FULL NOVELXO Before the Storm: Chapter 37
Storm is barely hanging onto his control.
His arms are braced on either side of my head, his corded muscles tight with tension and the vein in his neck that usually pops out when he’s angry pulsates with each beat of his heart.
And as crazy as this sounds, I want him to snap.
I want him to take whatever he wants from my body.
I want him to punish me.
I want it all.
“I will,” I whisper.
His fingers slip from my cheek to grip my chin in a tight hold as his eyes move over my face. He’s looking for doubt, but he isn’t going to find any because I’ve never been as sure about anything as I am that I want this. I need it.
Before I met Storm I never would have thought this is something I would be asking for. I’ve read about it in books, but always thought I would be too timid to try it. I also never really thought I would date a man like that. Especially not when I had my family telling me no man would be interested in me because I was frumpy and boring.
But now the opportunity has presented itself, my core aches with the possibilities.
“On your hands and knees, baby girl,” he rumbles. He pushes himself to his feet, leaving my body cool despite still being fully clothed. Does he want me to strip first? Or… “Ayvah. When I tell you to do something, I expect it done immediately.”
My breath catches in my throat but I quickly move to follow his orders. I’m barely settled on my knees when Storm’s large hand presses into the center of my back and pushes me down until my hands press into the soft mattress. It took me a while to get used to sleeping on something so soft after the lumpy mattress I slept in my whole life, but now I don’t think I can ever go back.
Before I can spiral into the very real possibility that Storm is going to get tired of me and send me back where I came from, his hands slip into the waistband of my yoga pants and panties, and he tugs them over my ass until they’re bunched around my thighs, leaving my ass completely bare to him.
My cheeks flame with heat, but I don’t dare move. Storm commands me without ever saying a word, and for some reason, I don’t want to disobey him.
“This ass,” he groans, his huge palms massaging the soft globes. He has me at his mercy, my ass in the air, my pussy bare and weeping for him, and while my mind screams at me to try to get away from the man who could likely eat me alive, my body remains perfectly still. “You’re wet for me, baby girl.” His fingers brush across my swollen clit and I just about launch myself forward at the sensation. He’s touched me like this before, but there’s something infinitely more intimate about this moment than the release he gave me in the bath. His fingers withdraw from my pussy and a moment later his huge palm cracks across my ass, tearing a scream from my throat. It’s not that it hurt, which it did, it’s the surprise that makes me cry out as another three smacks land across my ass. “Stay still, Ayvah. I won’t remind you again,” he rumbles. He massages the tender spots he spanked just a few seconds ago. “Rule four. You are not to come without my permission. I don’t care if you feel like you’re about to explode, you hold it until I say you can come, or you will not be coming for a week.”
I shoot a look of horror over my shoulder. He can’t be serious. How exactly does one hold back an orgasm? Is that even a thing?
Storm raises an eyebrow, challenging me to argue, but I keep my mouth firmly shut. If orgasms are on the table, I’m going to be as compliant as I can manage, especially if they’re anything like the one he gave me in the bath. “Good choice,” he murmurs as his fingers dip between my cheeks and massage the puckered hole.
I jolt at the new sensation, but I don’t lurch forward like my body craves to do. I’ve never considered anal before, never thought I’d be in a position where it was on the table, but now that the opportunity may present itself, the idea doesn’t terrify me half as much as it should. I’m about to lose my virginity, I shouldn’t be thinking about throwing in some anal just for good measure.
“Good girl,” Storm praises. His thumb circles my ass and drags a ragged moan from my throat. Fuck, it feels so good. Is it meant to feel like this? “If I had more patience, I would prepare you to take my cock here, but I can barely think past my need to sink into your tight pussy, so your punishment is going to be quick.”
He doesn’t give me the time to breathe before his hand moves from my ass, and a moment later it’s coming down on my left cheek in a punishing crack. A strangled scream tears from my throat when another heavy palm lands on my ass, and I can barely catch my breath before three more come in rapidly. Holy hell, did I really ask for this?
“Are you going to call yourself fat again, Ayvah?” he growls, rubbing the heat into my tender flesh. I must be quite the sight. On my hands and knees, tights bunched around my thighs, red ass and wet pussy in the air. Jesus, I hope no one comes in right now.
“I didn’t—” I can’t even finish my sentence before four more smacks hit my ass, each more painful than the last.
“Try again,” he snaps. “Just because you didn’t say those words, doesn’t mean you didn’t insult yourself, and in turn, you insulted something that belongs to me.”
“No,” I murmur.
“No, what?”
“No, I won’t call myself fat anymore.”
“Or make any comments that relate to your weight?”
“I promise,” I whisper.
“And you’re going to do as you’re told, when you’re told?” Both his hands rub soothing circles into my ass cheeks, causing pain and pleasure to dance through my body. The heat of the abused flesh sends sparks through me and settles at my core. I’m not sure how he expects me to withhold my orgasm seeing as I think I’m going to spontaneously combust as soon as he touches my pussy.
“Yes.”
“You want to be a good girl for me, don’t you baby girl?”
“I do.” The admission has heat blooming in my cheeks. I’m equally embarrassed as I am turned on. How is that even possible?
“Say it,” he demands.
The words catch in my throat. I can’t say that…can I? But when his fingers brush over my sensitive pussy, they tumble from my lips of their own accord. “I want to be your good girl.”
“Fuck,” he groans. “I need to be inside you.”
“Please,” I moan. I know it’s going to hurt the first time, at least for a little while, but I’m so turned on I can barely think, I doubt I’ll even notice when he tears through my virginity.
“No, baby girl, not yet.” He pats my ass gently, setting the fire back to life. “I need to warm you up. I want you to strip for me, and then I want you to lie in the middle of the bed with your head on the pillows, okay?”