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“You were trying to make me jealous,” he says, his voice no more than a low whisper.
He nips at my jawline and tugs a bit harder. I can’t hold back the quiet moan. “I’m a forgiving man, but there are some things you need to learn right here and now about the buttons you shouldn’t push on me.”
I don’t have a chance to open my mouth before he releases his grip and, in one fluid motion, tosses me over his shoulder. I let out an undignified squeak when he smacks my ass. He carries me into the bedroom and throws me unceremoniously on the bed.
Sitting back on my elbows, I look up at him, eager for whatever punishment he thinks he’s going to give me. His eyes don’t leave me as he pulls his shirt over his head. I let myself drink in the sight of him.
My hand comes up, exploring the smoothness of his arms as my eyes lower to the trail leading down to his thick length, straining to break free. He tugs my ankle, dragging me closer to him. I lick my lips as I look at his chest. The broad expanse of it with the spatter of hair is infinitely masculine and sexual.
“Admit it,” he says, his mouth hovering above my skin and driving me crazy. “Admit that dance was meant for me and take your punishment like a good girl.”
I feel myself clench at his words and bite the inside of my mouth, ready to play.
“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I reply, my voice more breathless than I’d like.
He chuckles, but there’s no real humor in the sound.
“Have it your way.”
Before I can question that, I’m flipped on to my front and my dress is pulled up. Air tickles the back of my thighs and my thong is slowly pulled down. Much too slowly for my liking.
I squirm, but he presses a hand down on my back to still me while he drags my underwear down my legs. My skin feels like it’s on fire wherever he touches, a trail of need left behind.
Once I’m bared, he steps back and I hear the sound of his belt. I turn to look at him, swallowing deeply as I wonder how far he’ll really go. Pain doesn’t do much for me in the bedroom, but I’ve been known to enjoy a good spanking.
The sound of the belt scares me almost as much as it makes me horny. Cool air hits my wetness, making me gasp.
“Eyes forward,” he says, his voice deep and gruff. I can’t help but listen, though I squeeze my legs together in an eagerness for friction. He comes around the bed with his belt in hand and looks down at me, a smirk playing out on his lips. Taking my wrists, he wraps the belt around them and pulls it tight before standing back to survey his work.
“Perfect,” he says before coming back behind me.
Anticipation thrums in my blood. I’m not left wanting for long before he grabs my hips, pulling my ass into the air. I gasp and it quickly turns to a moan as his mouth finds my eager folds. With grips of steel on my hips, all I can do is let myself be taken away by the sea of pleasure his tongue is delivering.
“Oh, my god,” I mutter as I feel the climax building inside of me.
His fingers squeeze tighter. I’m almost over the edge when he pulls back, blowing lightly. I groan at how close I am and he chuckles, gently trailing a finger through my folds.
“You’ve been a very naughty girl,” he says through his ministrations.
It’s all I can do to focus on his words and fingers. My nails dig into my hands and I let out a cry as his mouth finds me once more. At the same instant, he presses one finger into me.
“And naughty girls don’t get to come until they admit they’ve been bad,” he says, pulling back and letting his finger rub my g-spot in a lazy, circular motion. I feel the orgasm rising faster this time. I start to tighten around him, but he pulls away again.
I let out a cry of anguish and tug against the belt on my wrists, finally understanding what he meant by punishment.
“Please,” I say as I press my ass further into the air. A light kiss touches my bare ass and I shiver against the small intimate touch. “Please,” I whisper.
He leans close to my ear. “Admit it.”
I swallow deeply and the words stubbornly stick in my throat. He leans down and licks me top to bottom, and I cry out.
“Say it,” he says again before his mouth finds my clit.
It’s seconds before I’m close again. His touch gets gentler until I feel the first twitch inside myself. He stops, trailing his tongue in circles and touching everywhere but where I want him to. My breath is loud and ragged, even in my own ears.
“Be a good girl and admit it, and maybe I’ll let you come,” he says.
I feel myself clench even more at his words. My mind feels floaty and surreal, wandering through the spaces of pleasure as he once more brings me to the brink, then backs off again.
