Page 84 of Mated
My head falls back as she takes me back into her mouth, meeting every upward stroke of her hand with those full lips. The sounds of her sucking are loud in my ears. Hot.
I find the back of her head with my other hand, forcing her deeper over me. She moans again. My hips press against her face and stay there. Her breathing grows shallow. Harsh. Looking down, I force myself to ease off. She gasps, her eyes wide and tearing slightly as she watches me from those sexy ass green irises. I inhale sharply. “Fuck, Nisha.”
She grips my ass with her free hand and starts to dive back over me.
“Enough, kitten.”
Though she freezes, I can see the hesitation in her.
I glare at Caine. He just smiles. “Oh poor cat,” he teases, and then sobers. “On the bed, kitten.”
She frowns. Then leans forward and licks me one more time before rising to her feet.
“That was a liberty, kitten. Get on the bed. Now,” Caine says, his tone hardening. As she climbs back up to kneel on the mattress, he peers at me. “Cat, I want you to punish her for that liberty.”
“How?”
Another telltale glimmer. “Bend over, kitten.”
Nisha stiffens. Her green eyes flash just as they did earlier, and I wonder if she is remembering my body taking hers from behind. My mouth on her.
My cock bobs.
A low sound of want escapes her lips, but she turns and leans down, offering her full ass to the room. Those plump cheeks damn near cry out for my hand. And the slick, red center of her body gleams.
Oh she has no problem being punished. At all.
I growl and walk to the bed.
“She will count, cat. And if she does not, you will stop.” Caine grips my hand and lays it over the solid sway of her ass. “I want five strikes. Right there.” His heat is nearly as strong as mine.
My teeth grind but I nod. He steps back a pace, arms crossed.
I pull back and slap her ass. She jerks and cries out. My chest rises fast and my world narrows to the sting in my palm and the growing flush of redness in her skin.
“On—One …” she says shakily.
I slap her tail again.
“Two.”
My cock pulses.
I draw back and my palm lands dead center of the first two marks. Her spine arches and her scent perfumes the air. My beast claws at my insides. I roll my head on my shoulders and grit my teeth.
“Three,” she gasps out.
My palm smoothes over the red mark, heating her skin.
Agile fingers find my waist from behind, shifting me until my body is inches from impaling her tender core. Caine’s hellfire fragrance filters to me.
I shiver.
“Again, cat,” he whispers into my ear like the devil on my fucking shoulder.
My palm strikes her rosy flesh. Her head snaps back and she lets out a garbled shout. There is not enough air in the room. Enough oxygen as my hand tightens in her ass, kneading and squeezing.
“God,” she whimpers. “Four.”
