Chapter 191: A Small Taste of Punishment
KATE
He pressed the tip slowly, trying to slide into me, and I moaned with a mixture of pain and pleasure.
"Please..."
"You asked for it," he retorted.
There had been rare times when I let him take me from behind. I usually allowed only small vibrators or even his fingers, but he was too big. I knew it wasn't a good idea, but I was so turned on.
He pushed harder, making me moan louder.
"Wait..."
"Shhhh," he whispered. "I'm not stopping this time," he said, going deeper, stealing the air from my lungs.
"Oh, my God..."
"Relax." He bit my shoulder before pulling out of me almost completely, and then thrusting back in. I clung to the bedsheet, feeling pleasure wash over my mind.
And even though he was restraining himself, avoiding sinking completely into me, it was already enough to drive me insane. His slow thrusts were becoming more intense.
"This is just a small taste of your punishment," he growled in my ear, pushing harder. I moaned loudly before burying my face in the sheets, trying to prevent the entire hotel from hearing me scream.
*Oh, my God... A small sample?* That was the only thing I could think as he moved his hips against my ass, each movement driving me to ecstasy.
"Shhh... I'm almost there," he whispered as I moaned and whimpered with my face pressed into the mattress. "Do you like this, baby? Do you like being fucked from behind, like a good girl?" He asked through gritted teeth, every word sending shivers down my spine.
With a growl, he leaned over and reached for my arms. Putting them behind my back, he held my wrists together using one of his hands. "You have no idea what you do to me," he snarled, increasing the speed and using his free hand to hold my neck from behind.
"Oh, God!" I moaned as he went deeper and faster.
"Fuck..."
"Nathan!" I screamed.
"Yes, scream for me, baby."
My insides began to pulsate, causing me to arch my back and roll my eyes. Every thrust smacked against my ass. I couldn't take it any longer.
Releasing my arms and my neck, he leaned over me again. Placing his hands on either side of my head, he penetrated me deeper, repeatedly giving me more than I could handle.
I was already out of my mind when his movements slowed down. He growled and moaned gutturally as he gave his last, slow, brutal thrusts, and then he finally came, spilling hotly over my ass as I breathed hard.
"Damn..." I heard him curse before letting his body fall beside me on the bed.
I kept my eyes closed until I finally managed to calm my breathing. When I opened them, he was staring at me.
"I love you," he said with a slight smile.
I smiled back.
"Wow! It doesn't seem like just a minute ago, you were saying all those dirty things." I teased.
"I know you love to hear me say them." He stroked my face. "Don't move; I'll get a towel," he said before getting up.
"I think I'm going to need a wheelchair too," I said, and although I couldn't see his face, I knew he was smiling.
When he returned with the towel, he used it to clean me, taking the opportunity to caress my butt. But before he could make me lose my mind again, I turned and pressed my foot against his chest.
"Don't you ever get tired?" I asked, leaning on my elbows.
"I was just cleaning you," he retorted with a mischievous smile as his eyes roamed my body. And I could bet that in less than five minutes, he would be hard again.
"I think we need a shower."
He nodded, got out of bed, and then grabbed my ankles and pulled me toward him, making me laugh. "As you wish, Mrs. Ryan," he said before putting my legs around his hips and lifting me.
I kissed him as he carried me to the bathroom, running my fingers through his hair.
"You should stop if you're not considering staying awake all night," he said before putting me down.
"It was just a kiss," I said, turning to reach for the soap as he closed the shower door.
And when I turned to him again, he held my wrist and guided my hand to his cock.
"This is what 'just a kiss' does." He whispered as I felt his cock getting as hard as a rock again in my hand.
"You should relax then," I said, letting go of him and taking his hand. "Because I'm planning on having a good night's sleep."
After turning on the shower, I turned around, offering my back to him. Running his hands around my waist, he moved up, sliding down my body. Closing my eyes, I savored the sensation as his hands washed every part of my body.
And when it was my turn to do the same for him, I enjoyed every second, sliding my fingers over his huge body and relishing the feeling of his warm, firm skin and defined muscles.
After the shower, we dried off and returned to bed. I was already feeling sleepy, with my head resting on his chest, when I remembered what he had said earlier.
"What did you mean by 'a taste of punishment'?" I asked, drowsy.
"Do you trust me?"
"I married you. Isn't that obvious?" I teased.
"Great, I'll give you a day to recover before you receive your punishment, Mrs. Ryan."
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