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He squeezed her ass cheek in warning. “Well? Are you wet?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered. Red filled her cheeks, but his face just grew more intense.
“Good girl, for being honest. Time for a reward, I think.”
Oh, hell yes.
“Spread those legs wider and stick your ass out.”
Her breathing quickened as she followed his directions. He cupped his warm hand around her wet pussy and she let out a moan.
“Feel good, baby girl?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Fuck, you’re so wet.”
“Is that . . . is that okay?” Was she too wet? Was there such a thing as being too wet? She had no idea.
The towel was suddenly flung up over her ass and two smacks landed on her bottom.
She yelped, reaching back to rub her abused cheek. “What was that for?”
“You were too far in your own head. You were thinking instead of listening to me. So, I decided to remind you of who was in charge.”
“You could have just told me to stop thinking.”
“Uh, but a few spanks on your ass gets your attention quicker, and it’s much more fun.”
“For whom?”
“For me, of course. Mind you, it might have been fun for you. Did you like being spanked, pretty girl?”
Not at the time, but now that he was rubbing her heated butt cheek . . . yeah, she was definitely enjoying that.
She swallowed heavily, her mouth suddenly dry. “I like this part, Sir.”
“I can tell. And just so you know, there is absolutely nothing wrong with being wet. I’d be worried if you weren’t. It just shows me how much you want me. And there is no greater turn-on than knowing your woman wants you to pleasure her, fuck her, dominate her. Because that’s what you want, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Sir.” There was no denying it. Especially not as he ran his finger along her slit, circling her clit.
“Oh. Oh, Sir.”
“Yeah, baby. Let me hear you. I like hearing how much you are enjoying yourself. How much you need this.”
“I do. Please, more. Please.”
He moved his finger around her clit in slow, agonizing circles. Then faster. Harder.
Then slow and light.
This was torture. Her breath came in short pants. She’d get so close to the edge and then he’d stop, making her cry out.
“Please! Please!”
“You’re going to have to earn your pleasure, pretty girl,” he warned.
How? How did she do that?
“I want you to drop the towel.”
Oh, that motherfucker. Bastard. Asswipe.
“I know you’re calling me names in your head,” he said with amusement. “Good thing you’re not saying them out loud, or that would mean I’d have to stop and punish you. And you don’t want that, do you, baby girl?”
She shook her head frantically. No, she definitely did not.
“Keep your gaze on the mirror,” he warned.
She stared at him. He had his shirt rolled up to the elbows. When had he done that?
And holy heck. How could his forearms be so darn sexy? She was practically drooling at the sight. Tattoos ran down his arms in patterns that her brain couldn’t figure out. All she knew was that he was the sexiest person she’d ever encountered.
And she wanted to lick him all over.
“That’s it. Now, I want you to drop the towel.” He’d mixed things up. He was moving his finger slowly but using pressure. Then he changed to light and fast.
She wouldn’t last.
“I wonder what punishment you’d dislike the most,” he mused, as though he had all the time in the world. As though he wasn’t torturing her with every movement of his finger. “Would it be a spanking? Or would it be a denied orgasm?”
Oh, shit.
She knew the answer to that.
With a hand that trembled from nerves and arousal, she reached up to undo the knot.
“That’s a good girl. Remember, all you need to worry about is pleasing me. And you please me every time you do as I say.”
She nearly snorted at that. Well, of course, having her obey him pleased him. The guy loved being in control, and he had a driving need to take care of those around him. Mind you, she wondered if that was a Malone trait. Because she’d seen the same tendency in Tanner. At least with Flick, he’d been overly protective.
God, she wanted that.
So damn much.
“That’s it, baby. You’re being such a good girl. Let the towel drop and I’ll let you come. You want to come, don’t you?”
“Yes. So bad.”
“And I want to see your naked body. Show me. Let me see how beautiful you are when you come.”
She wasn’t sure about that. But she was fast approaching the point of not caring. If he didn’t like what he saw . . . well, it wasn’t like she hadn’t warned him about what to expect.
She released the towel, letting it pool at her feet. She stiffened. This was it. The moment of truth.
If he rejected her now . . . well, she might not survive.
