“Okay,” I said.
Gavin leaned in and gave me a soft kiss as he locked my other hand in the cuff. Secured and wholly his. He stood back and started rubbing my thighs up and down, that smirk lifting his lips once more.
“So,Chloe… Are you ready to play?”
CHAPTER ELEVEN - GAVIN
“YES.”
I stifled a groan at the word, at the whispered way she said it, and I leaned in to kiss her fiercely before hauling her into my arms and then throwing her over my shoulder. A high-pitched squeal escaped her, along with my name, and I smacked her ass with such force that she flinched. A greedy moan came from her mouth in response to the sting, making blood rush to my cock as I imagined what even more might do to her.
I tickled my hand across her reddening cheek, squeezing that soft flesh, and then I spanked her again upon crossing into the bedroom. I threw her on the bed with a bounce, noting that smile on her face beneath her silky black hair. As I let her go and stood back, I took in the sight of her in that lingerie again.
Thatfuckinglingerie.
Gods, I’d nearly forgotten myself right then. Had nearly thrown all intentions of teasing her out of the window. The way the black straps on her stomach and hips creased in her skin, how her cleavage heaved behind that bra, the stockings—fucking Styx, thestockings—they wrapped her thighs like beacons telling me where to taste her first.
I needed to bite down on something and scream out my frustrations just to keep myself from breaking down and taking her like some sort of untamed animal.
I had to slow down.
She rolled her head, her hair sprawling around her, and I sat on the edge of the bed. She gazed up at me, clearly confused, and I patted my thigh without a word, beckoning her to sit on it.
Chloe looked like she might argue as she sat up on her knees. “What—are you actually going to spank me?”
“Come here.”
Her brows knitted, but she shuffled hesitantly in my direction. There was a delight in her gaze when she paused at my side. I wondered if she knew she shouldn’t be enjoying this, and she was anyway.
What a fucking treat.
“Did I do something wrong?” she asked innocently.
I grabbed her by the throat and yanked the handcuffs, pulling her forward so that she was merely a breath from my face. She gasped, and I loosened my grip on her neck to wrap up around her jaw instead, feeling my smile lift at her pupils, seeming to blow with both surprise and desire.
“You thought I was joking earlier…”
Chloe swallowed, tongue darting out over those plump red lips. “Yes,” came her breathy response.
I resisted sucking her tongue between my own lips or biting that gorgeous pout. “Did you think you could be such a bad girl and get away with it?” I asked.
Her breaths were getting heavier, that delight waning just slightly from her eyes and turning into a deep lust, an almost fearful lust, but she didn’t respond. My chuckle sounded more sadistic than I’d planned as my fingers tightened on her face.
“Answer me, baby,” I said.
“Yes,” she said eagerly.
My grip relaxed on her cheeks, and I scoffed softly. “Gods, you’re even fucking cute when you’re scared,” I said.
As my eyes traveled over her, I noted the squeeze of her thighs, the tremble of her arms, and the almost purse of her dry lips, and I wondered how much wetter she was just from that. I released her face, stroked her reddened skin, and gave her a fleeting kiss that she leaned forward for again as though she wanted more.
“Over my knees like a good girl.”
She held my gaze as she stretched her arms in front of her, rising on her knees, and then she sank her outstretched arms over my lap to the mattress. Her ass wiggled in the air, making me stifle my own stiffening cock at her bent over and waiting.
I wanted to take a picture of how fucking perfect this was.
I dragged my fingers through her hair, my other hand grazing teasingly across her ass. My wrist flicked with the first slap, and Chloe jumped.
