Free Dark Domination (Bought By the Billionaire Book 1) by Lili Valente

more intense pleasure as his fingers returned to her clit and what felt like his thumb plunged into her pussy.
    “Yes, sir,” he corrected as he worked her harder, building the need swelling inside her. “Or I’ll slap you again. Do you understand, Hannah?”
    Hannah bit her lip, fighting the desire washing through her like a hot, sticky flood, a wild thing that didn’t care if this man was crazy or dangerous. That part of her didn’t give a shit that this was degrading, it just wanted him to slap her again.
    “Or do you want more punishment?” he asked, proving she was hopelessly easy to read, even with a blindfold covering half her face. “You want more of this?”
    He slapped her again, twice in rapid succession and she cried out, but it wasn’t a cry of pain. There was no mistaking the lust in the sound. She sounded like she was about to come and it suddenly wasn’t that much of a stretch to imagine herself at his feet begging him to fuck her.
    If he teased her like this for too long, she would be so desperate for relief she had no idea what she would do.
    “You like me to hurt you a little don’t you?” he asked, his breath coming faster, making her think he was turned on, too. As messed up as he was, he seemed to get off on her pleasure, not her fear, which she could only hope meant he didn’t intend to rape her.
    It wouldn’t be rape. If he pushed his cock inside you right now, you wouldn’t fight. You’d beg him not to stop.
    The thought made tears rise in her eyes and her face feel lava hot.
    What the hell was wrong with her? How could she be falling so easily under this man’s twisted spell?
    “Answer me, when I speak to you,” he demanded, swatting her two, three, four times between the legs, until her clit burned and the delicate skin around her pussy grew hot from the repeated contact.
    “Yes, sir,” she panted, squirming her hips though she wasn’t sure if she was trying to get closer or farther away. The sensations he aroused in her were dizzying, making her feel outside herself and more in touch with her own desire all at the same time. “Yes, I like it when you slap me.”
    “What about when I slap you here?”
    Hannah cried out again as his big hand slapped first her right breast and then her left, rippling her flesh and making her nipples pull so tight they ached.
    Ached for more. Ached for that heady sting and then his mouth hot on her puckered skin, taking the pain away.
    “Yes, sir. Please, sir,” she said, her hunger peaking as his fingers set a faster pace between her legs, fucking her hard, but not hard enough.
    Shamelessly, she spread her legs wider, silently begging for what she wanted, but she should have known her tormentor wouldn’t be satisfied with silence.
    “Please, what?” he asked. “You want to come?”
    “Yes, please. Please, sir!”
    “You’ve already come twice in the plane,” he said, his voice husky with the same desire that was driving her crazy. “I think it’s my turn, first, don’t you?”
    “Yes,” she said, reaching for him. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
    “I want you to put your hands back on your nipples,” he said. “Then I want you to beg me to come on your tits.”
    She moved her hands, but when she opened her mouth the words wouldn’t come. She’d never said the word “tits” before in her entire life and she’d never been overly verbal in bed. Sighs, moans, and the occasional, “yes, there, more please,” were the extent of her dirty talk.
    She was still trying to get her mouth to form the uncomfortable phrase when her tormentor suddenly pulled his hand away from her pussy, leaving her feeling bereft and abandoned.
    And so damned unsatisfied, she couldn’t stifle the groan of protest that escaped her lips.
    “If you want to come, you need to beg,” he said, his voice underscored by the faint sound of flesh sliding against flesh, making her think he was touching himself somewhere nearby.
    The thought was