The flush on her face matches mine, though I put on enough makeup that hopefully it doesn’t show.
We’re both panting as I lift myself from her lips and slowly climb down between her body.
I smack her leg and point at her. “You didn’t have permission to hold on to me,” I scold.
Her eyes go wide, but she looks anything but apologetic. I try not to grin.
“You know what you get when you don’t follow directions?”
She swallows hard, and I notice her eyes trying to see what else is on the nightstand. I give her a half grin and walk over to my selection, picking up a heart-shaped crop.
When I turn back to her, her gaze is locked on it.
“Spread your legs.”
She listens, but her legs are shaky, and I can tell any little touch to her clit is going to send her into a raging climax.
Her skin is perfect, unlike mine. I’m covered in cuts and bruises from being thrown all over the arena. Her skin is silky and smooth, not a blemish in sight.
“I want to leave a mark on you,” I tell her. “Is that alright?”
I watch as her eyes scan my body, noticing all of mine and then nodding as our gazes meet.
Leaning in between her legs, I take in her scent. I’ll never get tired of it.
I begin kissing and sucking on the inside of her thigh, leaving small nibbles in the same area until finally I bite down. She doesn’t make a sound, which is a bit disappointing, but I know for sure there will be a bruise there. I kiss around the area and rub it with my fingers before teasing closer to her center. Her head presses back into the pillow.
“Good job, Baby Girl,” I praise. “Not even a peep while I placed my mark.”
She grins at me, appreciating the praise, but remains quiet.
Taking the crop that I’ve had in my hands, I tap the wand in my other hand, allowing her eyes to follow the movements.
I want to torture her and make her ride the edge of a climax so long that it hurts. I want to press her face between my legs again, just to show her I can come as many times as I want while she whimpers beneath me.
But today is only the beginning and there's plenty of time to dominate her mind and body.
Right now, I’m ready for her to scream my name. And I know just how sensitive her little ball of nerves is. She’s been teetering on the edge of a climax for a while.
Taking the crop, I use medium speed as I swat her clit, watching her moan and curl into herself, and I get my wish as my name rings out from her lips while my collar stays firm around her neck.
Chapter Seventeen
Violet
The cold hits different in Milan. It’s not the dramatic, movie kind of cold with swirling snow or glittering breath. It’s a sharp chill that sneaks under your scarves and gloves to remind you that February does not care how cute your outfit is.
I tug my beanie lower, keeping my covered hands buried in my coat pockets as we spill into the streets like a very loud, very athletic migration of birds.
Skye made it clear she had to spend some time with the team since hockey is the reason she’s here. And I totally agree with that statement. It’s important that they do things together to experience this as a team.
And then she invited me.
I could have said no and spent time working on the song Ollie has been asking me for, but instead, I touched the collar around my neck and smiled as I told her I’d come.
I did, however, fall asleep last night thinking of lyrics to a whole new song inspired by pain and pleasure.
Imagine that.
