SWNOVELS On the Sly: Chapter 20
Ellie
My head spun, desire drenched my core as I lay spread on the bed in my underwear, taking long shallow breaths, not knowing what to expect from the angry man that stood in front of me.
Mack had taken control over me, ceasing the explosive demands for answers and making me forget about why we came to the room in the first place. I had been so angry all the way to the hotel and now I was lost in my need to be dominated by him.
This sudden outburst of passion was my new addiction. I needed him now and I wanted him always. Another bolt of liquid heat shot through me when he climbed on top of me, pushing my wrists up. His touch was rough, and for a long while my heavy breaths interrupted the silence. I hissed when he squeezed my wrists so tight that it hurt. The pain was quickly replaced by heat, and his touch was almost too much to resist.
“Now you’re at my mercy, Angel,” he warned and pulled a pair of handcuffs out of his pocket. I widened my eyes, wondering why he carried handcuffs in his pocket, and why I was getting so turned on by this act, his power. The plan was to talk, to find out why he had been lying to me all this time. Now, I could barely keep up with the excitement, panting with anticipation as he unhooked my bra first, then he handcuffed me to the bed, his gaze on me heavy with desire, gleaming with control.
Mack lifted the corners of his lips, his smile dark and taunting. I had no idea what he was planning. When he checked that I couldn’t move, he got off the bed and started undressing. My mouth was dry as I watched him, feeling a deep ache between my legs. He left his pants on and climbed back on the bed. When his lips found mine again, I moaned into his mouth, and his fingertips lightly brushed the apex of my thighs. He didn’t let me enjoy him much, breaking up the kiss, moving on the side next to me, resting his head on his hand.
“Tell me, Angel, why do you make me so mad?” he asked and began tracing his finger over my stomach. God, I wanted to touch him so much, but the handcuffs restrained me and wriggling made them dig into my skin. I would just have to wait. I attempted to gather my thoughts, concentrating, fighting with my own desires.
“Don’t know. I wanted answers and you were so secretive,” I hissed, wanting to feel his stiff cock between my legs.
“Wrong answer,” he growled, twisting my body to the side and slapping my ass. It wasn’t a light slap, but hard and sharp. The sound echoed through the room. I felt it sizzle my skin as the secondary burn of the slap resounded in my muscles, the glorious heat making me more aroused. When I was on my back again, Mack pulled my knickers down. His mouth attacked my nipples first, licking and sucking each one to hard pointed studs. I moaned, arching my hips up, needing contact, and stretching my arms until my muscles felt numb.
“Oh please, I need—”
“Be quiet, this is your punishment. You put yourself at risk and now you won’t gain any pleasure from me,” he barked, cutting me off.
I cried out when I felt him moving down between my legs, down to my wet sex, massaging and flicking my clit. A hot burst of pleasure spread through me, and tension clenched my abdomen. I felt the buildup deep in my core, the warmth from my stinging ass, the delight in my aroused nipples, and the tingles on my clit. All these amazing sensations pushed my body ever closer to orgasm. He was making me crazy torturing and teasing me with his skilled fingers. I was so close, my body was straining, flushed with the need of release. Just when I thought I would climax, he stilled all motions of his hand and didn’t let me come.
“Arrggg, Mack, oh please … please, I need this,” I begged, jerking my hands, but I was only hurting myself. I heard his deep laugh, then felt his fingers on my stomach, tracing the line of my body. Within seconds he was rubbing my sex with his thumb again, over and over, until I thought that I would come, until I couldn’t take it anymore. Then he stopped again and I cursed with frustration. Sweat was dripping down my face, my nipples were hard, sensitive, and my whole body was on fire.
I lost count of how many times he kept teasing me and teasing me, bringing me right to the edge, but he always stopped just before I could come. When I called him a bastard, he turned around and slapped me, much harder than the last time. He really was punishing me.
“This is for putting yourself in danger, for not listening,” he said. He put two fingers inside me and I felt my muscles tightening, the fullness overwhelming. In that moment I hated him that he left me hanging. I couldn’t make my mouth work correctly, feeling the pressure in every cell, every vein. My head was throbbing when I felt that he wasn’t lying next to me anymore. He left me on the bed, wet and drenched with desire. I had no idea how much time had passed, seconds, minutes. My arousal kept pulsing, my breathing long and laboured.
I was mildly aware that Mack was in the bathroom. The doors were shut. After it felt like another hour passed, I heard the shower. My body ached for his, and when he finally came out, he was dripping wet, naked and perfect. I swallowed hard, wondering what he was going to do next, admiring the toned muscles on his chest. I drank all of him in, watching and praying that the punishment was over.
When he was on top of me again, I tried to relax, not daring to say anything in case I angered him.
“You’re mine, Angel. I need you to remember that when I’m fucking you hard,” he whispered, looking down at me. I nodded, waiting. Mack pushed my legs apart with his knee and then shoved his hard cock inside me.
I screamed and my body quivered as I took him in, fighting to hold on for a bit longer. He clearly wasn’t planning to be slow or gentle. He started fucking me hard, pulling my legs up, so he was penetrating me so deep it was almost painful as his cock touched the back of my cervix. Sweat broke over the nape of my neck and my eyes rolled to the back of my head as he pounded himself inside me.
“Fuck, you feel so good, this will be quick.”
I couldn’t feel my arms anymore. I cried out when my legs trembled from the sensations. My muscles contracted, clenching and welcoming the approaching orgasm. The air was thick and then I was coming hard, more intensely than ever before, when we both heard the loud bang. All of a sudden someone had barged through the door and Mack stilled, cursing loudly. He was on his feet, naked, standing in the middle of the room.
When I finally lifted my head, I thought that I was having a hallucination. Claire was standing in the room with a gun in her hands, staring at both of us with her eyes wide open.
It was deja vu all over again.