Warm-up?
“H-holy shit.” I tried to imagine what else he could do to me—but my brain was in complete dazed and I came up blank.
He withdrew and his touch became soothing again, which I was pretty sure I didn’t want at all. “We can stop at any time. You’ve already given me more than—”
“No.” I flattened my forearms to the sofa and shoved my hips up. “Take it all. Take everything.”
For a moment, he was so still I thought he was going to say no or something. But then he shifted his grip from my neck, laying his palm flat across my shoulders in a way that felt both ominous and reassuring. And when he hit me this time, it hurt in such a real way that I heard myself say “Ow” in a ridiculously surprised tone of voice. It would have been funny but it was like his hand had knocked everything out
