Page 60 of Playing a Player (Sweet Cravings 1)

"If I remember correctly, you're kinkier than you look."

"I'm not..."

He slapped my ass again. Fuck. The metal object slid down my ass and slipped between my legs, pressing against my wetness. I gripped the counter tightly. I was so aroused, and the coolness of the metal felt relieving against my aching pussy. "Oh God."

Rory laughed and moved the object back over my ass. "No you don't. You're not coming until I say you can." He slapped my ass even harder.

"Please fuck me."

"You know, I've been wanting to spank you ever since I met you," he said, ignoring my plea. He slapped my ass again and slid the metal object back between my legs, pressing hard against my clit.

My knuckles were turning white as my fingers pushed against the counter.

"When you want me, you really should just tell me." He spanked me again.

"I want you, Rory. Please, I need you!"

He slid the object back between my legs and pressed it hard against my wetness. And then suddenly the pressure was gone. The stool beside me squeaked against the floor. I opened my eyes and saw Rory sitting down next to me.

"All the best desserts are eaten with spoons. Don't you think?" He put the metal spoon into his mouth and licked off my juices.

Holy shit. I could hear myself panting.

He tossed the spoon and it clanged against the counter. "I thought I preferred you blindfolded and naked on your knees. But this just might be better."

I was suddenly very aware of my whore makeup and my exposed ass. My back was arched, just waiting for him to enter me. And all I could hear was my heart racing in anticipation.

He stood back up and caressed my ass where he had spanked me. I closed my eyes and tried to lose myself in the sensation. I had never been so aroused in my life. Every touch almost sent me over the edge.

He leaned over behind me and nipped my shoulder blade. The sound of my whimpering made me wince. How was he doing this to me? I pushed my ass against him. I could feel his erection through his jeans.

Rory groaned and grabbed my hips, pulling me away from the counter. He kissed the back of my neck as he pushed my dress up my waist and over my breasts. I lifted my arms in the air. He slowly pulled the lacy fabric off of me and dropped it to the floor. His hands ran back down my arms and he unhooked my bra. I quickly pulled the straps down my arms as his fingers slid down my stomach, stopping right below my bellybutton.

I whimpered again.

He kissed the back of my neck. "You like pushing my buttons. But it just so happens that I like punishing you." He bit my earlobe.

Punishing me?

His hands left my stomach and I heard the zip of his jeans.

Thank God.

He pushed me forward and I gripped the counter again. I heard the squeak of the stool again and looked over at him. He was completely naked, his erection even bigger than I remembered. He leaned back and put his elbows on the counter behind him.

"Rory..."

"I'm trying to decide how I want to fuck you. And where." His eyes lingered on my ass.

Where? It seemed like he was probably talking about somewhere in the apartment, but there was another possibility. I closed my legs slightly.

"I don't think you're ready for that, Keira," he said while still staring at my ass.

"I'll never be ready for that." My voice wasn't convincing. I was so horny I'd let him do anything he wanted to me. I stared down at his erection. Please fuck me.

He smiled. "Challenge accepted. But not right now."

I gulped.

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