It only takes a few moments before her nails dig into my skin and I feel her tightening around my fingers. I hear her panting, but I’m too focused on riding the wave of her orgasm with her to look up. When I finally do, I almost lose it. She’s leaning back against the frosted window, eyes closed, back arched as she comes in my mouth. Her nipples are rock hard, and I take one in my hand, pinching down as she continues to come.

“Fuck, fuck oh god, Knox,” she pants with a hushed desperation.

I pull my fingers out of her, giving her one last kiss down south before pulling her back into the water as I settle against the back of the tub. She’s on my lap, and before I can do anything, she straddles me.

Positioning herself so that her entrance is hovering over my erection, she smiles down at me with lust-filled eyes. “If that’s the way you’re going to punish me, I think I’m going to have to start being a very bad girl,” she drawls as she sucks her bottom lip into her mouth between her teeth.

Holy fuck, my girl is hot. I’m starting to think of other punishments she might enjoy when she sinks down on me and I immediately lose my train of thought. I usually want full control when it comes to sex, but when Charlie takes charge, I have no problem handing over the reins.

She throws her head back as she begins to move up and down on my cock, slowly at first before she picks up momentum. I’m lifting my hips so my dick slams up into her when she sinks down, our movements in perfect rhythm. Water is once again flowing out of the tub as I continue to slam into her while her hips circle and grind against my groin, both of us desperate for release. I’m so fucking close, but I’m not ready for this to end. The thought of bending her over the counter while I take her from behind is the only reason I’m able to still my movements.

She protests when I lift her off me. It’s not until I step out of the tub and guide her out, leading her to the counter, that she realizes what I intend to do. Looking up at me with hungry eyes, she begins to lower herself to the ground, but I stop her, knowing I’m at risk of coming the moment her tongue touches me.

“Another time, sweetheart,” I say, causing her to glare at me.

“I hate when you say that,” she reminds me, and I smile, thinking of the last time I said those words to her. Damn, that night I never would’ve thought I’d be here months later, Charlie ready and willing to drop to her knees to pleasure me.

I brush my lips over hers before I grab her waist. “I know, baby. But right now, I’d rather be inside your tight pussy instead of your mouth. That is, after I spank that hot little ass.”

A tremor passes through her at my words, and she looks up at me, a hungry gleam in her eyes. “Then why are you still talking? I’m pretty sure you still owe me part of my punishment, Rugged,” she says, and holy fuck, if she doesn’t stop talking, I’m not going to last two seconds when I get inside her. I was caught off guard earlier when she mentioned spanking, but if my girl’s down for it, who am I to disappoint her?


Charlie


KNOX IS looking down at me as if I’ve just told him I’ve cured cancer and gotten him the world’s greatest Christmas gift. Truthfully, I’m surprised at this newfound boldness, but when I’m with him, I feel like some wanton vixen, ready to let him have his way with me—however he damn well pleases.

The moment he mentioned spanking, I was half hoping he was joking, but the sweet torment from the tub has my body so on fire that I think I’m ready to try new things with him. The thing is, I trust Knox—completely—and I know that no matter what he’ll never hurt me.

Admittedly, I’ve always been a little curious about that kind of stuff, and it’s only increased tenfold since the likes of Christian Grey and James Cavendish hit my Kindle. Drew was never interested when I tried to get him to explore new things. Don’t get me wrong—I definitely have my hard limits. But spanking has been intriguing to me. I’ve been turned on several times when in the ring with Knox, and I have a feeling that his palm coming down on my bare ass will only intensify the way I feel when he’s inside me.

“Ah, I believe you’re right. And since you reminded me when you didn’t have to, you’ll have to be rewarded afterwards,” he tells me as he nibbles on my earlobe, biting down hard as he finishes his sentence.

His hands rest on my shoulders and he gently turns me around. One hand goes down my front where he cups my breast while the other one slides down my back, resting on the small of it. Pushing me forward, he then uses his foot to spread my legs apart as I rest my hands on the counter. For once, I’m glad I’m tall for a girl because once he has me in position, he easily aligns our bodies and takes no time sliding into me. He lifts me on my toes as he drives in deep, thrusting in, out, causing me to wiggle my ass back against him, wanting, needing more.

Slowing his thrusts, he’s barely moving now. He slowly pulls out, until just the tip of him is still inside me.

“Look at me,” he commands in a soft, gruff tone. When I twist to look at him, he shakes his head and points at the mirror over the counter. “No, there.” Placing my hands back on the counter, I do as he says, and the sight before me takes my breath away.

My breasts are pressed against the cool marble countertop, and my hair, initially pinned up, has become undone, tendrils framing my face, which is flushed from the steam of the room—or more likely, from Knox’s endless pleasuring. I look thoroughly fucked, sated, satisfied, but it’s not until I look at Knox behind me that I realize something else. I look happy. And I am. Undeniably, heart-completely-full happy. And it’s because of him, in and out of the bedroom.

My eyes meet his penetrating gaze and I’m unnerved when I see him looking at me with a heated tenderness I’ve never seen. His eyes are dark and filled with desire, and the look alone causes me to shudder in anticipation. A finger traces my spine until he comes to the top of my ass, where he flattens his palm.

“Baby, are you sure?” he asks, eyes not leaving mine.

Slowly, I nod, because it’s true. I want this. I want to feel Knox’s hand bringing me pain at the same time the rest of him is giving me pleasure. He lets out a sigh of relief, and his hand slowly travels down to my left ass cheek as he caresses it. He pulls back, his hand hovering over me. Closing my eyes, I hold my breath, waiting for him to strike. The very moment his hand hits my ass, he slams into me, giving me the ultimate mixture of pain and pleasure. A sharp, stinging pain is coupled with the tingling sensations of his hard cock deep inside me, and pleasure wins out. His hand is quick to move back to my ass, rubbing the spot where his palm hit.

“Sweetheart, open your eyes,” he says, his voice soft. I comply and catch his eyes in the mirror. “You’re so fucking beautiful, but seeing you like this? It’s the most breathtaking sight I’ve ever seen. Tell me that was okay.”

“Do it again,” I say, letting him know it was more than fine.

Eyes wide, he nearly pulls out again, and this time I watch with fascination as he draws his hand back then brings it down to smack my ass as he buries himself in me simultaneously. The way my ass ripples under his touch fascinates me until he’s bending over, pressed against my back, thrusting wildly into me. He buries his face in my neck, and I can’t stop watching in the mirror as he fucks me relentlessly. It isn’t until he brings his fingers to my clit that I finally tear my gaze away. Closing my eyes, I push back against him, and it’s not long before we’re both crying out, finding release. Slumping on the counter, he pumps one last time, filling me fully.

Kissing my shoulder, he bites down gently before moving up to place a kiss on my cheek. He pulls out, and I watch as he cleans himself up. When he comes back to me, I haven’t moved as I’m completely spent from our lovemaking. He bends down and places a soft kiss on the spot on my ass that he smacked. Removing his lips, he rubs it gently, and although there’s still a slight stinging feeling, I’d do it all over again. And I plan to.

He gets a damp cloth and wipes between my legs before picking me up and carrying me into the bedroom. Depositing me on the bed, he climbs in and pulls the sheets over us. We’re on our sides, facing each other. As he brushes a loose hair out of my face, his eyes meet mine and I see something in them—something that looks a lot like awe. Like he cherishes me. Almost—not quite, but almost—like love. But it’s way too soon for that. I push the thought away, even though I know that if I really examined my feelings, I’d know I’m already heading down that path. It’s not going to be long before I’m completely head over heels.

“It’s never been like that for me,” he confesses, and without saying it, I know exactly what he means.

“It’s hasn’t for me either, Knox,” I admit, because it’s the truth. What we just experienced was so much more than fucking. It was a bond of trust, respect, and again, not saying the word love, but something that closely resembled it.

“I don’t know what I’m doing here, but I’m trying. All I can tell you is I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. I can’t get enough of you. I hate when you’re not around. I’m stifled when you’re gone. Like you’re the air I need to breathe, the air I’ve needed my entire life, because until you, I wasn’t whole. I shut everyone out, but you worked your way in, little by little, and now that I have you in my life, I feel like a new man.”

His words penetrate my heart, and I can feel myself barreling down that previously mentioned path.