Page 65 of False Confidence

“Exactly,” Jasmine replied, eyes twinkling. She reached back and picked up three toys: a beaded metal dildo, a slim lilac vibrator, and a clear glass dildo with a bulbed head. “Which one?”

“Are you using it on yourself or me?” Liam asked, resting his elbows on his thighs and leaning forward.

“Me. For now.”

Jesus. Liam sucked in a breath. “The glass one.” Jasmine dropped the others on the bed before rolling the head of the glass wand over her clit.

“You told me you could come just by watching someone else come,” she reminded him, and Liam tried to focus on her words and not on the glass he would very much like to replace with his mouth. God, it felt like a lifetime ago he’d said that, on the night of India and Bart’s wedding. It was funny when he thought about it. He’d spent years with India. Barely a month had passed since he and Jasmine had struck their deal, and he’d needed much less time than that to know he was going to be with her forever. He just needed to get her on board with that little plan.

“I did say that.” He watched her, licking his lips.

“Time to prove it, baby. No touching. Me or yourself.”

This was going to be fucking torture.

Jasmine dragged the toy over her skin, teasing her pussy. “Shit,” she said, barely pressing the head inside her. “I forgot lube. Care to help out?”

She didn’t need lube; he could see how wet she was from his chair, the glass dildo already glistening. But Liam knew what she wanted.

He rose slowly, Jasmine tracking his every movement as he stepped close to her and lowered his head.

“Don’t touch,” she warned and Liam had to ball his hands into fists to resist the temptation as he spat on her pussy. Jasmine whimpered, swirling the toy around his spit and pushing it inside her. Her name spilled from his lips, but she just raised a brow. “Good boy. You can sit back down now.”

Liam retreated to his chair, but not before shooting her a look that made it clear he would play by her rules now, but she’d pay for it later. Which was almost certainly her intention.

She made sure he was watching her before she continued fucking herself with the glass wand, as if he could look anywhere else. Liam’s eyes drank in the details—the rise and fall of her chest, the soft wobble of her stomach and thighs as she shook, her dark lashes fluttering, her teeth clamped around her lower lip. With her head thrown back and her back arched, she wouldn’t have looked out of place in a Courbet painting.

Jasmine gasped his name, and he knew she was close. Her breaths were ragged, her movements jerky, and he wasn’t fucking close enough to her. He stood and crossed the distance between them with one step, leaning over her, his hands on either side of her torso. Her eyes snapped open, hazy like a foggy morning.

“I’m not touching,” he murmured, though it wasn’t strictly true. He was leaning over her enough that his cock lay, painfully hard, on her stomach. Because he’d be damned if he came anywhere but all over Jasmine. His Jasmine.

From his new angle, all he could see was her face, and that’s exactly what he wanted. She whimpered his name and her whole body tensed. Her mouth fell open in a soundless scream, her orgasm ripping through her. Liam was so focused on her perfect face that his own orgasm took him by surprise. His elbows buckled, and he caught himself just in time to stop his body weight collapsing on her.

Jasmine gasped, staring down her own body in wonder as Liam came all over her stomach without so much as lifting a finger. “Holy shit.”

“I told you so,” he said, panting.

She swiped one finger through his cum and brought it to her lips. She sucked it, cum dribbling over her lips and spilling onto her chin. If she wanted him hard and even more desperate for her, it was working. But this was Jasmine, after all—everything made him hard and fucking desperate for her.

Liam stood up enough to take her in. She still had the glass wand inside her, and he wrapped a hand around the end, pulling it out torturously slowly. Jasmine moaned, her eyes widening when he brought the wand to his mouth and drew it between his lips. Liam closed his eyes, wrapping his tongue around the sweet, musky taste of her. The wand was warm from being inside her, and Liam couldn’t wait to replace it with his tongue, fingers, and cock.

Jasmine sighed, raising her arms above her head and stretching. His cum dripped down her stomach. She peered down, tutting. “Seems like such a waste.”

And they couldn’t have that. Liam dragged the toy through his cum and brought it to her lips. She licked it, swirling her tongue over the head and drawing it between her lips. Liam pulled it out of her mouth with a pop, swiping two fingers through the cum. He dragged it over her clit, her pussy, her asshole, covering her in it. He pressed his fingers inside her pussy, savoring her little whimper as he pumped them, using his cum to massage her G-spot. “Not a waste anymore.”

“Liam,” she moaned, fisting the covers, her whole body flushed crimson.

“Did you like pretending to have control, darling?”

Her eyes snapped open. “Pretending?” Her tone was mocking; Bratty Jasmine was back in full force. Perfect.

“You might have been holding the reins for a second,” he said, curling his fingers inside her and watching her back arch with a satisfied smile, “but it’s my cum you’re covered in. My fingers you’re clenching around.” He leaned in and pressed a kiss against the corner of her mouth. “It was my name you cried when you came. You really think you’re in control here?”

Liam pulled his fingers out of her pussy and shoved them in her mouth, laughing at her protesting growl. “Be a good girl and lick them clean,” he instructed. So, naturally, she bit him. He yanked his fingers back. The pain was fleeting, but it went straight to his cock. He was going to be ready to fuck her in no time.

“Oh, you’re going to regret that.”

He gave her a split second’s warning before he grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her down the bed. He tugged her to her feet, steadying her when she stumbled, blinking in a daze. She didn’t have time to fight against him as he sat back in the chair and immediately put her over his knee.

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