Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 74(@200wpm)___ 59(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 74(@200wpm)___ 59(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)
A rush of adrenaline and anticipation heats me and I scramble up to my knees on the mattress, grinning up at him. He towers over me, face shadowed since neither of us bothered to turn on the lights.
“You going to give me homework or something, Coach?” I tease, fully embracing the brattiness he chastises me for. I want to see how far I can push this, to test out this new dynamic. I want him to punish me the way he’s promising to.
Isaac laughs, the sound as dark as his voice. “Oh, you’ll get what you deserve,” he promises, crossing his arms over his chest and pinning me with a look. “Strip, brat.”
I blink at him, then realize he’s serious. I rush to obey, hurriedly stripping out of my clothes and letting them fall to his floor. His next command takes me by surprise.
“Bend over the edge of the bed, ass in the air, legs spread,” he orders, taking a step back to make room for me.
“What?” I ask, confused. “But you’ve still got clothes on.”
He grins, but it’s shadowy and feral. “I’m not going to fuck you yet.”
“What!” My outrage is clear, my jaw dropping open. “Then why am I naked and about to be bent over?”
Isaac raises a brow. “Because I’m going to turn that pretty ass of yours scarlet under my palm and make your pussy drip before I fill you,” he groans. “You haven’t earned this cock yet, little brat. You’ve got to show me how well you can take your lesson first.”
“Isaac—”
Before I can get the words out, he brings his palm down hard on my ass. I gasp at the sting, jaw hanging open in shock, but then the pain fades, leaving a tingling warmth in its place. A soft moan leaves my lips, and the muscles that went tense with shock relax. I lean my full weight on the bed, arching my back to offer my ass up for more.
“That all you got?” I ask, glancing over my shoulder.
“Such a sassy fucking mouth. Let’s see how many strikes it takes until your attitude improves.”
I don’t tell him that I doubt very much my attitude will ever improve, and that I know he loves it. Instead, I clench the bedsheets in my fists and inhale sharply when his hand comes down again. And again. And again.
Heat blooms over my ass, the skin tender and aching in the best way. I have no doubt that if I could see it, the flesh would be bright pink. My head feels all spinny and warm, like I’m drunk off desire alone.
“That’s it. God, your ass looks so fucking pretty with my handprint on it,” Isaac praises, making me shiver.
I try to find a snarky response for him, but I’m tongue-tied and needy as all hell. His hand trails down my ass, massages the marks he’s left, and slips between my thighs. He cups me roughly, and I feel myself drip onto his hand.
“My little brat likes being spanked, doesn’t she?” he asks, and I don’t even feel embarrassed about it.
“Yes,” I cry out, my hips moving, trying to grind against his touch. “But I’d like it even more if you fucked me.”
“You drive me fucking crazy, Iris,” he moans, and I hear the sound of his zipper lowering. I spin to face him, clambering onto the bed properly, keeping my legs spread for him.
“You love it,” I tease, wincing a little as I sit on my sore ass, leaning back to ease the pressure.
I drink in the sight of him as he strips quickly and joins me on the bed. He’s all muscle and sheer strength, like he’s been cut from stone.
“You’re right, little brat,” he says as he looms over me, leaning down so his lips brush mine, his cock pressing against where I need him most. “I really fucking do.”
He thrusts inside me in one swift movement, filling me completely. I forget how to breathe, my mind spinning and my entire body lighting up for him. I arch up, my hands bracing on his shoulders, gasping against his mouth. He kisses me with a groan, easing back out of me just to thrust in harder. I move my hips with him, matching his rhythm, taking everything he’ll give me.
“So wet for me, Iris,” Isaac moans, his voice gravelly and deep.
“You feel so good,” I answer mindlessly.
“Who’s pussy is this, Iris?” Isaac demands as I feel myself tighten around him. Pleasure coils tight low in my gut, bliss nearing.
“Yours,” I rasp, nails scratching at his shoulders as I lose myself in this entirely. “I’m all yours, Isaac.”
“Fuck, yes you are,” he groans, kissing me like he’s dying and I’m the only oxygen he needs. I kiss him back just the same, moaning and gasping and crying out as he fucks me hard and fast.