But he wouldn’t.
Not yet.
Tonight wasn’t about him—it was about showing her exactly what it meant to choose him, what it meant to submit to someone who knew how to handle her body and her trust. It was a slow, purposeful, sensual education she’d never mistake for vanilla again.
He pressed two fingers lightly to her lips. “Open.”
She obeyed, her mouth wrapping around his finger.
“Good girl,” he murmured, voice going rough. “Now suck.”
She did—eager, unhesitating—and the sight nearly undid him. He was used to savoring the tease, to taking his time, but with Emily spread and trembling, patience became punishment.
His cock throbbed against his zipper, demanding he quit playing and claim what was his.
He didn’t move, didn’t take, didn’t let go.
Instead, he dragged the wetness she’d given him across her nipples, circling each rosy point until they glistened. Then he rolled them gently between his fingers.
“You said the spanking made you hot,” he murmured. “It stands to reason other erotic pain might have the same effect.”
He increased the pressure, tugging ever so slightly. Her tongue flicked out to wet her lips. He gave her more pulling, rolling, pinching firmly. She didn’t protest. Instead, she arched toward him, offering herself.
Damn. She was perfect.
His hands moved lower, pulled aside the crotch of her panties, revealing glistening pink folds. His fingers stroked, and, unable to wait another moment, he bent and licked into her, savoring the slick, salty-sweet taste of her.
“Alec,” she cried.
He didn’t answer—just kept going, tongue working her, savoring the sounds she tried but couldn’t hold back.
She writhed, hips arching toward him. “Please...”
“Please what, baby?”
Her head rolled helplessly, struggling to find the words. That was fine for her first time. In the future, he’d have her articulate every need.
He slid a finger into her—tight, hot, clenching around him.
When he added a second, she cried out. “Yes. Oh god. Just like that.”
Her cry fractured as her orgasm hit—sharp, sudden, pulsing against his tongue. He held her steady, his mouth soothing her through every tremor.
She sighed, and he pulled his fingers free. When she opened her eyes and looked down at him, he brought them to his mouth. She gasped softly as he licked them, slow and deliberate, eyes locked with hers.
Then he offered them to her.
Her eyes flared wide, shocked, but she opened, taking them in, sucking, swirling her tongue, and lapping up her own juices.
She was being so good—open and trusting. But it was all he could stand.
Alec surged to his feet and yanked open his fly. He freed himself, paused the excruciating seconds it took for protection, then stroked once before he brushed the head across her lips.
She opened for him without reservation, and it was nearly his undoing.
He groaned as her mouth closed around him—hot, slick, eager. While she attended to him, he didn’t leave her out. His fingers sank into her again as his other hand threaded into her hair, guiding her rhythm, matching the thrust of his cock with the glide of his fingers.
Release built fast—too fast—but he wasn’t about to finish without her. He added his thumb, circling her clit lightly then firmer, syncing his thrusting hips with her rising moans.
