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I grab her hand and bring it forward, pushing it into the bunched-up fabric of the dress she’s still wearing.
“Hold this up for me,malyshka.” I glance up at her, taking in the innocence of her stare as she looks down at me. Her cheeks still hold the pretty flush from being over my knee, and her eyes glisten from the tears she shed. I won’t lie and say I don’t like making her cry, because I fucking love the sound. If she hated me as much as she wants to pretend she does, she wouldn’t have gone so soft for me so quickly. She would have fought her tears a hell of a lot harder. But she gave in and let them free, showing me the sweet side I crave so much. It was truly a gift, and I wonder if she understands that.
It was beautiful.
I push her hand up a little further, so that all of her short curls are exposed to me. With my hand still on her thigh, I drag it closer to her pussy. Already, I can feel her heat.
As I force my gaze away from the beauty of her face, I notice a scar below her navel. An inch or so from where her patch of hair begins. It’s white and still slightly raised. I move my hand from her thighs and run my fingertip over it.
“What happened here,malyshka?” My voice is raw. The idea of her in pain, true pain, makes my stomach clench.
A moment goes by and she’s still silent, so I look back up at her. “Billie, tell me. What happened here?”
Embarrassment creeps into her eyes.
“I cut myself,” she says softly. “I was shaving, I turned the razor, it slipped, and I didn’t realize it until I had sliced myself.” She frowns. “It was an accident.”
“Hmmm.” I trace it again. “It looks like it was deep. Did you go to the hospital?” I question.
“It wasn’t so bad.” Her cheeks blush harder. She’s hiding something.
“Are you afraid of doctors, Billie?” I ask with a raised brow. “Is that why you didn’t go to the hospital?”
“It was a stupid accident. I used a few butterfly bandages, and it was fine.” She sighs.
“Hmmm. Well, no more shaving for you, baby girl.” I press my lips to the scar, knowing damn well she should have gotten stitches. “If you want these pretty curls trimmed or shaved, I’ll do it from now on.”
Just when she’s about to argue with me, I slide my middle finger through her wet, swollen folds to her clit. Whatever she was about to say dies on her lips.
“That’s a good girl.” I smile and rub the fat of my thumb into her clit, rubbing it in circles at an easy pace.
Her eyelids flutter closed at the same time her bottom lip disappears between her teeth. Increasing the pressure of my touch draws a sweet sigh from her and her head dips back.
“You like this?” I ask, angling my hand and dipping my middle finger into her pussy. She clenches around my finger, and gets even tighter when I slide a second finger in. “Do you?” I press, watching her expression tense. She’s already close to the edge. I wonder how long it’s been since she’s been touched like this.
It only takes a second to realize I don’t want to know. If I think about another man touching her like this, I’ll have him killed.
“Yes,” she nods, but avoids looking at me. “I shouldn’t… but I do.”
“You shouldn’t?” I move to my feet, stepping to her side, while continuing to fuck her sweet pussy with my fingers. “Why not? Why would you deny us?”
She leans into me. I’m sure she doesn’t realize she’s doing it, but I’m not going to point it out to her.
“Answer me,” I say with a harsher tone and a quick slap to her bare ass.
She jolts with a wince. Her ass is still tender and probably will be until morning. Hopefully, she’ll learn quickly not to make me repeat myself. I don’t want to have to punish her again so quickly. Not until she’s at least been granted pleasure. Drawing her out with honey would be much sweeter, for both of us.
“We’re just a bad idea, that’s all.” She sucks in a breath when I curl my fingers. “Oh, fuck.” Knocking her off balance with my touch makes my cock grow harder.
I press my mouth to her temple. “I want to taste you.” I withdraw my hand and maneuver her down to the ottoman at the same time that I drop to my knees. “Open your legs.” I shove her knees open, exposing her sweet pussy to my view.
“Maybe we should stop.” She reaches her hand toward me, but I lace my fingers through hers and pin her hand to her side while dipping down between her thighs and swiping the very tip of my tongue over her pussy.
A tremor runs through her thighs.
“Oh, fuck.”
“Still want to stop?” I ask, sucking her clit between my teeth. Fuck, this woman tastes as sweet as she looks.
