Page 28 of False Confidence

“Touch yourself, darling.”

She drew her lip between her teeth. “You first.”

Liam fought a laugh, shaking his head. “No. Do as you're told.”

Jasmine opened her mouth to protest, but her eyes snapped back to the laptop as the sound of a smack echoed from the speakers. When Liam followed her gaze, it was to see a woman holding her partner over her knee, smacking her ass. The woman being spanked writhed on her lap, and, defiance be damned, Jasmine slipped her fingers between her legs.

Her head dropped back against the pillows automatically, but she caught herself, forcing herself to sit up a little more so she could watch the couple on the screen.

Liam sat up and grabbed a spare pillow from the armchair, tucking it behind her head. She gave him a grateful smile before her attention turned back to the screen. A small whimper bubbled from her lips as she grazed her clit with her fingers. She spread her legs further, her calf colliding with his, and Liam swallowed as he watched her fingers moving over her body. Her deep purple nails were the perfect contrast to her pale skin.

She turned to look at him, staring pointedly at his cock and pausing her movements until he wrapped his fist around it. He almost winced at how sensitive he was. It wasn’t going to be easy to hold back.

Jasmine’s eyes darkened as she watched him draw his fist up and down his cock.

“Eyes on the screen,” he instructed, his voice gravelly. She rolled her eyes, but she looked back toward the screen.

Liam’s focus darted from Jasmine to the videos, watching her touch herself harder, faster, during the videos she enjoyed most. As expected, she slowed down during the threesome, and she actively wrinkled her nose at the video of someone jerking someone else off with their feet. It was so cute, Liam fought the urge to reach over and kiss the tip of her nose.

He made a mental note of the things she seemed to like most based on how hard she squeezed his hand.

Anal, spanking, impact play, bondage, degradation, and a little bit of gentle sadism.

It was as he’d expected from what she’d told him, but hearing her tell him what she was into versus seeing her reactions were two very different ballgames. And he had to make sure she wasn’t just telling him what she thought he wanted to hear. He’d had partners in the past who’d told him they were into the same things he was, and Liam had been able to tell within five minutes they were uncomfortable.

There was a fine line between pleasure and pain, and making someone come over and over again until they were begging and crying for mercy brought him more pleasure than anything else. But only if the other person was into it as much as he was.

Though Jasmine had been edging closer and closer to him throughout the videos she enjoyed most, her breath caught in her throat as she watched the man on screen slapping his partner’s cheek before softly stroking his thumb over the red mark, and, just like that, Liam knew it was game over.

He didn’t even have time to blink before she was on him, straddling his hips and cursing against his mouth as her tongue slipped between his lips in a fierce kiss. He groaned at the taste of cherry on her tongue. Jasmine pulled away, running a finger over the head of his cock, the videos playing in the background long forgotten. She positioned herself so she could drag her body along the length of him, and Liam had to fist the covers as the cool metal of her piercing glided over his cock.

Jasmine looked down at him with a wicked smile; she had the upper hand here, and she knew it. He’d made a terrible mistake thinking he could hold off—he was so fucking close already.

He grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her ass, and pulled her up his body until her knees were on either side of his face. But she sat up on her knees, too far away for him to get his mouth on her.

“Jasmine,” he warned. “Are you going to sit down and be good, or am I going to have to make you?”

“Hmm, decisions, decisions…”

“Option B, then.” Liam gripped her ass harder and pulled her down onto his face, closing his lips around her clit. Jasmine cried out, her hand slamming against the headboard. Whatever ideas she had to fight back died as Liam flicked his tongue over her clit, and Jasmine rolled her hips against his face, riding him. She was a fucking dream.

Her thighs trembled on either side of his head, her moans falling faster and breathier the closer he brought her to the edge. But Liam was serious about not letting her come yet. He didn’t think she was ready, but she was close.

He moved quickly, lifting her from his face and spinning them until she was lying on her back and he was pinning her to the mattress between his thighs. She tried to wriggle her way out, huffing indignantly, but Liam held firm. He reached behind him to grab his laptop from where it teetered precariously on the edge of the bed, closed it and set it on the nightstand beside Jasmine’s head.

As he leaned down to brush a kiss over her mouth, she stilled for a moment, breathing him in. She knotted her hands in his hair, holding him to her and stealing his breath. It was all a ploy, of course, to distract him enough so she could wriggle out from under him. But Liam saw right through her, his thigh muscles straining to hold her down.

“I think I learned everything I need to know,” he whispered against her ear, before calling on every ounce of self control he possessed and swinging his leg over her, and getting off the bed. “I like chamomile tea before I sleep—do you want some?”

Jasmine glared at him like he’d grown another head. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“What? It’s very calming, and it seems like you could use that.”

He laughed as he walked away, and Jasmine threw a pillow after him, cursing him out as it smacked him on the ass.

Liam was definitely onto something with the audiobook thing. Holy shit. Jazz had never had such a fun day at work. She’d spent the whole morning plugged into the audiobook he’d recommended—a dark, BDSM romance that hooked her from the first chapter. Was it a little weird to be sitting in Cal’s office, working away on her laptop while listening to a filthy audiobook his son had told her to listen to? Definitely, but as far as Cal was concerned, she was listening to a podcast.

Movement caught her eye and Jazz looked up, knowing who had just walked into the office before she’d even paused the book. Only one person made Cal jump to his feet that quickly, his eyes lighting up. They were like fucking magnets.

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