Chapter 11

Chapter Eleven

Landon

Listen to This is Heaven

by Nick Jonas

I stared at him, still half drugged by the arousal that pumped heavily through my blood, making me weak. My entire body hurt with a throbbing hunger that only Adam could fulfill.

What the hell had just happened?

The inner voice popped up to answer. You got your ass abused and you loved every second .

Yes, I’d read about all this stuff, but it was like being a voyeur, safe to be turned on from the sidelines, like a book or movie. Tonight, Adam had dragged me into reality and though it had been uncomfortable at first, I wasn’t about to lie to myself. With each smack on my ass, I hadn’t been wriggling to get away. I hadn’t hated being spanked and humiliated.

I’d lit up like a fucking Christmas tree.

Even now, with confusion swamping my mind, I loved his gentleness. His big, rough palm smoothed my hair back, caressed my cheek. His gaze held such intense care and pride, as if by taking his punishment so well, I’d made him happy. My head said it was screwed up, but my body contradicted the rationality, confirming I was turned on in a way I’d never experienced before. Plus, he’d asked me every step of the way, giving me plenty of time to back out or say the word red.

Still, my body raged with an empty ache I needed to fill. I’d die if I had to leave with such backed up sexual energy. And now he was calmly telling me after taking his spanking, I still wasn’t going to get off?

“I did what you said.”

He pressed a loving kiss to my lips. The combination of edgy pain and sweet tenderness made me spin out. God, why did I love the contradiction so much? My body begged for more. “No, you didn’t. I asked you to get on your knees and you refused.”

I treated him to a full pout. “You weren’t clear about what was going to happen.”

“Because you don’t need to know. You just need to do what I say.”

His tone was mild, but his gaze narrowed in command, getting me all melty. When he deepened his voice and bossed me around, I got so hot. “So, if I kneel, you’ll give me what I want?”

His grin came slow and a tiny bit nasty. “Maybe. We’ll see.”

I glared, but it was obvious he wasn’t budging. And I was done pretending the entire scene wasn’t a huge turn-on. I wanted more. “Fine.” I climbed off his lap, swaying slightly. He immediately reached out and held me steady, and then I began to sink to my knees.

His voice was a whiplash. “Get naked first.”

I realized I was still dressed, which freaked me out. He’d literally gotten me more aroused than full-on sex and he’d only re-arranged my clothing. I regarded him for a moment, but knew I had no other choice. Slowly, I removed each piece of clothing with a deliberate brattiness that clearly showed him I was still pissed off having to perform to get what I wanted.

Adam didn’t seem to mind. He was fully enjoying the show, his gaze feasting on my curves, sweeping over my naked body like he owned every crevice.

And he did.

Finally, I dropped to the floor. Tilted my head up. And pursed my lips, awaiting further instruction.

His straining erection was evidence he was in as much pain as me. It soothed the sting a bit. “You can be such a bad girl, Landon,” he crooned. His voice touched all my secret places. “Yet, you can be such a good, sweet little slut.”

I shivered at the insult that felt like a compliment. I kept still, and he seemed to love my obedience, his dark eyes lighting up with pleasure. He rose from the bed and walked around me, smoothing my shoulder, lifting my hair, tweaking my hard nipples, caressing my sore ass with gentle strokes that made goosebumps shiver across my skin. Slowly, I calmed, caught up in the moment and his focused attention on every breath and movement, as if I was the most important thing in the world to him.

I trembled with the force of my emotion, and he murmured my name, as if he knew my thoughts. “When I ask you to kneel for me, this is what I want. Clothes off. Knees a good six inches apart. I want to see what’s mine.”

Another shiver. “I’m not calling you, Sir.”

He laughed then, and I couldn’t help smiling at the deep, wonderful sound. “That’s a bit too much for me, too.”

“Good. And I’m not doing any of that crap where I can’t speak unless you allow me.”

“I wouldn’t even try. You’d chew up any gag I tried to put in your mouth.”

“Damn right.”

“But you will be using my name, Landon. Because for the next hour, I’m the only one who can give you what you need.” He gripped my hair and tugged my head back, exposing the vulnerable arch of my throat. I swallowed hard, as he bent over and dragged his teeth down my neck, bit my earlobe hard, then soothed with his tongue. “Right now, I’m your God, so when you call him, you’ll be calling for me.”

And then he kissed me; dirty and deep, an invasion so erotic my toes curled and my breath left my lungs. All I could do was hang on and give him everything he demanded, my tongue frantically battling his so I could drink as much of him as he did me.

“Go to the bed and kneel in the same position.”

My head spun as I immediately obeyed, desperate for what Adam withheld. He nodded, obviously pleased at my willingness to spread my legs for him and wait patiently for his approval. I wanted to cringe at my blatant arousal, but I was too far gone.

“My sweet, little slut. Let’s see how many times I can hear you pray.”

There was no room for shock or shame. There was only room for Adam.

He launched a full out sensual attack I couldn’t fight. His hands were everywhere, re-igniting all those achy parts until I was hanging on the edge of orgasm again. He shoved my legs further apart and played, dragging his fingers over my sensitive, throbbing labia, thumb pressing over my clit, brushing back and forth without giving me the necessary pressure. His teeth bit, his tongue licked, his fingers pinched. He kissed my mouth and whispered sweet words until I sobbed his name, not caring about pride or winning or anything except getting his dick deep inside me and taking away the raw hunger tearing me apart.

Finally, he pushed me down on all fours, so my palms hit the bed. He grasped my hips and yanked them high in the air, parting my thighs so wide I felt as if I was ready to do a full split. And without another word, he surged inside me, my swollen tissues squeezing him tight, the sheer pleasure of him filling up every inch of me, forcing a scream from my throat.

He stilled, making me wait for it. My muscles clenched in agony, praying he didn’t want to torture me for longer and pull out. His voice was a gritty, sexy rumble in my ear. “Now you can come, princess.”

He fucked me hard and fast and I exploded in seconds. The orgasm tore through me, making me seize and shake as I was pummeled by the raw waves. He didn’t let me come down or rest—just began pinching and rubbing my clit while he continued to fuck me in savage strokes, pushing me again into another orgasm, this one even more intense. I kept screaming, and he kept fucking me, and I didn’t know when one climax melded into another, or when I finally collapsed, my entire body shaking in convulsions.

He kissed and hugged me. Cleaned my sweat-dampened body with a damp washcloth and tucked me into bed. His arms wrapped around me tight. He told me I was perfect; that I was a treasure; that I was his beautiful Queen; that I had knelt to him but he had truly knelt to me, and everything I was.

My eyes burned with emotion as he wrapped me up in such tender care, the rawness he’d exposed inside was now healed.

Adam had ruined me and I’d loved every moment.