Page 54 of Marked

“Brat.”

Dropping his head down between my thighs again, he rolled my clit between his lips and pushed his fingers deep, holding them there. Noah played my body like a stringed instrument, plucking and strumming until I was ready to combust. It was an intoxicating mix of heaven and hell. A blessed euphoria I had no hope of surviving.

“Why?” I cried out when he stopped once more.

Crawling up my body, he kissed and licked every inch of exposed skin on the way. When he took my mouth, I tasted myself on his tongue. He settled in the cradle of my hips, giving me enough of his weight that I could feel how hard he was, even through the fabric of his clothes.

“Two reasons,” he breathed against my lips. It took a second for my brain to catch up to the fact he was answering my question. “You threw yourself in front of a bullet for me.”

“Since when does saving your life constitute punishment?”

“It does when I explicitly tell you not to put yourself in danger. Do you remember rule number two?” I rolled my eyes. “And that right there is the other reason. Rolling those beautiful eyes will get you in trouble every single time. You’re still learning the ins and outs of being a submissive, so I’ve given you a little latitude. Under normal circumstances, you’d have earned a red ass.”

“I’d rather you spank me,” I muttered under my breath.

“Next time.” The ass winked, then kissed me again, rolling us to our sides on his bed. Our bed actually. He’d insisted it was the first place we christened.

Snaking a hand between us, I fumbled with the button of his pants, trying desperately to get it to slip through the little opening. Accomplishing the task one-handed was a test of my patience, but eventually my mission was successful.

“Something you want, Little Lamb?”

“Very much.”

“You want my cock?”

“Yes.” I worked his zipper down next, ready to reach inside his boxers when his words took me by surprise.

“Ask me.”

Noah

We’d gone over very basic, rudimentary rules when I told her about being a Dom. One I’d covered but hadn’t used up until this point was asking permission to touch me, which explained the deer-in-the-headlights look on her face. I wanted to introduce different aspects slowly to avoid overwhelming her with everything at once. Maybe it had been a mistake on my part. Lanie wasn’t some wilting flower who needed coddling. She was a damn FBI agent with an attitude to match. I guess we were about to find out if she was ready.

“You need to ask for permission before you touch me, unless I’ve already given it to you.”

“Okay then.” She let go of the slider on my zipper and licked her delectable lips, giving me all sorts of ideas.Damn little tease.“Can I please have your cock?”

Slow took a flying leap out the window when she said those words. No question. No hesitation. My girl didn’t want cautious, she wanted this…the real me. There was nothing but acceptance and love shining in her eyes. It meant more to me than I’d ever be able to express, but I’d sure as hell spend the rest of my days trying.

“Good girl.” Snagging a pillow, I tossed it on the floor at the side of the bed. “On your knees, Little Lamb.”

While she got into position, I stood, keeping my back to her as I stripped off my clothes. Her breathing accelerated when I turned, her half-lidded gaze focused between my thighs where I was stroking myself from root to tip. Slowly, I moved forward until there were only inches separating us.

She squirmed, pressing her legs together. “Does it make you wet thinking about sucking my cock?”

“You have no idea,” she heaved.

“Oh, I do.” I gave my dick another firm tug. “I’ve jerked off more times than I can count imagining it’s your mouth I’m fucking instead of my fist. Would you like that, Lanie?”

She nodded.

“Words.”

“Hell yes.”

“Put your hand on my thigh. Tap twice if it becomes too much.” She immediately complied. “Your other hand goes between your legs. Rub your clit, butdo notcome. Defy me and you’ll get that spanking you’d hoped for. Are we clear?”

“Clear.”

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