Free TangledBound by Emily Ryan-Davis Page B

completely. Stripping her didn’t affect his access to her ass
but he wanted to take away her last defense. And later he wanted full access to
her pussy.
    Careful with the intensity of her response but not so
careful with her golden skin, he landed another half dozen blows on her left
cheek before the angry red palm prints satisfied him. He didn’t miss a beat in
shifting his attention to her other cheek. Melanie shrieked and dug her nails
into his ankle.
    Sam smiled slightly. “I take it back. I’m feeling pretty
good where I sit.”
    “I want you to stop,” she gasped. “Sir!”
    “Really?” He paused and plunged his hand between her legs.
Her pussy was so wet she soaked his fingers and her clit slid right out of his
pinching grasp. The fleeting contact was enough. Her back arched and she
moaned, most definitely not in pain. Sam teased her opening and gave her a
single shallow thrust before pulling back and slapping her ass again. “Tell me
the truth. Do you deserve more?”
    She didn’t immediately answer. Sam raked his fingernails
across her previously reddened cheek, sending a new wave of pain to her abused
nerve endings. Melanie whimpered but she didn’t ask him to stop. Instead, she
lifted her ass a little higher.
    “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” He accepted her unspoken
permission to continue and hit her again, relishing the way his palm smarted
with each new blow. If he felt it, she certainly did.
    Soon her shallow breaths deepened. She started squirming
again, but now she rocked her pussy against his thigh. Her little whimpers
signaled pleasure instead of pain. They also signaled the end of effectiveness.
He could continue to spank her, but pain was no longer a useful tool. Sam
slowed his pace and gradually backed off until his smacks were more like love
taps, each one ending with a stroke down the back of her leg. Melanie didn’t
move, even after several minutes passed without a slap, except to rub against
him.
    Closing his eyes, he crossed a line and slid his fingers
back into her slit. Dripping wet, she didn’t put up a single bit of resistance.
Her heat wrapped around him as he delved inside, three fingers sinking in deep.
Her tight pussy clutched at him, contracting hard and drawing him deeper.
    In the new silence of the room, her breathing took shape and
became words, a whispered chant of “Please, please, please”.
    Sam gritted his teeth against an overwhelming desire to turn
her over, spread her out on one of the beds and replace his hand with his cock.
Determined to hold at least that line, he angled his wrist to catch her clit
and blocked her plea from his mind. Her physical response—he couldn’t wall
himself off from that, no matter how hard he tried. Her heat scalded him, cream
sliding into his palm as he caught her clit and twisted, triggering the first
climax.
    “Please” became “oh God” and she arched hard. Sam caught her
before she tumbled off his lap. One arm locked around her ribs, he lifted her
against his chest and pushed in deeper, finger-fucking her through the second
orgasm. She hid her face in his throat. A sob racked her body right before the
third peak, which was short and fast. Sam buried his nose in her hair. Ignoring
her jerky shudders, he went after her G-spot with an aggressive determination
to make her beg. Beg him to stop before he lost his last shred of good sense.
    Melanie’s voice rose in a high wail and she twisted in his
hold, her mouth searching for his. Desperately trying to hold the last of his
self-control, Sam turned his face away from her seeking kiss. If he tasted her,
he would be finished, unable to stop anywhere short of complete satisfaction
deep inside her.
    She, damn her, persisted. Her teeth scored his bottom lip.
Shocked by the electric sensation of the small pain, Sam froze. Melanie took
advantage of the opening, her kiss hot and wet. She tasted like watermelon
liqueur and tequila. He wanted to drink her down.
    Instead, he tore away