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I stand now, tower over her, my cock still aching for her.
“Manipulation, Skye, is skillfully controlling someone or something.”
“I can’t argue with your definition,” she says. “And only one of us is a master of control here.”
I laugh. Really laugh. “If I were the master of control you seem to think I am, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”
“But you are, Braden. Why do you think I didn’t find a charger?”
“I know exactly why,” I say, grabbing her hair and forcing her head back. “Don’t attempt to manipulate me again, Skye. You won’t like the result.”
And then I crush my lips to hers.
Chapter Sixteen
She keeps her lips glued together.
Skye, Skye, Skye… Still trying to manipulate me.
I don’t probe. I simply slide my lips over hers, and I don’t attempt to coax them open.
She’s denying herself this kiss that we both know she wants. Just like she denied herself an orgasm this morning.
She may think I’m playing a game with her, but she’s dead wrong. I don’t play games. She’s the one challenging me, trying to get me to follow her rules.
She’ll be trying a long time.
God, she’s a fucking challenge.
And I’ve never been able to resist a challenge.
My lips are still pressed to hers, and I give her short, sweet pecks. I trail tiny kisses across her jawline into her ear. I nip at the lobe.
“Stop it,” I whisper harshly. “Stop denying yourself.”
Her resistance is waning. I can tell by her stance, by her soft moans, by her—
“Fuck it,” she says. She cups both my stubbled cheeks and leads my lips back to hers.
This time she opens, and she takes the lead. She slides her lips over mine, swirls her tongue around mine.
I allow her to take charge for a moment. I lean into the kiss, savor the velvety smoothness of her tongue, her sweet flavor laced with Wild Turkey. Until—
I break the kiss with a loud pop of suction and burn my gaze into hers. “I ought to smack your ass until it’s cherry red.”
She gasps.
“Make no mistake, Skye,” I continue, my voice a husky timbre. “Pull a stunt like this again, and I’ll leave your ass raw. You’ll be wishing I only denied you an orgasm.”
She nearly loses her footing, but I steady her. Good. She likes the idea.
So do I.
I love the feel of her soft ass cheek against my palm—the sting that feels as good to me as it does to her.
That’s something most don’t understand about the infliction of pain for pleasure. I feel everything my submissive does.
“Get undressed,” I command. “Then wait for me on the bed with your legs spread.”
Her cheeks are rosy red as she swiftly obeys me. Her blouse, jeans, and wedge sandals are off nearly instantly. Then her panties and bra. Her breasts are already flushed, and her nipples are hard and tight. She walks to the bed, lies down, and spreads her legs wide open.
I squeeze my cock through my pants. She’s so beautiful, so enticing.
And I love her so fucking much.
So easy…
It would be so easy to lie next to her, make love to her slowly, see to her satisfaction as well as my own.
So fucking easy…
I stare at her. “You are lovely to look at. Honestly, Skye, sometimes just looking at you is enough for me.”
The words aren’t lies. They’re true—so true—and they come straight from my heart.
In my mind, I see her wrapped in a sheet and standing at my floor-to-ceiling bedroom window overlooking Boston Harbor. I took the photo for her Instagram post for Susanne Cosmetics, and it was art. She made it art, wearing the sheet, the black feathered mask, the red lip tint.
She was picture-perfect.
As she is now.
I gaze at her for a few more timeless moments before I stalk toward the bed. As much as I yearn to make love to her, spank her, kiss her, suck on those gorgeous nipples, shove my cock between those succulent lips…
I will not.
“You are delectable,” I say. “I’d love to dive between your legs right now, eat you until you’re begging me to stop. Or just stuff my cock inside your pussy and take you hard and fast. Or turn you over, lick your asshole, and then fuck you from behind. You’d enjoy all those things, wouldn’t you, Skye?”
She sighs. “God, yes.”
“So would I. But you do have to be punished for attempting to manipulate me this evening. The problem is, I’m not in the mood to punish myself.”
“Fuck my mouth,” she says.
I give her a half smile. “I’ve given that some thought, believe me.”
“Why are you thinking when you could be doing?”
Oh, she’s good. She’s damned good, and I’d really like to shove my hard dick down that tight little throat of hers, but—
“Because I have something else in mind for tonight. Something new.”
I undress slowly. Slowly and deliberately. I fold each piece of clothing neatly and set it on a chair. I’ve never done that before. I either throw it on a chair or let it fall to the floor.
