Chapter 10

Chapter Ten

Adam

Listen to Freaky Deaky

by Tyga and Doja Cat

W as it wrong that Landon’s obvious discomfort over my promise made me achingly hard? My dick practically pushed through the seam of my jeans in an effort to be freed and pleasured in all the ways I imagined. Her body literally shook under my grip as I left the cab and escorted her inside my apartment. The contradiction of nerves and arousal was absolutely perfect and everything I dreamed of in a woman.

How was Landon able to give me so much of herself, yet still retain that sassy spite I fucking adored? All I could think of what a waste she was on Max. Max, who had no originality in the bedroom or anywhere else. Max, the perfect specimen to look at and want, but he was one-note, too full of himself to break open and give his partner everything she craved.

Landon owned me. I’d drop to my knees and worship her any way she wanted or needed. But I also knew my princess didn’t really want what she said. No, she needed a man to challenge her on every level and break open those dark corners of her soul, to hammer hard enough and allow the light into the cracks.

She wouldn’t break because I’d be there to put every gorgeous, fragile, strong piece back together.

But right now, she needed my full attention. And her punishment.

“If you lay one hand on me, I’ll give you a black eye,” she said sweetly.

I tamped down the humor and delight at her mouthiness. I regarded her with a stony expression, folding my hands in front of my chest and savoring her reaction. No matter what she said, her body told me the truth. She swayed slightly, nibbling on that sweet lower lip, gaze narrowed in pure rebellion.

Her nipples were hard and pushed against her thin shirt. I could literally scent her musky arousal, and guaranteed her panties were wet.

Oh, this was going to be fun.

“I’d seriously think about the next thing you want to say to me.” My tone was mild but controlled. “If you want to save yourself some discomfort, strip out of your clothes and get on your knees in front of me.”

Her laugh was half hysterical. Her pupils dilated with lust. “In your dreams, music man.”

“No, it will be right here. It’s just a matter of do you want to do this the easy way, or the hard?”

Her gaze dropped to my straining erection. “I guess hard wins.”

Damn her. It was taking me everything not to laugh out loud. “Your choice.”

I strode across the room toward her. Her eyes popped open wide and she threw her hands out, backing away. “Wait! Wait—tell me first what you’re going to do.”

“Whatever I want,” I said softly.

Oh, yeah. She was trembling and needy but didn’t want to say it aloud. I saw it all, but I also needed to make sure the rules were still in play. I’d die before I really hurt or scared her.

“Landon,” I snapped out.

“What?”

“Do you understand what we’re doing here?”

I waited for the sign to see if I should back up a bit or keep pushing. Damned if she didn’t give me a smug smile. “I’m not an idiot. I know exactly what we’re doing.” My breath loosened as I snapped back into our play. “I’m also not going to meekly bow before you just because you said so.”

“Yeah, you will. If I tell you. Maybe it’s time I teach you that lesson so you don’t forget it.”

I moved quick, grabbing her around the waist and lifting her high. She gave a cute little squeak but I had to use her surprise for my own benefit. In seconds, I tipped her over so she lost her balance, then used the momentum to topple her onto the bed. She didn’t have time to struggle before I’d dragged her into my lap so her head was hanging low to the floor, and her stomach was balanced on my knees. Using my hands to secure her kicking legs, I pinned her in perfect position for a good old-fashioned spanking.

“You will not!” she screamed, but her voice came out hoarse from the hours of dancing and yelling in the club.

I grinned. “Oh, I will. And I’ll enjoy every moment. Now, this is the way it’s going to go. I’ll give you one hard swat for each time you disrespected me tonight.” I caressed her perky ass, which trembled underneath my touch. I wondered if she’d ever been spanked. If not, it was a tragedy I’d soon correct.

“You were the one all over that slut! I’m the one who should be punishing you—you, you, dickhead!”

I clucked under my tongue, then pushed up her skirt. She wore a red lacy thong and I knew she’d worn it for me. God, she was so damn perfect. I loved the outraged cries she let out as she fought me hard, but I easily held her easily. I double checked to make sure she wasn’t tipsy enough to get bed spins or nauseous. Her face was flushed, enraged, and healthy for now. “If you start to feel sick, tell me and I’ll stop. If you get really scared, tell me and I’ll stop.” She stilled completely, even her breath freezing in her lungs. “But if you’re pissed off, or a bit sore or have a need to whine, you are not allowed to tell me to stop. Do you understand me, Landon?”

I waited. Until I knew every single telltale sign of her face and body; until I knew her mind better than my own, I needed to have these check ins.

Silence. I waited. “Yes.”

“Good girl. Now you’ll be punished like the bad girl you were.” I noticed every time I said the word punish, a little tremble shook through her. I cupped my hand over her pussy and hissed out a curse. “You’re dripping for me.”

“It’s sweat, asshole. I’ve been dancing all night.”

“Oh, good, another swat for lying.”

“Fucker!”

“Keep going, my hand won’t get sore for a while.” She shrieked with outrage as I stripped those tiny panties off her and threw them on the floor. She was gloriously naked from the waist down. Her hair fell around her face in a rich blonde curtain, and her fingers tried to scrabble to get leverage from the floor but she was a few inches too short.

Exactly what I needed.

I rubbed her ass, enjoying the smooth, rich curves while she tried to wriggle back and forth to escape. “Would you like to count or shall I?”

“Asswipe!”

“Okay, I’ll count. One.” I brought my hand down firmly, testing her threshold. The sound of her breath hissing from her lips was total surprise, so I waited her out until she re-connected with what was happening to her body. “Two.” Another firm slap on the other cheek. The same hiss of breath. She clenched up in automatic defense, then slowly relaxed. “Three.” I hit dead center.

“Stop!”

I paused. Then slid my hand between her legs, my fingers delving into her hot, drenched, sweet pussy that clutched at me greedily, asking for more.

“You’re a liar, Landon. You’re body’s begging for more. Did you mean stop?”

“I—I?—”

“Sweetheart, let’s do it this way. Your safe word is red. You say red, I stop immediately. Do you agree?”

Stubborn silence. I teased her clit and she let out a little cry. “Yes! I agree.”

“I’m not going to listen to stop anymore. Do you understand?”

“I said yes, asshole!”

“That’ll tack on a few more. Let’s start over. One.”

She screamed my name as I spanked her but she never said red. With each hit, I built a bit more force, playing with her pain edge to see if she liked a super light level or a bit more. After a few hard smacks that left a satisfying red mark, I sunk three fingers into her tight pussy and her hips worked back and forth, begging me shamelessly for more.

“You like that, princess? You like the way I discipline your bad behavior?”

“No! Yes—oh, you asshole, oh, God!”

Her legs fell open, and I rubbed her greedy clit that throbbed for a firmer touch. She was right on the edge of orgasm and would do anything to get there. Unfortunately, for her, this was where the real punishment came.

After a few more swats, I teased her clit again until her fingers curled and she whined my name in that way I fucking adored. I knew she was about to shatter right there and come hard all over my hand.

I removed my fingers and smoothed my palm over her heated ass cheeks. Then gently pulled down her skirt.

“All done. You took your punishment so well.”

I lifted Landon up and shifted her so she sat fully on my lap. I smoothed back her tangled her and looked into her stunned blue eyes, blurred with a raw hunger that made me almost come in my pants. I’d never been wanted like this before.

I’d never been seen like this before. It wasn’t about the pleasure I gave her. I could tell the way she reached up to touch me, to sink her fingers into my hair and bring my mouth close to her. I could see not only the lust carved into her face, but something so much more…something fragile and real and deep.

Something like love.

“Adam?” Her lips trembled. “Why did you stop?”

I kissed her, my tongue thrusting into her mouth, gathering her sweet taste, wrapping myself up in her flavor and scent and the sting of her nails on my scalp. “I told you. Your punishment is over.”

She ground her pussy over my thighs. “I need to come. I’m going to die if I don’t.”

I counted to three in my head before I answered her. “Princess, that’s not going to happen tonight. Not unless you do what I asked you, remember? Strip and kneel at my feet.”

Her jaw unhinged.