“That was a word,” he says gruffly, smacking my ass so hard I cry out and jump.
“Mango,” I say playfully. That gets me another hard smack.
“Apple.” The next smack is so hard it stings. And I like it.
“Carnivorous,” I say softly, bracing myself.
Jude spanks my ass as he runs up the stairs, not stopping until he dumps me on the bed. He immediately grabs the waistband of my yoga pants and jerks them off in one second flat.
My body warms under his hungry gaze. As he unfastens his belt buckle, I get on my knees and turn around, showing him the back of my panties.
“You like?” I shake my booty a little, and he groans with approval.
“Fuck, babe. That’s hot.”
I reach for the ribbon at the small of my back. “Want me to untie it?”
“Don’t you dare.”
His pants drop to the floor with a thudding sound.
“No ropes tonight,” he says in a low tone. “Tonight, you’re gonna be as still and silent as I tell you to, because if you don’t, I’ll stop whatever I’m doing.”
I give him a sultry smile over my shoulder. “I’ll try.”
“I mean it. This is the only place I get to own that sassy mouth of yours. Comply, and you get to come. Or…you can try to be a better girl in the morning.”
I moan softly, my skin hot and my core achy. My body has never responded to anyone or anything the way it does to Jude. I’ve been conditioned by his deep, sexy voice and hard, unyielding body. My husband isnotall talk.
Once his clothes are off, he walks over to the bed and stands at its side, grabbing my hips to move me so I’m kneeling on the bed in front of him, facing away from him and leaving my ass at his mercy.
I’m expecting a good, hard spanking. My skin tingles in anticipation of it. Instead, he brushes his fingers across my skin gently.
The unexpected lightness of it sends a shiver down my spine. He slowly caresses every inch of me, reacquainting himself with my body.
When he gathers my hair into his fist and tugs me into an upright position, I gasp and moan simultaneously.
Putting a knee on the mattress, he leans in and kisses the back of my neck, his hand still wrapped around my hair. He pulls my head back and kisses my shoulder, nipping at my skin until I whimper.
“Not another sound,” he whispers in my ear, “until I give you permission to make one.”
I exhale deeply as his free hand glides down my bare stomach, his fingers dipping into the waistband of my panties.
“Mmm…missed me, didn’t you, babe?”
He slides his fingers across my wet clit, groaning. His warm breath against my neck makes me pant as I force myself not to moan or cry out.
My back arches as his fingers move in and out of me, nearly sending me over the edge every time they circle my clit. He stops after just a few seconds every time, though, leaving me breathing heavy and silently begging for more.
Every nerve ending in my body is firing as he takes me to the brink and back over and over. I don’t even consider begging for release, because I know he means what he says about stopping.
This is the one place I love ceding control; he’s the only person I’ve ever wanted to cede it to.
“You want a nice hard fuck?” he asks, tugging on the ribbon at the back of my panties. “Just tell me if you do.”
He’s playing with me. If I say yes, he’ll stop. Butdamn, is it hard to stay silent right now. I bite my lip and force myself not to speak.
Jude makes a low sound of amusement as he unties the ribbon and slides the panties down my thighs.
