Page 74 of The Breaking Point

I went to take a shower, the hot water clearing my head a little. But it didn’t help dissipate the thoughts of bending Grace over my knee and paddling her perky little ass.

I took hold of my cock and started stroking it as I imagined the lurid scene. I’d paddle her until she was dripping wet, her legs kicking with every hit, every slap. How quickly would her ass turn red? I’d bet money it wouldn’t take much.

I quickened my pace as I squeezed my cock. I gritted my teeth as I imagined delving between Grace’s thighs to find her pussy wet. Wet and juicy, just for me. She’d probably try to get me to rub her clit, but I’d want to torment her first.

Just like she’d been tormenting me.

I’d dance around her tight opening, my fingers just glancing her swollen clit, making her beg and cry out. She’d probably writhe so much I’d have to hold her down.

And then I’d spank her until she understood how she drove me crazy, how much I hated the power she had over me. I’d make her pay for making me want her so much that I’d jeopardize my career.

I’d paddle her one last time as she begged for mercy.

I came with a shout, my cum shooting all over the shower wall. I came until I felt like I’d emptied my balls.

Fuck, I’d needed that. But even as I dried off and got into bed, I still felt unsatisfied.

I knew I’d never be fully satisfied until I finished in Grace’s tight virgin pussy.

Coach had informed us that the entire team was expected to attend the gala the following night. Fortunately, one of the sponsors was a fashion house that had tuxes for all the players to wear.

The gala was going to be at a huge, fancy hotel in Manhattan. My only hope was the booze would be flowing freely.

I wasn’t excited to attend, but the second I saw Grace, I changed my mind.

Wearing a slinky black dress with a plunging back, Grace looked sexier than I’d ever seen her. Her hair was in a loose bun, tendrils framing her face. She wore only small diamonds in her ears.

She didn’t need jewelry. Her face, her silky, pale skin, the way she moved—all of those were miles beyond what any diamonds could do.

She was also wearing stilettos. Her shoes reminded me of the leather outfit she’d last worn to the Scarlet Rope.

“You look gorgeous,” I said, taking her hand and escorting her into the ballroom.

She blushed. “So do you. You definitely clean up nicely.”

“I never thought you’d wear a dress like that.”

Grace blinked. “Like what?”

I gestured vaguely. “Sexy. Low cut. The Grace I know would wear something that covered up.”

I realized that I sounded like I was scolding her. And maybe I was. I could tell how much her appearance made men turn their heads.

Jealousy gnawed at my gut. I hated the thought of any man making eyes at this woman. Atmywoman.

“You don’t like my dress?” Grace questioned, frowning.

“No.” I turned toward her, stopping us in the middle of the crowd. “I just don’t like other men looking at you.”

Her eyes brightened. “Oh, so you’re jealous? How lovely.”

I swore under my breath, but she just laughed.

Once again, I marveled at where this newfound confidence of Grace had appeared. What had I unleashed by giving in to her demands?

“I’m not wearing any panties,” Grace whispered.

I barely stopped myself from groaning aloud. “Not here.”

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