And like I’ll die if he ever lets me go.
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JAMIE
I can’t get enough.Of her. Of being inside her.
Late in the night, I position Sauce facedown over a bolster in four-point restraints that have her limbs forming anXand lay a black leather strap in front of her face.
“Ready for your punishment?”
Her teeth bite down on her full lower lip in a pose that vacates most rational thought from my mind. She is so fucking luscious. And has natural instincts for falling into a scene.
When she doesn't speak, I slap her ass a few times with my hand, raising color to warm her up.
“You can’t listen to Ashling instead of me without paying for it.” Picking up the strap, I make it sway.
Her voice is a hoarse whisper. “You’re not playing fair.”
“Never said I would.” I stroke her spine with the strap. “I’m not sure you want me to. Let’s find out.”
The first pair of sharp spanks causes her to clench and cry out.
I pause, waiting to see if she’ll use her safeword. Or stop grinding her pelvis in that telltale way, conveying how aroused she is.
Continuing in a steady rhythm, I watch her ass turn bright red as marks bloom over her flesh.
When it’s time for her to stop me, she doesn’t. Sauce must not realize she should, even though from the shaking of her shoulders I can tell she’s breaking down.
I lay the warm strap across her back, surrendering the game. Sawyer can be stubborn as fucking hell.
“Look at me, Cranberry Sauce.”
When she doesn’t move, I grasp a handful of her hair, raise her head and turn it for her. I’m not rough, but there’s no way she could resist, either.
There are tears spilling down her cheeks, but she presses her lips between her teeth, refusing to make a sound beyond the sniffling.
My thumb brushes away a tear that tracks down her cheek. “We’re done.” I catch a drop on my fingertip and suck it off. The salt dissolves on my tongue, and I wonder why I like it. “You could’ve stopped me anytime. You remember the safeword, right?”
After a nod, she whispers, “To hell with that.”
My brows rise. Whatever sets some people apart and makes them hard to break, she has it. A willingness to play with fire… and never regret it.
The obsession I’ve barely been keeping at bay can no longer be denied. There is something inside Sawyer that I have to have.
Leaning closer, I give her a slow kiss on the mouth as I release her from the restraints. “If we aren’t careful, hell may be exactly where we’re headed.” My throbbing cock is impatient to fuck her again, but I can’t shirk my responsibility to provide some aftercare.
Rising, I go to the nightstand and grab the soothing lotion. After squeezing some onto her, my hand drops to massage it into her flaming cheeks.
With a hiss of pain, she pushes my hand away and rolls onto her right hip, so her swollen ass is out of reach.
“It’ll make you feel better, Sauce.”
“I feel fine,” she lies.
After a moment, I set the bottle on the nightstand. “When you change your mind, let me know. Until then…” Grabbing her shoulder, I force her back onto her stomach and push her knees apart so I can kneel between them.
“Are you serious?” Her voice is laced with righteous skepticism.
