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She let out a loud yelp but moaned just as fast when that warm sting subsided and bloomed into something she’d quickly become addicted to.
Then his body was pressed up hard against hers, so she was sandwiched between Jordan and the tree, his mouth fell next to her ear. “Such a brat.”
“You love it.” She pushed her ass back against his erection and wiggled a bit. “Wouldn’t be any fun if Ialwaysobeyed, would it?”
He bit her shoulder and growled before backing up. But he didn’t spank her right away. She glanced over her shoulder to find him rummaging around in the brush, only to come up a moment later with a thin, bendy cedar bough, complete with the scaly finger-like leaves. Her eyes widened and excitement and fear ran neck-and-neck through her.
So far, he’d only ever spanked her with his palm. Never an instrument.
This was going to hurt. But it was also going to feel really good.
Arousal dripped down her inner thigh and her pussy clenched in anticipation.
She braced herself for what came next.
It wasn’t that hard, but it stung nonetheless. A twinge of pain sprinted up from her left butt cheek into her belly and down to her toes which curled in the cold wet earth. Yes, he didn’t even let her keep her socks and hiking boots on. She was completely naked.
He did it again, this time a little harder and to the right cheek, the air around her filling with the scent of fresh cedar and making her suck in a deep, fortifying breath. She fought the urge to grind her pussy against the tree trunk. That couldn’t end well, but fuck, she was needy. She was empty and there was only one man who knew how to fill her properly. To take care of her needs.
“Jordan …” she mewled, curling her nails into the tree bark. “Enough playing.”
“Are you sayingred?” he asked, his voice loaded with steel and sheer determination.
No. She wasn’t. She didn’t want him to stop. This was not in any way a hard limit for her. It was all systemsGO.As green as the salal and ferns around her.
Because as much as she wanted him inside her, she also didn’t want him to stop.
Fuck, what a conundrum.
“No,” she breathed. “Green.”
“That’s my pretty girl.”
Pleasure sliced through her from his words. Who knew she had a fucking praise kink? Not her, that was for damn sure. But when Jordan called her his pretty girl and complimented her when they were in the bedroom—or in this case, the woods—she never felt more beautiful, more confident or more at peace in her entire life.
The stick whistled through the air as he brought it down, this time across the back of her upper thighs. She gasped from the sharp, but delicious pain and another trickle of arousal slid down her legs.
She vaguely heard the brush rustle as he tossed the stick away and was back behind her, pressing her harder against the tree. “You should see your ass right now, pretty girl. So pink. So fucking beautiful.” He slid one hand down between her body and the tree. “Are you wet, Rayma?”
“You know I am,” she breathed. Her heart was going to explode clean out of her chest. As he pushed her against the tree the rough bark scraped at her already hard, tender nipples and she moaned out from how good it felt.
Two of his long fingers made their way between her folds to where she was hot, wet, and ready for him. She ground down, but he pulled away. “Uh-uh,” he tutted.
Rayma growled. “Jordan …”
She didn’t have to see him to know he was smiling.
Those fingers came back and with agonizing slowness explored her drenched center, teasing her clit and tickling her folds. But never enough to make her come.
If red meant stop, yellow was slow down and green meant go, what color of the rainbow did she have to say to get him to speed things up?
“What’s the color for going faster?” she asked, a sob burning at the back of her throat from just how good it felt, but also from how much she desperately needed more. Like if he did not put his fingers inside her in the next six seconds she was going to die. “Burnt sienna? Magenta? Indigo?”
“So impatient,” he purred, pressing a wet, warm kiss to her shoulder. “We have nowhere to be.”
“Maybe you don’t, but I’m in a rush to get to Orgasmtown and you’re taking the goddamn scenic route for no reason. There is a freeway, Lassie. Get on it and floor it.”
Finally, he pushed two fingers inside her and she detonated instantly. The build-up, the anticipation, the foreplay. And those fucking smacks with the cedar bough. He knew what he was doing. Knew he was tormenting her so damn much, to the brink of insanity that the moment he finally gave her what she craved, she’d come apart in his arms.
