Page 125 of I Know Your Secret
She nods, fire flickering in her eyes as if my attraction for her turns her on further.
Getting onto my knees, I give her space to crawl from beneath me. “You know where I want you.”
She swallows, reminding me how it feels to have it under my grasp. With a heated glance back as she crawls toward the open stock, she smirks.
“Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of you.”
“Said the spider to the fly,” she jokes.
Once she’s inside the stock on her knees, I close it over her wrists and head.
“How do you feel?” I run an appreciative hand over her ass before slapping it.
The clap resounds through the room.
“Helpless.”
“And?” I slap the other side of her ass, not wanting it to feel left out.
She moans. “Wet.”
A dark chuckle leaves me as I get off the bed and remove my clothes. The sight of her is something I take a moment to appreciate. “You’re a work of fucking art.”
She wiggles, and her generous ass follows suit.
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Greer
Koen’s hands on my ass are like nothing I’ve ever felt before. The stock is closed over me, and while I feel like I’m at his complete mercy, I don’t hate it.
The thought crashes through my mind that there are so many people who would hate to be in the position I am in with Koen.
Shit, there are probably those who’ve had run-ins with him who, if they saw me right now, would fear for my well-being.
“Fuck, Greer. You don’t know what I’d do to hide you away from the world.”
“Youhaveme hidden. I’m yours,” I breathe through the sting of another slap against my flesh.
It’s the first time I’ve said I’m his without being commanded to do so.
“I need to erase you from the world, poison. I need you to be the oxygen in my lungs. The blood in my fucking veins.” His words are hard fought, growled as he caresses his hand over the stinging of my ass from his punishment.
I’ve done nothing but exist.
He needs this, I remind myself.
“Erase me? Kill me?” I breathe, wiggling my ass.
In a way, I hope my movements coax him inside me, forcing him to forget the need to…
Another spanking has me catching my breath, curling an ache through my lower belly, and shoving all thoughts from my brain.
Koen bows over my body, his lips skimming my ear.
I barely have room to turn into him, but I manage a fraction. My throat burns against the strain; the wood of the stock is smooth, but it’s pressing into my skin like we’re at war.
“Haven’t you figured it out yet, Greer? I can’t kill you. Fuck, I can’t even imagine you being away from me for a moment. Those three days in lock-up were the worst of my life. I couldn’t watch you. I couldn’t run my nose along your throat and breathe you in.”
