Page 79 of Roughing It

The knuckles of her hands are white from the vice-like grip she has on the side of the tub, and her legs tremble. Dropping to my knees behind her, I sweep my lips over her tender skin. Goosebumps erupt on her flesh, and she lets out a strangled whine and pushes back towards me, seeking more. I oblige her, my tongue grazing her pussy while my fingers skim between her thighs.

“Always so eager,” I whisper as I stand over her. Holding her hips, my cock brushes against her wet heat. I tease along her slit until I bump against her clit, and it takes all my willpower not to bury myself in her right then.

When I step back, my body aches to respond to the desperate groan Blakely makes at the loss of contact. Being with her is like being drunk in the best way: all heady buzz, pleasant warmth, and loss of inhibition.

I grab the adjustable shower head and tug it toward us, spraying her back with the warm water. Then I fiddle with the heat, dropping it by a few degrees, before positioning the spray over the mark I left on her ass.

I drizzle the cooling water against her skin for a moment more until the red fades to pink, and then I change the temperature back to normal. Blakely’s arms shake. Her muscles andjoints must burn from the exertion of staying bent over for so long, but she holds firm.

Strong. Stubborn. Spirited.

There’s a reason I call her Spitfire.

“Lay on your back and spread your legs.”

Blakely does as I direct without question, though she quietly moans as she moves. Her quick compliance fuels the depth of my want for her. It’s not that I have to have control to get off, but the trust it takes for someone to let you lead them to their pleasure is a feeling you can’t replicate. I don’t doubt things would be fucking amazing without any kind of play, but this adds another layer for me. And given the look on her face, it does for Blakely, too.

She rests her head against the basin of the bathtub and splays her legs over the sides. My gaze fixates on the way she’s spread before me. I stroke myself, committing this moment to memory—her desire-filled eyes, her open mouth, her panting chest, her small patch of curls, her silken lips. Fucking perfection. I hold the shower head and position it so the stream hits her on that sweet button between her legs, making her squirm.

“Stop moving.”

She freezes and gazes up at me, hungry eyes burning for me, for her release. Fuck, I’d give her the moon if she asked.

“Only good girls get to move. Naughty girls have to stay still until their punishment is over. Understand?”

She licks her lips and nods. “Yes, I understand.” Her voice is breathy, and her muscles constrict as the water pulses over her clit and core.

Locking the shower head back into its holder, I kneel between her splayed legs. I seize her hips and hoist her towards my mouth before placing a kiss on her pubic bone and running my nose down her folds. Nothing but a feather-light caress.

She wriggles, but I give her thigh a sharp nip before tightening my grip. “I said no moving.”

“I don’t think I can hold still.”

“Oh, you can. If you want to come, you’ll stay still until I tell you to move.”

“Ye-yes, sir.”

Fuck. The sir. Gritting my teeth, I groan. Sliding one arm beneath her ass to steady her, I move my free hand until I can slip a finger into her pussy. The way she bites her lip, fighting to keep from bucking against my hand, has me praising her.

“So perfect, Blakely. Look at you. All sass and sex and sweetness.” On the last word, I lick around her clit, my tongue lapping up every drop she gives me.

Deeper, I search inside her, hunting for that little spot that will make her break. I want to leave her shattered. To be the one who wrecks her and the one who gathers all those fragments and puts her back together.

She squeezes her eyes shut and makes noises that would have neighbors calling the cops. Good thing we don’t have any out here.

It’s time to up the ante. I lift her higher, teasing her clit before closing my lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves and sucking.

“Hudson, I…”

Lifting my head, I grin. “I know, but you’re still being punished, remember?” My tongue delves into her pussy, searching out the wetness building there. Her thighs twitch, and her walls tighten, so I pull back, removing my fingers and mouth from her altogether.

“No! Hudson! Please, please!”

“Have you learned your lesson, naughty girl? No more tricking me?”

“Yes! Fuck! I’ve learned my lesson. Please make me come!”

At her pleading, I lower my mouth to her pussy, licking and loving her. Two fingers plunge into her warmth, curling in a come hither motion. I love the way she feels, the way she tastes, the fucking delicious noises she makes while at my mercy. I raise my head long enough to give her permission to move.

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