Page 43 of Dangerously Tempting

She squeals as I roll on top of her, pinning her body beneath my weight. She tries to get my nipple again, but I jolt back, grabbing her hand to pin it above her head. I free the other arm from between us to pin it as well and then narrow my eyes down at her.

“I think you need a reminder of who’s in charge here.”

“Is that so? I didn’t hear you complaining when I had your dick in my mouth.” She grins up at me and I growl.

“We’re going full brat today, then, hmm?” I shift her wrists into one of my hands and then use the other to push up under her shirt and her bra, where I pay her back with her own nipple pinch. I hold it as she gasps, arching her back off the blanket. “Brats don’t get to come.”

“Well what do brats get?” she challenges, and I move over to her other breast, pinching that one too, giving it a tug that has her hissing through her teeth. She sucks in a breath, and it’s like I can see the smirk in her eyes over what she’s about to say. “Is this the part where you give me a safe word I won’t need?”

I chuckle darkly, shaking my head while I look down at her. “Don’t think I don’t see what you’re doing, kitten.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she says innocently, fluttering her lashes at me.

I reach down, unbuckling my belt and pulling it from the loops with one hand, still pinning her hands above her head. I shift my weight, so I know she can’t get out from beneath me, and then wrap the belt around one of her wrists, looping it through the buckle between both hands and around the other wrist and back through the buckle before pulling it tight. “I would suggest you pick that safe word. Just in case.” I can’t help the smirk that pulls at my lips, because she has no idea what she’s unleashed.

She rolls her eyes, so I shift my weight off of her, rolling her onto her stomach. I place my left hand on her back to keep her still, then pull back my right and slap her ass cheek hard enough I know she feels the sting through her jeans. She gasps, squirming, and I pull back and give the other cheek the same treatment.

I lean over her, putting my lips close to her ear as I growl, “Pick. A. Word.” She squirms beneath my hand and I grin as her ass flexes as she squeezes her thighs together.

“Meat loaf,” she blurts, and pause.

“Like the band?”

“I’d do anything for love, but I won’t do that,” she shrugs. “Thought it was fitting.”

I can’t help but laugh. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

She shakes her head as I shift down her body, making her lift her hips a bit so I can reach under her and undo her pants before working them down her legs. I pause to remove her shoes so I can fully take her pants off, tossing them off to the side. I crawl back up her body, draping myself over her without crushing her under my weight, and drag my teeth across the back of her neck. She shudders beneath me.

“Seems that the brat has fled already,” I rumble against her ear. “Or is she still here?” She presses her ass up into my crotch, and I can’t help but roll my hips over her a few times to tease her, even though I can’t feel a damn thing through my jeans. I squeeze her hip, forcing myself to focus, and pull away from her.

I lift off of her and then pull her hips up, pushing her knees beneath her because I just know she’s not going to comply right now. She pulls her arms under her, too, so that they’re tucked underneath her chest, her cheek pressed to the blanket. I shift to her side so that she can see me, and I can watch her face. I grab the ass cheek closest to me, giving it a squeeze before I give it another slap and her eyes widen slightly.

“I know my good girl is in there. What do you think it will take to bring her out?” She rolls her eyes again, so I spank her harder. “Where’d that smart mouth go?”

“It could be on your dick, but here we are.”

“Oh, don’t you worry, kitten. That’s not off the table. You’re the only one here who’s being denied an orgasm.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” she says, narrowing her eyes at me. I just grin, running my hand up and down her butt cheek to soothe it. “Jameson, I don’t like to be teased.”

“It’s a good thing you’re not being teased, then. You’re being punished. Good girls get orgasms, brats get punished.”

She opens her mouth to say something else bratty, I’m sure, but I silence her by pulling her panties to the side and sliding a finger inside her. She stills, her eyes falling closed, and I add another finger as I work her, caressing her lower back with my other hand.

She starts to push back into my fingers, and I smirk. “It’s a shame, really. I think my good girl is hiding just below the surface, wanting to come out, but the brat won’t let her.”

I curl my fingers, hitting her g-spot, rolling over it again and again until she’s shaking beneath my hand, groaning, her toes curling, and then pull my fingers away. This time when she pushes back there’s no hand for her to sink onto, and she growls in frustration.

“You’re being an asshole,” she groans.

“I’m just making a point.” I slowly pull her panties off, so they pool at her knees. “You know what it takes to get an orgasm now. Do you think you can do it?”

Her jaw clenches and she says nothing. I slap her clit, just hard enough to get her attention, and she gasps, jolting forward a bit on the blanket. I’m already there, pushing my fingers inside her again, when she opens her mouth to tell me off, I go straight for her g-spot again and a moan falls from her mouth instead.

“Are you going to be my good girl so you can come?” She turns her face into the blanket, groaning out her frustration, not answering me. “Come on, kitten. Let me make you drench this blanket with that sweet pussy.”

She moans, pushing back onto my fingers again and I still. “Yes.” She says it so quietly that I almost miss it.

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