Page 131 of Masked Sins
My breathing is uneven as he stares down at me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
His words clang through me, resonating with my insecurities and igniting the praise kink I suspected I had, like bright fireworks sparking in my brain.
“Thank you.”
He rubs his mouth as his eyes skirt over my body, as if he’s deciding how to proceed. The anticipation flares through me as dirty images flit through my brain—so many possibilities.
“Take off your clothes.”
I cock my head. “Or you could do it,” I suggest, propping myself up on my elbows and arching my back slightly.
He gives me a dark, layered look. “If I touch you right now, I won’t be able to stop.”
“Is that a problem?”
He sighs, taking a step back as he looks away. His jaw clenches before he looks back at me, and he seems frustrated.
“I plan to savor you, Layla. If I touch you right now, I’ll fuck you into that bed and be done in seconds.” His hand moves to the bulge in his pants, palming it, and my mouth goes dry. “I’m pretty sure my first taste of you is going to make me come in my pants, so let’s ease off the other stimuli until I’m inside you, yeah?”
My lips pull into a rueful smile. “Oh really?” I slide one hand down between my thighs, and Orion stiffens as my fingers slide down my shorts. My middle finger begins to circle my clit over the material, and I let out a heady groan.
I know I’m not playing fair.
I know I’m teasing him and using his feelings for me to my advantage.
He steps forward, his hand dropping from the thick bulge in his pants. “Did I stutter?” he murmurs, reaching down for my feet and wrapping his hands around my ankles. He drags me to the edge of the bed, and a low growl rumbles through his chest.“I said,take off your clothes.” His command is assertive, his voice is low and guttural. “Don’t make me tell you three times. Consider this your only warning. I won’t be this lenient in the future.”
“No? I dunno, I kind of like being punished.”
His nostrils flare, but he doesn’t say anything at first. He only crosses his arms and stares down at me with that commanding presence.
My blood runs cold at the look in his eyes.
“Sorry, Master?—”
The instant the words are out of my mouth, he flips me over by my ankles so that I’m face down on his bed. He climbs between my legs, and I gasp when he fists the thin material of my bike shorts—and rips them apart. The stinging welts are exposed, and I inhale a sharp breath when he lifts my ass and props my knees up, exposing me to him completely.
His hand runs down my sensitive, sore ass, and my cheeks heat with humiliation. In this position, I’msoexposed to him.
It’s terrifying, but for whatever reason, it also turns me on. I shift my weight slightly, feeling the slick arousal between my legs catch on the ripped fabric of my shorts.
And then he spanks me—not too hard, but enough for my body to stiffen since he somehow managed to layer the sharp slap right over where he’d paddled me earlier.
“I said I was sorry,” I cry out, my face pressed against the rough linen material of his bed.
“And I gave you ample warning.” He smooths over the area with his warm palm, and it feels nice. “I’m going to make something crystal clear. If you do this with me, youwillobey. I have no time for brats.”
The word snags in my brain, and I think of what Zoe had told me once—that she’s a brat, and that Liam loved totameher. But that’s not me… I like submitting.
Right?
“I’m not a brat,” I say, panting.
“Maybe not, but you’re not exactly obedient, either, are you?”
I don’t argue.
