Page 53 of RAKEish

“Wait. You thought about this way back then?” The mere idea caused her to swoon. But then her brain reminded her of the game at hand. “Or are we still role-playing?”

He didn’t reply.

“Never mind. Dumb question.” His pivot reply had been nothing more than the perfect thing for her fantasy man to say. Nothing more.

“You’re thinking too much,” he said, moving his kisses upward.

“Or I’m not thinking enough.” She let go of the bedding and tried to think. To remind herself this was a one-night thing. “We’re just a couple of adults, having a dirty one-night-of-role-playing stand.”

“The only role I’m playing is that of a man lusting for a really, really bad girl.” His tongue emphasized each really by licking her clit.

She put her hands in his hair. “Oh baby,” she moaned. “I’m not just bad. I’m naughty.”

Her confession was rewarded with long languid licks, and sharp flicking licks, and licks that unglued her ability to do anything but writhe in hot, wet pleasure.

“Being naughty is so much fun,” she panted out. “I’ve never come being tongued.”

He sat up and settled his penis against her opening. “Naughty girls aren’t allowed to come until they’ve been punished.” With those words, he slid inside of her.

The air whooshed out of her lungs. “Holy mother of happiness, I’m so glad that thing hasn’t broken yet.”

He gave a half grunt, half chuckle. “I’m serious. Punishment first, then I’ll give you a holy-mother-of-happiness orgasm like none you’ve ever had. Do you understand?”

Yes, please. She pushed and wiggled against him. “I’m feeling so punished right now. Please, punish me more.”

“Not this kind of punishment,” he said, slowly thrusting.

“Then what kind?” she asked.

“The kind that leaves a red mark on your ass before you’re allowed to come.”

Her body shouted yes, please! But her brain wasn’t on board. He was, in the light of day, the enemy. “Nope.”

“Yes.” He continued thrusting at such a delightful angle she was pretty sure she was going to come before their argument resolved itself.

“What if I come anyway?” she managed to ask.

He stopped moving. “I’m in charge. You will only come when I say you can come. Do you understand?”

She moaned. And considered her options. Play by the rules, use her safe word, or have an orgasm and not let him know. She decided on the last option. “Fine.” Only he must have known her decision because he chose that moment to pull out.

He sat up. “Lay across my lap.”

She swallowed hard. “Are you serious?”

“Look at my erection. Do I look like a man who wanted to interrupt sex to punish a very naughty girl?”

Now that she knew what punishment entailed, she bit down on the urge to make another joke. “No—”

He stuck a finger inside her and then ran his wet digit over her clit. “Nor do you feel like a woman who wants to argue instead of taking her punishment so we can resume our night of pleasure.”

She huffed, sat up, and lowered herself over his lap. But only because he’d made a valid point.

His hand palmed her ass, and she squeaked.

“I haven’t done anything yet,” he said.

“If you let me skip the punishment,” she bargained. “I’ll play the part of your naughty Cinderella that you whisked away from the ball and let you come in my mouth.” Thank God he couldn’t see her face. Just saying those words made her feel…on fire.

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