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She took another shuddery breath. “Sounds good to me.”
“I won’t be gentle.” He pulled her against him with his other hand, pressing his thick cock against her belly. “It’s time for you to know who I truly am.”
He expected her to balk or ask questions. She didn’t. She glanced up at him with her trusting blue eyes and nodded, as if he’d said the most reasonable thing in the world.
She said, “What do you want me to do?”
“Do?” For an instant, he was totally knocked off-stride.
“Yes, do. To start the rough stuff.”
Shaking his head, he threaded his fingers through her hair, pulling harder than normal. “Are you hearing me? I’m going to spank and bite and tongue-fuck you for so long that you’ll beg me to stop. I’ll redden your ass with my hand. Then I’ll use your belt to leave a permanent mark. I’ll slide three fingers inside you, maybe four. When you’re so overloaded you can’t breathe, I’ll slide my fingers in your ass and make you take me that way.” He licked the side of her throat and registered her tremors. “Still want to do this, baby?”
She stepped back, and his stomach dropped. This was it. Now he’d done it. He’d driven her away. Better that way, even if it hurt like hell.
Though her fingers fumbled on the buttons of her flannel parka, she kept her gaze steady on his.
“What’re you doing?” he whispered.
“Getting undressed.” She tossed her thick mass of hair and shrugged her shirt off her shoulders, baring her plain white cotton bra. The lack of over-the-top lingerie moved him, because she’d known they were meeting that night. Some men might see it as her getting too comfortable too soon. He saw it as she trusted him to find her sexy no matter what.
God, she was.
She flicked open her bra with casual efficiency, then moved on to shed her jeans, panties, and thick woolly socks. Naked, she moved to the bed, gathering up the clothes she’d laid there, calm as could be. If not for the way her hand trembled as she pulled on the blouse and tied it over her midriff, he never would’ve guessed she was the slightest bit nervous.
“Darlin’,” he rasped, so close to the edge he could barely speak. “You don’t have to do this.”
“I want to know…”
He heard the unspoken words.
To know who he was.
To know who they were together.
If only she knew what she was asking for. Very well. Soon, she would.
She picked up the lacy stockings and rolled them on, following them with the short skirt. She stopped short of adding the shoes and sat on the edge of the bed to withdraw something from under the pillow. He gaped at the shiny red ruler she dragged down the vee of her breasts, nearly exposed by the cleavage-revealing top. “I have a confession,” she whispered. “I did something I shouldn’t.”
He raked his hands through his hair and turned away to grasp the remaining tatters of his control. “Dammit, Jill.”
“There’s this boy, and he makes me crazy. He’s gorgeous, but that’s not why I want him so much. He sees me. On the surface, I’m one thing, but underneath, there’s more. And he’s the only one who gets that. It feels right to be naked with him. To let him do things to me. Dirty things. I have desires, too, things he can’t imagine. I don’t know how to tell him.”
“Like what?” The question came from deep inside him.
“I want him to spank me. To make it hurt, because I know he’ll take the pain away.”
Jesus. He nearly shuddered. He laid a hand on his cock in a futile attempt to keep it from rearing against his zipper. “What did you do that you shouldn’t have?”
“I deliberately tried to get him to make a move. I knew he was unsure of me, that maybe I wouldn’t want what he did. But I do. I see the truth in his eyes, and the darker, the dirtier his thoughts are, the more I want to be part of them. Him. So I didn’t wear panties to school today in hopes he’d know how wet I am. I hoped he’d…”
“What?”
“I hoped he’d smell it on me when he stood beside me in class. I kept rubbing my legs together, trying to get him to notice me. It feels like I’ve been doing that with him my whole life.” Her voice turned fierce. “If he thinks I’m going to give up when I’m finally so close, he’s wrong.”
The truth laced in with the story she was concocting made his throat constrict. But he couldn’t allow anything to sway him from driving home his point. She thought she wanted him the way he was. She didn’t know he longed for more than a few tame slaps and some mild roleplaying. Asking for pain wasn’t the same as feeling it in reality.
But she would learn.
