to quell the orgasm that threatened to crash over me at any second. At once, he pulled his fingers away and I gasped in surprise. Knowing that my pleasure was his to give and to take made my arousal ebb and burn with even more scalding intensity, which only made the denial even more painful.

“Then as punishment, little sigma, you will be denied orgasm until I’m ready to allow it,” he said firmly, and I cried out at the painful edge of his chastisement. My inner walls fluttered expectantly and when his touch didn’t return, my core twisted hard.

Instead, my spanking began again, and it was that much more painful. Now I was even more sensitive, and each spank hurt more so than before. My cries turned more desperate and I started to struggle over his thigh. I twisted and turned my hips, trying to avoid each strike but he pinned me down against his thigh with a single hand around my waist.

The message was clear.

I wasn’t going anywhere until he was through with me.

The realization made my body burn even hotter. I wanted more. Needed more.

His palm cracked hard against the tops of my thighs and I whimpered, squeezing my eyes closed as the terrible sting raced across my skin and settled deep into my core.

Even though it was just his hand, it felt just as ruthless as his belt or even my own hairbrush. It made me cry out as much as anything else and as he punished my thighs, I knew that I was quickly approaching the point where he might make me cry.

My breath hitched and I whimpered quietly, trying to hold back my tears. Just when I thought I was going to lose control and sob over his knee, he pulled back and gently dragged his fingertips along my punished flesh.

“I want you to know how very proud I am to call you my own, sigma,” he said softly, and my heart swelled in my chest.

“Alpha,” I whispered, not knowing what to do or say at his tender admission.

“Even when the two of us were in danger, you handled yourself with grace and it only made me realize how lucky I am to keep you as mine,” he continued.

His fingers slipped back in between my thighs. He teased me with them until I was on the edge of orgasm once more before he pulled them away again.

I didn’t beg for his fingers to return. I knew now that he would allow me pleasure when he was ready and not a moment before.

He took me in his arms and stood up, before he gently laid me down on top of the large rock.

“I want to see this bright red beautiful bottom striped with the marks of the switch,” he murmured.

“Yes, Alpha,” I