Page 57 of Study Games

I slapped her again.

Same result, this time with sound. I got to witness it all again, but I was ready this time and delivered a double at the height of her arc.

That’s all it took.

Her mouth widened and I wished I was placed better because damned if I didn’t want to fill her swollen pink lips while her pussy wept fucking gallons as she came for me. A soft whining sound left her lips. I bent over her when she returned to Earth, playing gently with her stinging flesh, and pressed a kiss to her temple.

“Such a good girl. Four more to go.”

“Four?” she watched me owlishly as I pushed her thighs out with my knees, settling in.

I smiled gently. “Don’t worry. I’ll get the carpet cleaned afterward. Who knew such a beautiful, conservative biologist could squirt?” I gestured to the front of my jeans, soaked from her releases.

Her cheeks blazed as she writhed on the floor. I caught her hands, pinning them firmly, without doing further damage to her wound, and smirked, mentally adding humiliation to her kink list.

If she wouldn’t tell me what was on that list of hers, I’d go through them one at a time and knock them off myself. I had a feeling we’d bee–ha, pun–for a long damn time and that she’d be in a serious amount of drenched trouble before we were done.

Around the time the sun came up, along with her.

And maybe, if she was in a forgiving mood, she’d let me come, too.

I had no doubts about where I stood on the pecking order. But right now this was about letting her understand she had no boundaries with me and that I'd do anything for her, not break her.

Even if it took eight hours for that to happen.

Which was why I wasn't so sure how forgiving she’d be when that clock ran out.

“Let me up,” she spat, her cheeks whitening when she pulled against the bracelets my hands made around hers and realized they wouldn't budge. “This isn’t how tonight plays out, Palmer.”

I laughed at her, enjoying the honeyed scent of her arousal as it heightened. “Oh, isn’t it? You thought all the control would be yours, my Queen? Strange how things turn out when we don’t expect.”

Keeping my voice light and my gaze hooded, I worked my fingers into her drenched, tight pussy, playing with her rather than aiming to give her pleasure. Just using her as a toy, because the motion edged both of us, adding to the tease, and made her an object, keeping her in that strange headspace where she wasn’t sure how I viewed her.

A soft moan slipped from her lips before she clamped them shut. “Fuck you, Jax,” she whispered, her eyes glazing.

I tapped her clit in a series of short spanks, inhaling her cries and pants, but it wasn’t enough to get her off, and we both knew it. Her hips humped the air against my hand as I laughed softly at her efforts, toying with her and spreading her hot slick around. A single tear gathered at the corner of her eye and trickled along her cheek. I licked that up too, savoring the taste.

“Maybe I’ll fuck you when I’m ready.” I flicked silk rope out of my jacket pocket–something I’d kept around her for a while now, wondering if I’d get to use it with her or if she’d never play with me the way I wanted.

If I’d have to take what I needed.

From the whites of her eyes, we were down to that second option.

“Please, Jax,” she breathed, her pupils dilating. Arousal and fear were a heady mix for my girl. “I’m sorry I swore at you.”

I paused halfway through doubling the rope over with one hand, holding her down with the other–no mean feat–and let surprise ripple over my face. “Is that what you think will work? And here I thought tonight was all about begging.”

And it was. For me–not her. But she didn't need to know that detail just yet.

“I–” her determination, or maybe her new found confidence–failed her as she gaped at me.

I fought the urge to fill that pretty mouth with my cock yet again, suppressing my need to focus on her. “You’ve been so good, little Queen. Play with me a little while longer,” I whispered, binding her arms in a pretty set of gauntlets between her breasts that avoided her bandaged by artistic design. I wished I'd brought my paints with me, but I had something else in mind. A tug, and the sheer blouse she wore tore down the middle. She looked so damn tempting half dressed and half exposed so I left her like that, grazing my palms over her nipples and stroking the undersides of her breasts, smiling when she gasped her pleasure at the lightest touches.

“Fuck, you’re so damn beautiful,” I murmured reverently.

She stared at me like she’d never seen me before and let me finish the tie, closing her fingers gently around mine in a sign of trust. The tiny gesture nearly shattered me, knowing she didn’t give that easily. I pressed kisses along the sides of her bandages and rolled her gently onto her stomach, keeping a hand beneath her chin for support.

My other reached for the collection of mismatched, fluffy cushions that decorated the sofa. Those I tucked around and beneath her in a pasha collection, letting her rock until she was comfortable.

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