Slingshot by K.L. Savage

My entire body is on fire. I need him to do whatever he wants to me. I can’t take it anymore, but at the same time, I want to listen.

At least, I want to try and listen. I’m being deafened by the rush of blood speeding by my eardrums.

The storm whirls the wind in a maleficent howl creating a high-pitched whistle to sing around us. A flash of bright white cracks outside the window, and I nearly jump out of my skin. My right cheek begins to sting deliciously, and that’s when it hits me that Noah spanked me at the same time the lightning struck.

He chuckles as he runs his fingers through my folds. “Already so wet.” He sinks his fingers inside me, stretching me so full that I’m clawing at the sleek stainless steel appliance for leverage. He grunts as his hand wails on me again and I throw my head back and shout, crying out to the angry heavens as they rumble.

“Count. Five lashes, each one harder than the last.”

I lean my cheek against the cool metal of the appliance, sighing when it helps calm my fevered skin. If only it could work on my ass right now…

Like I’d even want it to.

I love the burn. I hope it stays for days so when I sit, I feel the reminder of what happened here tonight.

Maybe I should be scared after what Brock and his friends almost did to me. I should be scared to be touched, but if anything, I feel more powerful. I’m choosing who to trust and who to give myself to because I know Noah would never hurt me.

Even if I asked him to, he wouldn’t.

The spanking doesn’t hurt. It isn’t to make me feel bad.

It’s to make me feel good about being bad… something he loves and something I love to do.

“One,” I cry out when his palm lands hard. If the rest of the slaps are like this, I don’t know how I’ll handle it.

Another one comes, which is in sync with another bolt of lightning. “Two.” My hands are above me, the belt digging into my wrist every time I try to get free. I skim my fingertips down the cooler, frustrated, and turned on. No one has ever made me feel like this.

And no one will.

“Three.” From pain, from pleasure, tears burn my eyes from my orgasm brewing painfully and my clit throbbing for friction.

“Look at this ass with my handprint on it. I wish you could see what I see.” He grunts when he lets his hand fly through the air again, whipping his claim on me.

“Four!” I sob, rocking my head back and forth. He said he wasn’t going to spank me and decided to do it anyway. I’m so happy. It feels so good. I never want him to stop, and at the same time, I don’t know if I can handle it anymore.

He teases and rubs the burning cheek while his fingers scissor inside me. I’m crying down my thighs, each side drenched with the need for him.

Noah pets me for so long, I become relaxed and almost in this…subspace. I can’t think. I’m high.

And then, another crack of lightning, only this time it’s from his hand. The loud slap reverberates off the walls, and I scream at the top of my lungs with how much it hurts. It stings. I can feel the welt forming, swelling, and aching for one more smack just like it.

“Five.” Tears break from my eyes and cascade onto the cooler.

He doesn’t give me time to relax again. He forces me to my knees and rams his cock between my lips, fucking my throat between each sob.

“Don’t swallow,” he warns.

I don’t think I have the strength to anyway. I’m so buzzed, so high, I let him use me how he wants. I hardly notice when I gag; I feel so numb.

“Fuck, fuck, Natalia!” he shouts as his warmth fills my mouth, a fountain bursting from his girth and I can barely contain it. He growls when he pulls from my mouth, dragging come over my bottom lip. He falls to his knees and licks the tears from my face before kissing my lips, tasting himself.

“Did you swallow?” he gasps which causes his chest to rise, and a drop of sweat races down the middle of his chest.

I shake my head, wondering how long I have to keep him in my mouth. I’m not complaining. I love it. He’s just the right amount of salty and sweet. It’s filthy what he’s having me do.

He lifts his palm and places it under my chin. “Spit,” he orders.

I’m confused, but I don’t question him. I spit a large handful of his come out into his hand. With his other, he pushes me flat on my back and rubs his come along my center to get me nice and wet, then strokes himself until he shines with his own come.

Oh.

My.

God.

“As if I’d ever let my come go to waste having it go down your throat. You and I both know where it belongs.” He settles between my legs, and the wide tip of his cock pushes inside me.

I hold my breath as he knocks against my barrier. I figured he would rip through it in one long stroke, but he doesn’t. He closes his eyes and just presses against it. It takes my breath away and almost hurts, but again, I find myself liking the pain.

“Can I please touch you?” I beg, wanting nothing more than to hold him close for my first time.

Without answering me, he reaches above my head and unties the belt from my wrists. The leather snaps as he throws it to the side and the buckle clings against the truck.

He takes my hands and places them on either side of his hips. While he enjoys the last few moments of my virginity, I skim my nails across his back.

His muscles flex and his shoulders tense as I run my fingers through the crease of his ass. I just want to explore him. He is artwork needing to be appreciated. Noah moans before latching his mouth onto mine. I can still taste him in my mouth, and he isn’t turned off by that at all. If anything, it fuels him.

I caress his sides and up to his abdomen, combing my fingers through his chest hair.

He flexes his hips once.

Twice.

And on the third time, he breaks through the one thing that has stopped me from being completely his. He cries out in pleasure while I squeeze my eyes shut in pain. It’s quick, like pulling off a band-aid.

“You doing okay, Good Girl,” he whispers, his puffs of breath ghosting over my lips.

“Yes, Noah.” I don’t say sir because I know we aren’t in that scene anymore.

This is different.

“You feel fucking incredible.” But he doesn’t move.

I relax and begin to feel the urge for him to thrust, to do something. “Noah, please,” I beg, flexing my inner muscles along his cock.

“I’m going to take my time with you,” he informs me, the storm raging outside as he pushes a piece of my hair out of my face. “Every second inside you in peace.” Noah’s arms slide under my head and he curls his body over mine.

My breasts are against his chest, pressed tightly.

Our stomach’s wave together, his abs flexing with every breath.

His breath shakes into my ear when he slides out of me and slowly, gently, fills me again. “Okay?” he kisses along my jaw.

“So okay,” I moan, digging my nails into his sides when he thrusts again. “Oh, god. You feel so good.”

He scoffs. “You have no fucking idea.”

One of his hands travels down to my breast, tweaking my nipple, pinching and pulling until it’s tender and raw. He smothers the bead with his tongue, soothing the elongated flesh with his mouth. Once he latches onto me, something unravels within him. A rumble leaves his chest as he tries to fit more of my tit into his mouth. He rams into me harder, too, his cock targeting my depths with every stroke.

With one arm behind me, he lifts me up and flips onto his back. I’m on top of him. Oh hell, I’m on top and feel so full. I don’t know what he wants me to do. He’s too big. I can’t take him.

But I want to.

“You belong up there, Good Girl. I love getting the view of you sitting on my cock, tits round and perky, nipples hard, your tight pussy gripping me, your ass against my thighs. I can’t wait to fill you up.”

As if that isn’t an incentive to try, I don’t know what is.

The warmth of his hands sears my hips as they hold onto me. I give a timid rock, sliding forward before pushing back. His lips part on a silent moan, so I have to be doing something right. I adjust to his size, and after another few motions of rocking against him, he hits the spot inside I’ve only heard about from my friends.

He lifts his legs, planting his feet on the ground and his thighs brush against my ass every time I move.

I whimper when my clit rubs against him and the wide cockhead brushes against that special spot on the inside. My nipples ache for more, and I pinch them between my fingers, but it isn’t enough. “Noah,” I whine for him, slamming myself onto his cock. I show him what I need by tugging on the pink peaks.

“You need me, Good Girl?” his voice darkens, a husky rasp controlling his throat with desire.

“Yes, Noah. Please.” I lean back, and the ends of my hair tease the tops of the cheeks Noah has properly welted.

He sits up, and his sapphire eyes are glowing as he trails them up my body before latching onto my gaze. Noah swirls his lips around one nipple, teasing me, before sucking hard and biting down without apology.

“Oh, god!” I nearly scream.

If it weren’t for the storm outside, the clubhouse would be able to hear my pleasure.

I rock against him quicker, grinding my hips down so I can get every inch. I need him. I need all of him. He moves to the other breast, abusing the nipple like he did the other one, and my orgasm inches closer. The pressure is there. The freefall feeling is so close I can nearly taste it.

I shove his chest and flatten him on his back again, using his pecs as leverage to move faster and harder. I’m running out of steam. My body is drenched in sweat, and my lungs are dying for a break, but I can’t stop.

Noah must know what I need. His fingers dig into my hips brutally, and he pushes me along his cock faster.

“Noah. Noah! Oh, I’m so close. You feel so good.” I can’t explain the sounds leaving me. They are breathy and whiney, high-pitched. I don’t even recognize myself.

His sack slaps against my ass, and the tendons in his neck strain from the unnatural pace. “You’re going to come for me, Good Girl. Come all over my cock. Get me soaked, baby. I want to feel you ripple around me. I want to feel what I do to you.”

I want to. I’m right there. Something is stopping me. I don’t know what it is. “I can’t. I can’t.” I shake my head and feel this need….to please him. I want to more than anything.

Something sparks in his eyes. A realization, maybe. “Come for me, Good Girl. Come for your, Sir.”

That’s all it takes.

The floodgates open. I break inside.

I come. Hard. Just like he wanted.

Unapologetically.

Ungracefully.

And it is undeniably, the best feeling I’ve ever felt.

“Fucking beautiful,” he says as I ride out my high.

I giggle and stretch my arms above my head, which was the wrong move because he reaches up and tables his hand in mine, clasping them together painfully and flipping me to my back. Noah pounds into me, the hard slaps of our skin matching the beat of rain outside.

“Noah,” I moan his name as he takes me higher.

He wraps his hand around my throat, a move I have a feeling he really wants to play with since I’ve caught him doing it a few times, and he squeezes.

But I want more.

“Say my name louder. I want the gods to hear,” he says, wrecking me as he jackhammers his cock in me.

“Noah!” I scream and the lightning and thunder clash as if they disagree with what we’re doing.

He tightens the grip around my throat. “Try it again.”

“Noah.” It’s a rasp on my tongue.

Choke me harder. Choke me like you hate me.

I want to say the words out loud, but I can’t. Not that I need to. Noah is perfect at knowing what I need. He must see it in my face.

“Perfect. Fucking perfect.” He slams into me over and over, tightening the grip around my neck until it’s hard to breathe.

Blood pools in my face. The pressure builds. My eyes burn. The edges of my vision are fuzzy.

“Fuck.” He gives a forceful thrust, sliding the mattress across the floor. “Fuck! Fuck!” he tosses his head back and shouts my name, “Natalia!”

My name. I did this to him. I made him feel this good.

He plants himself inside me, filling me to the brim with his come just like he did my mouth. He lets go of my throat, and as I gasp for air, I orgasm again. I milk his long shaft and bring him deeper inside me. I want him as far as he can go. I want him inside my womb.

I want everything.

He collapses on top of me, our heavy breaths mixing together. Our skin sticks from the sweat drying between us and I stare up at the ceiling, listening to the rain beat the steady, fast rhythm of my heart.

This is how life is supposed to be.

It isn’t meant to be lived in one house. It isn’t meant to be imprisoned.

Noah gives me freedom, and I’m addicted to it.

To him.

I just need to figure out how to bust out of the prison my Papa has put me in.

I wrap my arms around him and let the rain pattering against the truck and the thunder rolling above us be a lullaby to sing me to sleep.

Everything I need is in this taco truck.

A dream I want to chase with Noah because he is my dream.

And no money, no power, no violence can take that away from me.