Page 23 of Million Dollar High

The trembling became relentless, delicious anticipation firing in her bloodstream. “I say stop… you stop.”

“Glad to hear you haven’t forgotten everything.”

She braced herself as he stepped back.

The first lash landed across both cheeks. “Ah! Oh God!” Her arms gave way, and she landed hard on her elbows.

One hand fisted her hair, and he pulled her up. “You better not make dents in my car, sweetheart.” He let her go and delivered two lashes, quick and sharp.

Her gasps strangled as the crackle of plastic sounded behind her. A moment later, ice cold water dribbled down her ass and over the back of her thighs, soothing the raw stings. Relief poured through her as his hand spread the wetness over her hot skin.

After a minute, he set the bottle down beside her left hand. “If that falls over, you’re getting triple the punishment. Understood?”

“Yes… N—” His name died in her throat as another lash flared across her butt. Her clit swelled, and her pussy clenched hungrily at the roughness ripping her in two. Wetness from her core dripped down her leg, her scent coating the sultry air.

Absently, she started to wonder whether her Ferragamos would be ruined beyond repair. The thought disintegrated under several more lashes. Shame crawled over her, but not enough to dissolve the ferocious need burning through her, or the promise of what was to come if she did as she was told.

Another two lashes and her sticky wetness ran down both thighs.

Noah started to reach for the bottle, stopped and hissed in disbelief. “Jesus, you’re fucking dripping.”

Her moan was half despair, half a plea for deliverance.

Bottle forgotten, he dropped the belt and crouched behind her. His hands wrapped around her thighs. “You’re unbelievable, do you know that? You fucking reject me in one breath and cream like crazy for me in the other. Why, Leia?” he demanded harshly.

“I… I can’t help myself,” she stammered. “I want you… want this…”

Her essence dripped over his fingers and he trailed it up till he reached her outer lips. His thumbs pressed into the flesh beneath her labia. He groaned. The sound held so much ragged despair, she wanted to tell him to stop. That he should spare them both the agony of this torrid confrontation. But selfishness won over.

She wanted him more than ever, was certain she wouldn’t be able to function if Noah didn’t make her come soon. Like right now.

He was obviously gripped by the same fever because he gave another groan and replaced his fingers with his tongue. Greedily, he lapped up her juices, his fingers biting into her thighs to hold her shuddering body still.

“Fuck, why do you taste so damn good? You left me, dammit, you’re not supposed to taste so fucking incredible.”

She tried to grind her pussy into his face, desperate for more than he was giving her. In light of Noah’s bitter condemnation for her walking away, she’d never thought they’d end up like this. That she would get to feel his hands or mouth on her ever again. She wasn’t about to let this incredible opportunity pass. But he was in no mood to be accommodating. His tongue lapped her clit with slow licks, swirled over the swollen bud before pulling it into his mouth for a meager second.

She growled in frustration.

“You don’t like that?”

“Stop talking! Make me come. Please,” she gritted, near desperate as her orgasm hovered just out of reach.

A hard slap against her core brought tears to her eyes and even more wetness to her already dripping sex. Another came quickly on the heels of the first. And another.

Yes!

But as if he knew one more would send her over the edge, Noah stopped.

“You don’t call the shots. You never did. What makes you think I’ll allow you to order me around now?”

Tears flowed freely down her cheeks. She was a frantic second from rubbing herself to orgasm. “Please…” she whispered, broken.

“That’s right. If you want to come, you’re gonna have to beg way more than that.”

She squeezed her eyes shut and struggled just to breathe.How could she have forgotten how insanely heightened sex with Noah could be?

“Pleasepleaseplease,” she chanted, the words strung together into an incoherent jumble.

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