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“Six days, Sir,” she whimpered, when he twisted her other nipple.
“And how long did I tell you I would make you wait for your disobedience?”
Her pussy clenched at his wicked question. Six days ago, she’d purposely broken one of his rules and he’d made her come hard before he’d spanked her and then declared that she wouldn’t come again for a week for her bratty behavior. The spanking had dulled her craving but wasn’t as rough as they were used to playing, so she was hoping for a better result tonight.
“A week. But please, I’ve learned my lesson. Really, I have.”
“Drop the notion of you going off on your own with Kendall and I’ll make you come on my tongue right now.”
“You’re a bastard, Russell Adler.”
“So, is that a yes?”
“Will you at least let us have one day to ourselves?”
He tweaked her nipple again and dragged his hand down her abdomen until he cupped her pussy again. “That depends on how hard you come for me, Treasure.”
“Fine. We can all go. Because vacationing with my ex-husband is exactly how I’ve always wanted to spend Christmas.”
Russell chuckled. “That’s a good girl. We’ve spent three of the last five Christmas holidays with Kendall and Matthew.”
Gemma tried not to huff at his logical observation.
The truth was, after her mother died, she was stressed over dealing with the estate, and the press wasn’t making anything easier. Adding the pressure of not being able to get pregnant just made her grumpy and needy. Not to mention she was pretty sure Russell hated living in London half the year.
“We’ll have our own quarters far away from Matthew and Kendall, and I’ll make up for any neglect on my part.” He leaned in and scraped his trim beard against her bare neck.
“In fact, why don’t I start making up for it right now?”
He scooped her up and carried her the short distance to their bedroom, where he ordered her out of her clothes.
When she was naked, he spread her out on the bed and dragged his tongue along her slick pussy.
“God, you’re soaked. How long have you needed me to hurt you, Treasure?”
She whimpered when he hooked a finger in her pussy and dragged a thumb over her clit. He hadn’t given her permission, so she knew she had to hold back her orgasm. Brat may have been her middle name, but Russell’s word was law where her pleasure was concerned and had been from the beginning of their relationship. And she wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Weeks,” she whispered. “I’ve wanted you to just take the lead since mum’s funeral.”
He stretched over her so he could look her in the eyes and glared. “Since when is that how we do things, Gemma? If you need something, especially if it involves your needs in the bedroom, you tell me. You don’t expect me to read your mind. So now you’re going to tell me in explicit detail what you need.”
He pulled his hand free of her needy pussy and folded his arms across his chest, waiting for her to comply.
She sat up on her elbows and stared up at her handsome silver fox. He may have been nearly twenty years older than her, but he was definitely in better shape than she was, and it made him a treat to look at.
“I’m waiting,” he said a minute later.
“Sorry. You’re fun to stare at, Sir.”
His mouth barely lifted into a half smile before he schooled his expression and tapped his fingers on his elbow impatiently.
“I need you to hurt me, Russell.”
He shook his head. “Not good enough. I can hurt you a dozen ways. How do you want it?”
Her pussy spasmed just from his stern tone, and she squeezed her legs shut. His movements were lightning quick, and he jerked them open again.
“No. You’ll tell me with your cunt on display.”
