Page 82 of Coming Home Country
“Nooooooo,” came her long, drawn-out whine of protest.
Chest rising so rapidly the tips of her pink nipples breached the surface of the bubbles, Bex reached blindly for my hand, the intent clear to force me to finish the job I’d started.
“Tuck,please,“ she begged.
I sat up, shifting us forward enough so that I could stand. When I did, she slumped against my knees. Keeping a firm grip on her shoulder to keep her above the water, I exited the bath.
“Time to get out.”
Partially obscured by heavy lids, those beautiful brown eyes lifted to lock on my face.
She licked her lips before a single word flew past them. “Why?”
Leaning in, I gripped the edge of the tub, a sinister smirk stretching across my face.
“You asked to be punished, sweetheart.” She opened her mouth, but my next words prevented her from talking. “Look around at where you are. Haven’t I proven that I love nothing more than to make your every dream come true?” Silently, I added,Give me enough time, and I’ll piece back together the ones I shattered too.
I was granted the pleasure of watching in real-time as the meaning of my words sank in and she realized what her punishment was set to be.
Tonight was going to be so much fucking fun.
For me, at least. Well, for Bex, too, when I finally let her come.
Chapter 23
Bex
Surely,he’dalreadymadehis point. Leaving me a quivering, begging mess had to be enough to satisfy him, right?
At least, that’s what I tried to convince myself as Tucker toweled me off before laying me across the cool cotton sheets of his bed.
My pulse still pounded between my thighs, every nerve ending feeling raw and exposed after the denial of my orgasm.
Fuck, a strong breeze would be enough to make me come at this point. That’s how close I still was.
My legs pressed together, hips shifting, as I tried to create enough friction to send me careening over the edge and into the abyss that was calling my name, beckoning me with dark promises of blinding pleasure.
Lightning-quick, Tucker sprang into action, his strong hands prying my thighs apart.
“Nuh-uh,” he chided, clicking his tongue.
My head dropped back as a frustrated scream clawed its way up my throat.
His chuckle had me wanting to punch him in the nuts.
Might wanna think twice about that one. You’re gonna need his junk in working order.
As much as I hated to admit it in my aggravated state, that was a good point. So instead, I settled on a verbal strike.
“Glad one of us is amused.” The words were sharp, each one laced with venom.
Tucker’s fingers flexed, digging into my skin but not gripping hard enough to hurt. “It’s silly how easily this could have been avoided. All you had to do was behave in the bath, let me pamper you the way you deserve. But you couldn’t let me have that one simple thing. So now, you don’t get what you want. Seems like a fitting punishment, don’t you think?”
I bared my teeth. The minute he got close enough, I wouldn’t hesitate to use them to take a chunk out of him.
Sick bastard would probably enjoy it too.
I know I would.
