He chuckled darkly. Then he unbuckled his belt before pulling it out of its hoops so fast that it made a thwack noise, making me jerk in place. “What you’re aiming for is a red ass if you don’t do as I told you.”
A shiver of excitement shot through me, and I couldn’t help but to push him just a bit more. “And what was that?”
Wrapping the belt around his hand, he leaned over the bed and pinched my chin with his thumb and forefinger. “You know exactly what I said. Now be a good girl and show me what you let that filthy mutt touch.” He pecked me on the lips and stepped back, patiently waiting for me to obey him.
In any other instance, I’d push back. Okay, let’s be honest. Even in this instance, I wanted to defy his orders. Except the throbbing ache between my thighs told me the sooner I shut up and did as he asked, the sooner I could have him inside of me.
Emboldened by his words, I kept eye contact with him while I kicked one shoe off and then the other. Slowly — and I mean painstakingly slow because, come on, I wasn’t just going to obey him right away — I inched my shirt up my stomach. I enjoyed his eyes eating up every bit of skin I showed him before I pulled it up and over my head.
I tossed the shirt at his face.
Which he easily caught with a quirk of his brow. “Cute.”
His eyes lingered on my bra-encased breasts. So I reached down and unbuttoned my pants, laying back on the bed and shimming my hips until I could get them down my legs. Once they were at my feet, I slipped one foot out and flipped the pants in his direction, smacking him in the legs.
“That’s two, Jack. Want to go for three?”
He tightened the belt around his hand until the skin turned white. To anyone else, it’d look as if he were about to start throwing fists. That was until they saw how his pants tented in the front with each provocation. I knew I was walking on thin ice now, and there was only so much more I could push until he snapped and I paid for my actions.
I let my fingers curl beneath my panties, then paused. Without warning, I turned on my hands and knees, giving him my bare backside where my thong broke between my cheeks as Iunclipped my bra. I let it slide down each arm and then peered over my shoulder as I tossed it toward him.
I got no warning before his hand wrapped around my ankle and yanked me down the bed toward him. The smooth leather of his belt slid across my backside, the only warning I got before he lifted it and swatted me on each cheek.
Hard enough to sting but not hurt.
Sucking in a sharp breath, my butt pushed toward him, the sting just enough to get my blood pumping.
“Oh, now the brat wants more, does she?” Julian purred, letting the length of the belt drop between my thighs as he dragged it against my swollen folds, the texture of my panties rubbing against my swollen folds making me pant and moan.
“Julian,” I groaned, struggling to keep playing the game and not just begging him to fuck me.
The bed dipped behind me, and his belt was replaced with his hard, rigid cock grinding between my cheeks. A warm, rough hand wrapped around the front of my throat, his breath hot on my ear.
“Do you have any idea how crazy you make me?”
I licked my suddenly dry lips before croaking out, “I have an idea.”
His other hand cupped my breast in his palm, pinching the nipple until I whimpered. “You like driving me mad with worry, don’t you?”
“No, I—”
He slapped my nipple making me yelp. “Don’t lie to me, Jack. Or I’ll edge you until the sun goes down.”
A part of me knew that wasn’t something I would enjoy, and yet I was tempted, oh so tempted, to push him just a bit more. Having been training with each other most of our lives, we knew how far the other could go before we broke. Throw in the sex aspect, and I had a whole new set of fun buttons to push.
I opened my mouth to speak, but he cut me off first.
“Think about what you’re about to say, Jack,” he growled into my ear, his fingers flexing around my throat, his cock hard and long, rubbing so close to my entrance I could weep. “Do you want to play this game, or do you want me fucking that sweet pussy until you can’t think straight?”
A laugh burst out of me before it turned into a long moan as the hand on my breast slid down my body just shy of where I needed him. “Julian… I want… fuck… I need…”
“Are you going to be a good girl for me?” he murmured, his fingers finding that bundle of nerves beneath the lace of my panties.
My hips bucked against his hand, unable to answer him. His fingers sped up slightly before coming to a stop.
I whimpered. My hips undulated, searching for some friction to push me over the edge.
“I need an answer, Jack.”
