Chapter Thirteen

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TIERNEY

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Jace closes the distancebetween us in three long strides. My breath does that staggering thing again.

“Do you want me to put that up your very pretty little ass, Ms. Vaughn?” Jace asks, taking it in his hands.

“God no. It’s supposed to go in the... umm... front. To make me squirt.”

“You want to squirt?” He asks, his eyes darkening,

“Yes. I’ve done research, and some say it’s a myth—”

I don’t get to complete my sentence before Jace takes my bag, drops it to the floor, then picks me up and tosses me onto the bed.

Before I can get myself up again, he’s back from the bathroom after retrieving a thick white towel. With one hand, he lifts my dress slowly, creating a new level of impatience in my path.

“Fuck. You’re soaked,” he says as he parts my legs.

“That’s what Nolan said.”

“Nolan touched you?”

“Yes, after Colter.”

“Start at the beginning,” he instructs as he snakes his hand under my butt, still smarting from being spanked, and lays the towel underneath me.

“I wanted Colter to spank me, but he put the handle of the flogger into my... sex and spanked me with his hand. I was meant to bring nipple clamps, but they must have fallen out of my bag or something, so Nolan used clothespins on me and wouldn’t remove them until I made myself come on his... his face. So I did because those clothespins hurt like a bastard—”

Am I listening to myself. No, because if I did, if I stopped to think, this would not be happening to me.

“Fuck,” Jace rasps.

My back whips off the bed as he rubs his jaw over my twice-come already pussy. His five o’clock shadow grazes against my hot flesh, and my clit rises to the occasion. Then he presses the whole of his tongue to the length of my center.

Oh boy. Here we go again.

I clutch the duvet tightly in my palms. In the back of my mind, I make a note to reimburse him if I rip his bedding to shreds. Jace drags his tongue up, then curls the tip at my clit before he imprisons the swollen, slippery bead into his mouth and sucks on it.