Page 113 of Ruthless Creatures
I grit my teeth and let my hand fly again. “You smug—”
Crack!
“—bossy—”
Crack!
“—overbearing—”
Crack!
“—cocky—”
Crack!
“—jerk!”
I stop, panting, staring at Kage’s butt. It’s turning a very satisfying shade of mottled pink. When I glance up at his face, his eyes are living fire.
“Feel better?”
“No. You didn’t count.”
“Yes, I did. We’re at five. I guess you were preoccupied.”
I let my gaze rake over his body, head to toe. He’s not straining to hold his arms overhead, but his breathing is rough. A fine sheen of perspiration has broken out along his brow.
His erection is now rock hard, jutting out from his hips and pointing toward the ceiling. A small dot of clear liquid glistens at the slit in the crown.
I don’t want this to be over so fast. We’re already halfway to ten.
I reach out and lightly stroke one of his red cheeks. His cock twitches. He sucks in a quiet breath and stiffens.
Running the tip of my finger over a raised welt on his butt, I watch in fascination as his cock twitches again, a little pulse from the base that travels up his rigid shaft and makes the crown quiver.
That little drop of liquid on top is calling my name.
I murmur, “Don’t move.” Then I dip my fingertip into the drop and slowly spread it over the crown in a small circle.
Kage obeys me and remains still, but he can’t help the small shudder of pleasure that goes through him at my touch. Or the faint moan that leaves his lips.
That sound jolts through me like electricity.
My nipples harden. A surge of heat rushes to my core. The surprising urge to drop to my knees and suck him off grips me, but instead I curl my fingers around his thick shaft and gently stroke him, tip to base and back again.
The skin on his cock is the softest of anywhere on his body. It’s like velvet.
Velvet stretched over steel.
When we make eye contact, it’s a snap of connection I feel in every cell.
He rasps, “Jerk me off with your left hand. Hit me with your right.”
“Oh, did you think you were in charge? This is supposed to be punishment, remember?” I grip his dick at the base. My fingers can’t reach all the way around it. “So here we go.”
Holding the base of his cock, I smack him on the ass four more times with the brush, pausing for a second after each one to let him count. When we get to nine, he’s breathing hard, flexing his hips against my hand, trying to pump into it. All the muscles in his stomach are clenched.
And I’m so turned on I might burst into flames.
