Page 64 of Blackwood

My heart flipped at the threat, but I adopted a prim tone. “You’ll have to catch me first.”

He rubbed the scruff along his jaw that the nurse failed to shave away. “I’ll always catch you. And you’ll love every second of your punishment.” He glanced to my shoulder. “How is it?”

I backed another step away and pulled down my tank. “A lot better. I clipped the stitches out myself this morning.”

We’d been home from the hospital for a week. Garrett’s strength was steadily returning, but the doctor cautioned against any intense physical activity until the lung had healed completely. So, despite my patient’s grumbles and my own desire to climb on top of him and fuck him ragged, we had to wait. But that didn’t mean I couldn’t tease.

I slid my tank strap lower. His eyes lit as he stared at my bare skin.

“Lower.” His stern voice had me biting my lip.

“I think you’ve seen enough.”Such a brat.“Healing up great.” I started to pull the strap back up.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” He stabbed a finger at me, the bare muscles along his torso tensing with the movement. “Show me.”

“My injury?” I simpered. “I already did.”

“I swear to Christ I will get off this couch and put you over my goddamn knee, Red!” He started to sit up.

“Wait, wait.” I held a hand out to stay him. “I wouldn’t want you getting excited.”

“Too fucking late for that.” He ground his teeth together and pressed his palm to the erection that threatened to break free of his pajama pants. “Show me.”

I trailed my fingers down the edge of my top, then pulled the fabric down to reveal my right breast.

“Oh, fuck.” He reached inside his pants and started stroking.

“Hey!” I darted forward to stop his hand. “You can’t do that. The doctor—”

He grabbed me, one hand clamping around my forearm and the other yanking at my jeans. “I don’t give two shits if this kills me. I need to be inside you. Now.”

“No.” I smacked at his hand, but he’d worked two fingers into my waist band and used his thumb to unbutton them.

“Did you just say no?” He smirked up at me and yanked my jeans and panties to my knees. “You did, Red.” He fell back against the pillows with a pained groan. “Ow, fuck.”

I took the opportunity to scoot away from him. I fell on the ottoman, my bare ass against the leather.

“We can’t! I told you.” I tried not to look as he freed his cock from his pants. Tried. Failed. I wanted it.

“It’s going to go like this, Red. Either you do as I say and get on my dick right now, or when I get better, I’m going to tie you to my bed, cane your ass slowly overhoursas you cry and scream for me to stop. I’ll record the whole thing and make you watch it as I fuck your mouth, your pussy, your ass; do whatever I want.” His smirk grew. “And I can tell you want that. I see your pulse rising, your skin flushing. I know what I just said turns you on. And I promise you’ll get it. All of it. The difference, though, is that if you disobey me right now, I won’t let you come then or for anentire weekafter.” He stroked his cock, his palm sliding against the soft skin as he spoke. “It’s up to you. I’m going to fuck you either way. You don’t have a say in that. But do you want to come?”

I couldn’t look away from him as the threat hung in the air. He would do all those things. The set of his jaw and the fire in his eyes promised me he would. My pussy was already wet just from the way he said it, from the violence I knew churned inside him. Yes, I wanted it, and no, not coming for a week did not sound like a good deal.

Rising, I shucked my jeans and panties. He followed each movement, a satisfied grin replacing the smirk.

“You’re an asshole.” I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor.

“Water is wet. Just like your cunt.” He ran his hand down my ass as I pressed one knee onto the couch. “Mount up, cowgirl.”

“If this kills you, you have no one to blame but yourself.”

“Noted.” He dug his fingertips into my hips and situated me so I straddled him.

He groaned when I sat on his cock, pinning it between us.

“Are you okay?” I glanced to the bandage over his chest.

“No, I’m not okay.” He rocked against me, his cock sliding across my slick skin and creating a buzz in my clit. “Not until I’m inside you.”

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