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“W…what?” I gasp.
“I told you not to pull that shit again, and here you are, pushing me. You obviously want to be punished.”
Heat floods between my thighs, and I stagger, unable to support my weight. He catches me around my waist, providing support, but he’s standing with a blank expression, wanting my answer. My brain is screaming that hell no I don’t want to be punished, but my body’s lit up with the idea. There’s something in the way he asked it, like he would be doing it for me and not to me, that has my heart skipping in my chest. I started this game, and now it’s up to me to decide to follow through.
I trail my nails up the firm lines of his chest, struggling to take controlled breaths in preparation for what I’m about to do. “I…” My fingers clench in his shirt as I fight against the tremble in my voice.
Stormy gray eyes meet mine. “You don’t need to be afraid of me. I’ll never do anything that you don’t want. I will never hurt you, Misty. Let me make you feel good.”
“Okay.” The air rushes from my lungs, and there’s a dampness pooling between my thighs.
A low purr forms in his chest. “That’s a good girl.” His fingers dig themself into my hair and tilt my chin up. “Now, kneel.”
A shiver rolls through me in anticipation of what comes next. I lower myself to the floor, the smooth linoleum cool on the bare skin of my knees. The outline of Damon’s hard cock is directly in front of me, and I internally celebrate when it jerks with my attention.
“Take it out,” Damon says in a low command.
I pull at the belt, the smooth leather cool on my overheated skin. The small silver prong refuses to let go, and I have to lean closer to gain better leverage. My neck grows warm with embarrassment when it’s clear I’m struggling with the simple task.
Damon strokes his thumb below my hairline, and I look up at him. I let out a long exhale. He’s not judging me or disappointed; he’s staring down at me with pure lust written into his black gaze. I’m still watching him when the belt finally slips free, and I make quick work of getting him out.
His cock is heavy in my hand, and when I try to wrap my fingers around it, the tips barely graze around his width. My mouth waters as I take in the swollen tip, precum dripping from the slit. I can’t help myself from running my tongue over it, filling my mouth with his salty taste before taking the head between my lips.
He groans low in his throat but doesn’t guide me. Instead, he lets me play with him how I want. A power rocks through me as he staggers when I swirl my tongue around him, taking him deeper with each pass. His hips jerk forward, causing me to moan around him.
“Fuck…” He pulls his length out of my mouth, his large hand tightening around the base. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
I whimper at the loss and dig my fingers into his thighs. I want this…more desperately than I should be willing to admit. He runs the tip of his cock along my bottom lip, painting it.
“Open your mouth.”
I swiftly follow his command.
“Stick out your tongue.” I don’t have time to question this position because he slides over my tongue. My lips immediately close around him, and I groan when he pulls out.
“I said open,” he commands in a low, raspy voice that has me trembling.
I open wider, giving him full access, and he doesn’t hesitate to thrust deep into my mouth. I gag when he hits my throat, tears pooling in my eyes. He doesn’t stop, stroking in and out, using me like a toy. My jaw starts to ache from keeping my mouth open, but he doesn’t stop his punishing, delicious movements. His cock grows larger, causing my teeth to scrape across his soft skin, and he buries his hand in my hair, pushing me further down his length. The tip bruises my throat as my mouth waters in anticipation. I’ve never taken anyone this far, and with each thrust, he demands more.
He doesn’t pull out when I gag again. If anything, he pushes in deeper. “That’s it, wife. You look so perfect, mouth filled with my cock.” He bends and strokes a finger along my jaw and down the side of my throat. “Swallow it.”
My gaze snaps to his, unsure I can do what he asks.
“You can. Relax.” He runs his thumb over my neck in a calming motion, and I try to swallow. “That’s it. Just like that.” A thrill goes through me, and I swallow again, moaning as his cock breaches the barrier and I take him deeper.
“Fuck,” His movements grow jerky. My head is dizzy from the lack of oxygen, but all I want is more. I want him deeper. I want to see him break control until he’s wild. I grip his hips and yank him forward. That’s all the encouragement he needs, his cock slipping out and slamming back with each thrust.
He groans and fills my mouth with his cum, bracing himself as he slips out of my mouth. “So fucking perfect.”
His eyes track my tongue as I lick his taste off my lips.
“Is that my punishment?”
A slow, sinister smile curls his lips, and he rubs the corner of my smudged eyeliner. “Not even close.”
He steps back, leaving me on my sore knees, and walks the short distance to the couch. “Come here, lay your stomach over my knee, and take your punishment like the good girl I know you are.”
A thrill mixed with fear tumbles through me. His dark eyes dare me to go through with it. To push myself past my boundaries.
