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

“After that, you’re going to take my gift in your tight little bottom hole and then you’re going to come for me on my cock. You’re going to come so hard for me that it’s going to hurt,” he warned, and a shiver of desire raced through me.

My body was answering to his call. My omega wanted this. His alpha wanted this and that meant that I did too.

“Please switch my bare bottom, Alpha,” I pleaded. With trepidation, I looked back to see him smile with a deep sense of satisfaction. I lifted my hips just a little, letting him know just how much I desired to please him.

He took the switch in his fingers and swished it through the air, making me so nervous that my legs trembled beneath me. As if he could sense my fear, he placed his hand on my lower back and I breathed a sigh of relief.

That simple touch relaxed me. I drew in a deep breath.

The switch fell against my backside for the first time.

At first, I simply felt a harsh sting, but it had been manageable. As the welt rose though, the pain escalated until a pitiful keening sound escaped my lips.

A second line of fire followed.

Unlike the spanking, my switching didn’t happen with such swiftness. He took his time, enjoying the way my body stiffened with each bite of the switch, and then how I writhed for him as it inevitably intensified into scalding hot fire.

He started at the cusp of my bottom cheeks and made his way down until about mid-thigh. Each thrash was slow and steady enough to really remind me that right now, I was his omega, and he was my alpha.

I didn’t fight him even in the slightest. We both needed this. He needed to assert his dominance over me, and I needed it to hurt because it reminded me how much he cared.

His palm pressed against my lower back a bit more firmly and the switching began to escalate. There was less and less time between each thrashing bite until it felt like there wasn’t any at all.

I started to panic, the overwhelming sting quickly escalating until it consumed me. I cried out and still the switching continued just as harshly as ever.

“You are mine, sigma, and you will always answer to me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Alpha,” I whimpered.

“Who decides when you receive pleasure, sigma?” he continued firmly.

“You do, Alpha,” I answered quickly, keening from the terrible burn. Once again, I approached tears and just when I thought I was going to cry, the switch broke across my bottom. For a long moment, I feared he’d retrieve a new one, but when his fingers started to trace the welts that he’d left behind I allowed myself to breathe.

“You’re so very beautiful like this, my sweet sigma,” he purred. “Such a good girl.”

“Please, Alpha,” I begged.

“Please what?” he asked.

“Please let me come for you,” I pleaded.

“There’s one more thing that needs to happen before you take all of my cock inside you, my sweet mate. Show me the last place that needs to be punished before I give you the fucking you so richly deserve,” he replied.

With a soft cry, I allowed my hands to slide backwards against the blanket. I slid my fingertips along my hips and gasped when the heat of my punished flesh burned against them. My backside was probably as red as the setting sun. Even more tentatively, I touched the welts the switch had left behind. They were gently raised, like little mountain ranges along my skin. I took a very deep and shaky breath as I gripped my bottom cheeks, spreading myself open for him to see. I cried out a little at my own touch because it made the sting of the switch and his palm burn all the more.

There would be no hiding like this. With the sun high above us in the sky, he’d be able to see everything.

“Good girl,” he whispered.

I felt the coolness of the metal against my wet folds. He circled and dragged it through my arousal, coating it with my wetness. He pumped it inside my entrance once, then twice, before he dragged it backwards and settled it on top of my bottom hole.

He pushed the tip inside just a little bit and I couldn’t help myself as I tensed with nervousness. The surface was made slippery with my own slick and despite my reluctance, he pushed inside me with ease.

At first, it felt pleasurable, but then the girth of the toy became more than I could bear. Pain began to swirl at the base of my spine until it overwhelmed me. My bottom hole wasn’t prepared to be stretched so impossibly wide and I cried out, but that didn’t stop him.

At once, he pushed it so firmly that it slid all the way into me. My tight hole rebounded, and the pain was more than I could take all at once. It felt so deep and I was afraid there was no end in sight. My body panicked at the toy’s intrusion and all the tears that hadn’t fell before rushed forth.

I sobbed and his arms quickly gathered me. He pressed me against his chest as I suffered for him, so impossibly full and punished all at once.

“Good girl. Such a good girl,” he whispered, and I held onto him as I cried. The intensity of the pain finally started to lessen, and I found that I could breathe once more. I curled my arms around him, pressing my forehead against his shoulder and not caring that my tears were leaving a wet spot on his cotton shirt.

“Shhh, it’s alright, sweet sigma. Your punishment is all over. Now I’m going to reward you with my cock,” he continued. He didn’t rush me though. Instead, he let me cry.

I let go of the fear I’d felt when I’d been taken. I let go of the tension I’d taken upon myself when we were in