Those words echo in my thoughts, burrowing into the dark, locked places I’ve kept hidden for so long. They pulse life back into me. With Liam, I know I’ll never need the armor of a push-up bra or the hollow volume of gel cups again. I spent years believing my small B-cups were a deficiency—that I was somehow inadequate for lesser hands that only wanted more than my body was designed to give. For those hands? I was never enough.
But for Liam…
His eyes lift to mine. Soul-leveling. Heart-shattering. Every fiber of my being knows I’m not simply “enough” for Liam Donovan.
I’m everything.
“Breathe, Lexie.”
I exhale at the same time. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
“Do you like this, Luv?” He digs his fingers into the flesh, kneading my breasts, thumbing my nipples. My hips rise. “Like me touching your perfect breasts.”
Perfect.
“Mmm…please more,” I whimper, arching my back, thrusting my chest closer. “Sir,” I add.
He doesn’t hesitate. Just lowers his head and captures a nipple in his mouth. I hiss. Unable to resist, I rake my nails into his curly hair, keeping him at my breast. He sucks the tight bud, then teases it with his tongue in an arousing circle. Moving to the other breast, he gives it the same treatment, flicking the erect nipple with the wet organ.
Spasms pulse through me. Nothing else exists but us.
“Ohgodohgodohgod!”
I’m coming. Each bite and roll of his tongue to my nipples sizzles my blood, sparks every nerve ending, and rolls heat through my core. I’m bucking, writhing, and rubbing up against the cock caged behind his pants. It’s indecent—how I’m humping him, but I don’t care. I’ve never had a breast orgasm before.
“Hmm…” He rises to eye level with me, smile twisting into something dangerous and seductive. “Did you just cum from breast worship, Elexia Carter?”
Cheeks red-hot, I lick my lips and nod. Somehow, I manage not to shy away from him.
He kisses me again, tongue invading and decorating the inside of my mouth. I’m so exhausted, I can barely respond. Tremors shudder through my legs. So, why am I still holding onto him as tightly as possible?
Hovering above my lips, he tilts his head, not losing that dangerous smirk. “Do you think you can come from my belt on your pretty arse?” He pauses, clarifying, “Punishment and worship.”
I bite my lower lip, wondering if I’m turning fifty shades of red. At the same time that he cups my chin, I nod. “Yes, Sir.”
“There’s my dirty, gorgeous girl.”
Within moments, he’s lowered me to the floor and spun me around. I grip the bookshelf for dear life as he finally peels off my wet underwear. So achingly slow. I rise on my trembling tiptoes, lifting my feet one at a time for him. I’m not surprised when he inhales before pocketing them.
The next thing I hear is the sound of his belt. He sweeps it off and cracks it at his side. I jump. The marks he left on my ass are warm but not tender.
“Is this your first time, Darlin’?” The belt brushes my bare cheek.
Turning slightly to look him in the eye, I nod.
“Three strikes for each side. Two more each from me hand.” Pressing down on the back of my neck, Liam says, low and deep, “Whatever happens, don’t let go of the bookshelf. Can’t risk my belt catching those pretty hands and breaking your fingers.”
My insides clench, dripping more fluids onto the floor since my legs are spread.
A little rush of air is my only warning before the belt comes down. I jerk, breasts swinging a little. But I keep my hands on the bookshelf, gripping it for dear life, breathing through it. The red blooms. I’m not sure how I feel yet. The second one lands harder on my opposite cheek, like a wide lick of fire.
Cold air settles. My heartbeat thunders in my ears as I wonder when the next strike will come. Instead, it’s his tongue.
“Oh, holy moly fuck buckets!” I shriek as he licks and sucks the hot flesh, sweeping over every inch. Tingles erupt everywhere.
His tongue stops. He rises. I can’t help tensing. This time, the leather cracks, and I screech through clenched teeth.
