Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 83171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
“Braden…” she whispers.
“Yes?” I lock onto her gaze with laser focus.
She inhales sharply. “Do what you need to do.”
In a flash, she’s in my arms, and I’m carrying her to my bedroom. I throw her on the bed and tug off her shoes, slacks, and panties. She spreads her legs, giving me full view of her arousal. Fuck. She’s pink and swollen and glistening with cream.
But that pussy won’t be climaxing tonight.
I close my eyes and inhale. “You smell like heaven. I’d love to taste you, Skye. Give you a hundred orgasms like last time, but that wouldn’t be punishment. So I’m going to spank you. Then I’m going to fuck you hard and fast and take my own pleasure.” I unbuckle my belt and unzip my fly. I yank my pants and underwear over my hips. My dick is fully erect, and a small pearl of clear liquid emerges.
I toss her over onto her stomach and bring my palm down on her ass.
“Ow!” she cries out.
Another slap. Then another. The pain I give her flows back into me via my palm and throughout my body. My cock throbs. Her ass is deliciously rosy.
“Gorgeous,” I rasp. “So pink.”
I slap her again and then once more.
I raise my palm for another, but my dick has other ideas. My whole body is awake with passion and desire, as the pleasure-pain I’ve given Skye rips through me like a tidal wave.
I flip her back over so she’s lying on her back.
I push her legs forward and thrust into her.
She cries out.
I fuck her hard. I fuck her fast.
And with her legs pushed so far forward, my pubic bone doesn’t nudge her clit.
Her body responds anyway, which is exactly what I want. I’m going to take her to the peak.
But I won’t let her jump.
I flick my thumb over her clit just enough to get her climbing, and then I plunge deeply inside her, embedding myself in her body and taking my own pleasure.
After only a few thrusts, I release inside her, groaning, cursing her name, and it feels amazing. Fucking amazing. Just as amazing is that I came so quickly—that my need for her is that profound.
I don’t feel one iota of guilt about her lack of orgasm. She deserves to be punished.
This doesn’t surprise me. What does surprise me is that my release is less potent.
Less potent because Skye wasn’t joining in it.
A first for me.
When I finally stop pulsing, I stay inside her for a moment, my eyes closed and my hands clamped onto her thighs.
I pull out then and open my eyes, determined not to allow my newfound revelation to change the course of the evening, the course of giving Skye the punishment she deserves.
She says nothing. Just lies there, looking beautiful but unsatisfied.
I don’t particularly like leaving a woman unsatisfied. Especially Skye.
No! I will not relent.
I pull up my pants and fasten them. “Have you eaten?” I ask nonchalantly.
She’s still naked from the waist down, her legs still spread, my semen seeping out of her. “Well…no. Not yet.”
“Get dressed. Marilyn is off this week, so I’ll order something.”
Chapter Thirty-Six
I make a quick call to a Thai place I love and order dinner. I’m pouring two Wild Turkeys at my bar when Skye appears, now fully clothed, her ponytail no longer mussed.
She’s beautiful, but I like her mussed. By me.
“There you are,” I say. “I ordered Thai food.”
She nods. “Sounds delicious.”
I hand her a glass. “Wild Turkey goes great with Thai.”
She smiles. “Wild Turkey goes great with everything.” She takes a sip.
I take a sip as well, enjoying the subtly harsh smokiness on my tongue. I let it trickle down my throat slowly.
The silence grows in the room.
“Braden?” Skye finally says.
“Hmm?”
“I’m…really sorry about…you know.”
“We don’t have to talk about that.” She doesn’t know how much I mean the words. She did it. I punished her.
Now it’s over.
I’ll file it away in my mind along with those myriad other things I don’t like to think about.
The list seems to grow longer by the day.
“But we do,” she says. “I don’t want you to think I’m the kind of person who—”
“Skye, you did what you did. No amount of telling me what kind of person you are will change what already happened.” The words come out more harshly than I mean for them to, so I continue. “Do you think I’ve never made a bad choice? Done something I regret?”
Offhand, about twelve scenarios come to mind, including a few on that long list of things I don’t think about.
“No. I mean, I don’t know.”
“You don’t get to the top without making mistakes along the way. I learn from every mistake, and I never make the same mistake twice. Do you see what I’m getting at?”
“Yeah. I won’t do it again. I told you that already.”