Page 81 of Bared Betrayal
“You like that?”
Truth be told, I want to cane her, to add more marks to the ones that were already fading. But after last night, I need her to know she has a choice. She always has a choice, and by letting her choose, it’s fun for me, too—the idea of her deciding in which manner I’ll break her body apart is fucking thrilling.
She lets out a whimper when I touch her clit. “Which is it, little girl? Do you want to keep my cock warm while I suck on your tits, or do you want the world to see you being caned?” I tighten my grip around her throat. “Do you pick pleasure and being treated like my little princess, or pain and getting fucked like my whore. Choice is yours.”
Twenty-Two
KALLIE
“Get on your knees,”he demands with a swift slap to my ass.
I immediately drop to my hands and knees, my pulse racing and insides coiled tight. He grabs the back of my neck and presses my face down to the plush carpet, with my ass high in the air.
“I need to go get a few things from my apartment,” he says. “You will stay right here like this. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” I answer.
“Do. Not. Move.” His hand comes down hard on my ass, spanking me twice, then after a moment adding another smack to my pussy. I press my head down farther and try to suppress a whimper.
“Good girl.”
The second he leaves, the thought of disobeying him crosses my mind. I’m feeling rebellious, or maybe more curious, wondering exactly how he’d punish me.
I consider the risk for a moment, wiggling my toes as the carpet threads start to press into my knees. What could he do to me if I disobey? It won’t be physical pain. He knows I crave it. So how would he discipline someone who gets off on being tortured with a whip and cane?
He won’t let you come.
Shit.
Of course that’s what he’d do. He’d edge me, and I would surely fucking die. Death by not-coming. How’s that for a headline?
It feels like forever before I finally hear footsteps coming down the hall.It better not behousekeeping.
“Good girl,” Gabriel says, walking into the room, and I let out a sigh of relief. “Stand up.”
I follow his order and lift a brow when I notice he’s dressed—his jeans hanging low on his hips and black tee hugging the defined contour of his chest.
He grabs me by my hair and kisses me, his mouth tasting like mint, his tongue sweeping through my mouth. I gasp when he grabs my wrist, twists me around, and forces me to bend over the light oak desk.
“Keep your feet flat on the floor and spread these legs as wide as you can.”
I inch my legs apart.
“Wider,” he snaps, and I press my heels into the carpet.
He slips his knee between my legs and forces them apart even more. “That’s better.” He lets out an appreciative moan. “God, I want to fuck this ass of yours again.”
I’m already a whimpering mess when he leans over me, peppering kisses all along my spine, then starts to drag something hard and cold through my slit—forward, backward, and…Oh, God…inside me.
“No lube required today, I see.” He licks across my lower back. “Your pussy is getting this plug all slicked up and ready to be buried in your tight hole. You want that, baby girl?”
I’m so close. I’m so fucking close, my core is already twitching with the need to come, and his dirty mouth isn’t helping me to control it.
I fist my hands, turning my face and pressing my forehead against the hard wood, pinching my eyes closed and panting, desperately trying not to come.
His finger reaches my clit. My legs are shaking and I’m calling out, but he doesn’t relent, he doesn’t stop. The pressure is building in my core, and I am doing all I can not to let it force me into being bad.
There’s a light clicking sound behind me, and the plug in my pussy comes to life, vibrating against my inner walls, and I can’t stop it. I come so hard, I scream out his name, cursing as my body quivers with pleasure.
