Page 65 of Dearly Unbeloved
“Open your eyes, Sierra. Turn your head the other way,” she commands, and I immediately do, sucking in a breath. She’s angled us so we’re framed perfectly by the mirror.
Rose brings her hand down on my ass with a gentle smack.
“Fuck,” I curse, squirming in her lap. “Am I being punished?”
She laughs, rubbing her hand over the spot where she smacked me. “Punishment implies you wouldn’t enjoy it. And you’ve been a good girl. This is a reward.”
She spanks me again, still softly. Too soft.
“More. Harder,” I beg, torn between squeezing my eyes closed because it’s too much, and watching in the mirror.
Rose hums. “What do you say if you want to stop?”
“Red.”
“If you want to slow down?”
“Yellow.”
“And if you like it?”
This time, she doesn’t hold back as she smacks me. Thesound reverberates, mingling with the hoarse cry of her name as it escapes my lips.
“Well remembered,” is all she says before branding my skin with her palm, over and over, left, then right, until I’m a trembling, sticky mess on her lap.
She nudges my legs apart and, with a softer hand, smacks my pussy. For the first time, I fight against the ribbon tying my wrists together, needing to grab something, hold on to something to see me through the waves of pleasure creeping closer.
Rose rubs between my legs roughly, relentlessly, and I think I black out for a split second, because I blink and our reflections come into focus, and she’s pulling the dildo we picked up at the toy store out of the mystery bag. It’s like it was waiting there just for us, just for me—a rosebud tip with thorn-shaped ridges winding down the shaft. Rose presses the tip against my entrance, and I whimper.
“Okay?” she asks, and I nod.
“Mhmm. I can take it.”
“Of course you can.” Her voice is soft and soothing as she presses the rose inside me, slowly, then all at once. My nails bite into my palms as I clench my fists. My body fights to move, not to get away, but for more. More, more, more. Rose obliges, pulling the toy out and sliding it back in, every thrust a little faster, a little harder. The thorny ridges feel like heaven, striking every nerve ending inside me like a match and setting me ablaze.
With her free hand, Rose slaps my clit, and I explode. The orgasm that takes over me is demanding, forcing me tofeel it over every inch of my body. My moans turn into cries until I hit a peak, and the sound is stolen from my throat.
Rose slows down, gently circling my clit and drawing the toy out of my pussy, letting me float down from the high, light as a feather. My brain is quiet, my body limp, and, right now, I can’t remember what stress feels like.
A gentle hand runs through my hair before Rose leans down to kiss the top of my head. And, for a second, I forget that she doesn’t want me like I want her.
31
ROSE
I folded your laundry because I was looking for my blue crewneck. Don’t think I haven’t noticed you stealing it. - S
P.S. It smells good after you’ve worn it.
Ispin around, taking in the wall of brightly colored bricks and boxes of all shapes and sizes.
“Is this a LEGO café?” Jazz asks, mirroring me.
“Sure is. We each pick out a set and build it. I figured it wasn’t a good idea for us to do anything competitive, given, well, our personalities.”
Xan stands by the door, his hands in his pockets, looking nervous, like we might not like the activity he planned. He insisted on being the first one to plan a sibling day out, since he’s the oldest, and Jazz and I gave him free rein.
“Sounds fun,” I say, though I can’t remember the last time I built a LEGO set—if ever.
