Page 79 of Our Broken Pieces
Gigi
When I say the words, I mean them. I trust Marcus more than anyone. My entire body hums with anticipation, nerves firing under my skin.
“Say ‘red’ if you need me to stop, ‘yellow’ if you need me to pause,” he instructs, his voice steady.
“Okay.” My heart pounds in my ears, loud and insistent.
He gives me a light tap on the ass. “Say ‘yes, Charming.’”
“Yes, Charming,” I whisper, my breath already uneven.
“You’re going to count for me. Understood?” His voice drops lower, and my hips instinctively rock.
“Yes, Charming,” I repeat, already feeling the tension building.
He leans down and kisses the small of my back, his lips warm against my skin. “You’re not allowed to come until I’minside you. Do you understand?” His breath is hot against my ear, making the wait unbearable. I can feel my arousal already wetting my thighs.
“Do you understand?” His tone sharpens, coaxing an answer from me.
“Yes, Charming.” I nod quickly, unsure if I can actually hold out that long.
“What do you say if you want me to stop?”
I gasp as his fingers circle my clit. “Red, Charming.”
“And if you want me to pause?”
He slides a finger inside, sending a jolt of pleasure up my spine. My head drops between my arms. “Yellow, Charming.”
“Thank you,” he says quietly. “Now look straight ahead and start with one.”
His hands leave my skin and the seconds stretch on forever as I wait. Then, a gust of air brushes my skin before his hand lands firmly on my ass. A sharp, hot pain blooms across my body.
“One,” I whisper, barely holding back a moan.
He soothes the sting with slow, deliberate circles, then strikes again, harder this time.
“Two.” My voice is shaky, breath catching in my throat.
He repeats the rhythm, each strike a little stronger, followed by gentle circles. My body responds in ways that I didn’t think it would. Each spank sends a pulse straight to my clit.
“Three.” I bite my lip, trying to contain the pleasure that’s mixing with the pain.
By the fourth, my eyes squeeze shut, the sensations blurring into one. It’s overwhelming how much I want him.
“Four.” My voice wavers, threatening to break.
“You’re doing so well, princess,” he praises, his voice laced with satisfaction.
The fifth strike pulls a sob from deep within me, and I’m hanging on by a thread.
“Five.” My fingers tighten on the headboard as I gasp, “Please, Marcus, I need to—”
“Take a deep breath, princess,” he orders gently, but with an edge of command.
I obey, inhaling deeply, and just as I exhale, he delivers the hardest hit yet.
“Six.” Tears spring to my eyes, and I can taste them as they slip down my face.
