Page 52 of Selfish Desires

Vincent’s eyes morphed to a midnight blue as the corner of his mouth lifted. “Tell me, angel. You know how I love it when you use your words.”

Heat rushed straight to my sex, readying myself to release the words I hadn’t dared utter. “I want to be punished.” My eyes shifted to the glistening pink rock on my finger, suddenly the weight of it holding my hand down against my thigh.

“Punished?” Vincent cocked an eyebrow and released a growl. He rose to his full height, looking down at me with a new, tantalizing glint in his eyes. “And why do you think you deserve to be punished?” His voice dipped an octave that sent shivers down my spine.

“I've been a very...distracted girl,” I muttered, my cheeks growing hotter under his intense gaze.

“Distracted, how?”

“With thoughts of you,” I confessed, growing bolder by the second. “With thoughts of...what we started that last night together before our time apart.” I swallowed. “And how I wish we had taken it further. How I wish you would have gone harder on me.”

Vincent's eyes darkened even more, his gaze never wavering from me. He reached out, tracing my jaw with his fingers, the touch so light it was almost a whisper. “Go to the bedroom and wait there for me.”

“What should I do in the bedroom?” I ran my nails along my bottom lip, trying not to tremble.

“You know what to do. You’re a smart girl, right?” Vincent’s head tilted slightly as he stepped away, granting me enough room to stand.

I nodded, biting my lower lip as I rose from the chair. I was a smart girl, and I knew exactly what he meant. I walked past him, my heart pounding like a drum in a parade. I could feel his gaze on my back, burning through my clothes and setting my skin on fire. Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I opened the bedroom door and stepped inside. Moonlight streamed through the open windows, bathing the room in an ethereal glow. My reflection stared back at me from the large mirror by our bed, my face flushed with anticipation.

I shed each layer of clothing, discarding it on the floor like a lost dream. I studied myself in front of the mirror in just my black lace thong. My curves were smoother and fuller than before he had left. My eyes hinted at a deeper desperation, a longing to be fulfilled. I peered at the ring on my finger, its glimmer only intensifying the wild flutter in my stomach. Vincent’s proposal had been a surprise, and so had his reaction to my unexpected request. But as I stood there, biting my lip, I realized I didn’t want anything else.

Suddenly, the door creaked open, and my heart leaped into a frenzied dance. Even in the semi-darkness, I could see Vincent standing in the doorway. My eyes dropped to the two items gripped loosely in his right hand: a red blindfold and a black leather paddle.

Vincent closed the door behind him, the latch clicking into place with a soft thud that echoed through the room. The subtle scrape of his footsteps against the wood was the only sound disrupting the otherwise silent night. It was this sound that made my body tingle, sending a pool of arousal straight to my pussy, the fabric sticking to my slick folds.

“You want to be punished,” he stated more than asked, his voice just a notch above a whisper as he moved closer. His shadow stretched long and lean across the room, merging with mine on the floor.

“I do,” I murmured, my eyes tracking his every move in the dim light. “I need to be.”

“Because you’ve been thinking about this for so long and haven’t been honest with me. Is that why?” He twirled the paddle next to his hip, the blindfold winding around his fingers as he closed the distance between us.

Was that why?

“Yes.” My eyes fluttered shut as his hand brushed a loose strand of hair away from my face. “I’ve always wanted to.”

He looked at me for an eternity, his gaze piercing as if reading my soul. Then, without breaking eye contact, he raised the red blindfold against my eyes. My heart pounded as a rush of adrenaline flooded through me as darkness enveloped my vision. The cool silk against my eyelids—the scent of Vincent’s musk mingling with the faint smell of leather—the sound of his steady breathing beside me. It was enough to make me break.

“You look so fucking perfect like this. If only you could see yourself,” Vincent whispered, his breath warm against my ear as his fingers deftly tied the blindfold behind my head. “And remember, if you want to stop, you know what to say.”

“I do.” My voice was barely audible.

He traced a finger down my cheek, his touch light yet firm. “Good. Because tonight, I'm going to make you beg.”

A shiver ran down my spine at his words, my panties now soaked. The leather paddle tapped lightly against my hip, drawing a short gasp from me.

“Not yet,” he chided gently. “Be patient.” Vincent’s fingers trailed down from my face to my exposed breasts, outlining the curve before teasing a hardened nipple. The sensation elicited a soft moan from me as he continued his lazy exploration of my body.

He stepped away from me without warning, and I could hear him move around the room. The lack of his touch left me feeling cold and exposed, and I squirmed slightly, aching for him to return.

I heard the soft rustle of fabric and realized that he was undressing. My heart pounded harder as I imagined him standing there naked with his strong muscular torso gleaming in the moonlight streaming through the windows.

Suddenly, strong hands gripped my hips from behind, pulling me toward him and spinning me around, pushing me down until my face was flush against the mattress. I gasped as his bare body pressed against mine. His stiff cock brushed teasingly against my ass as he leaned in to whisper in my ear, “Are you ready?”

“Yes.” My voice broke on the single word.

The first swat of the paddle against my ass took me by surprise, and I cried out, more in surprise than pain. But before I could react further, Vincent’s hand moved down to cup my drenched pussy, his fingers slipping easily through the slick folds. “That’s my girl,” he murmured approvingly. “So wet for me.”

He continued his merciless teasing, alternating between delivering sharp stinging blows with the paddle and plunging his fingers into my soaking wet pussy. Each swat pierced the room’s quiet while mingling with my gasps and moans.

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