Page 69 of Dining for Love

“Fuck!” His eyes are wild with lust. “You’re going to pay for this, Willa.”

I preen. “I thought you said you liked being edged.”

He heaves a shuddering sigh and grits out, “I did.”

“Then what are you going to do to me, Officer?”

He narrows his eyes, his breath coming in pants. “Guess you’ll find out.”

“Is that a promise?” I crawl up his body, then lower myself so that his dick is almost touching my pussy. “Do you want to fuck me, Reid?”

He nods. “I do.”

“Do you want to come first?”

He shakes his head.

“Too bad.” And with that, I move down and suck him again, moaning against him as he yells above me.

When he tenses for what might be the fifth time, I keep going. Then I pop off and pump him, letting the ropes of his release fly onto his stomach, my eyes locked on his as he comes. When he finishes, he goes limp and closes his eyes. “Fuck me, Willa,” he murmurs. “You’re a fucking beast.”

I grin, more than a little satisfied with myself. “Stay there.”

“Kind of can’t move, sweetheart.”

“Oh yeah,” I giggle, then hop off the bed to get him a warm washcloth. Returning, I clean him and barely have the cuffs off before he snaps, tossing me onto the mattress and pinning me down.

I suck in a startled breath.

“I told you you’d pay for that, sweet Willa,” he growls, and his voice is full of sinful promise. “Did you not believe me?”

I shake my head. “I believed you.”

“Good. Now, find something to hold onto, because I’m going to make you scream.”

Fuck.

He lowers himself to between my legs and thrusts his fingers inside me without warning.

“Fuck!” I scream. Literallyscream.

“That’s right, Willa,” he says, then licks the sensitive bundle of nerves as he pumps his fingers in and out. “You’re going to come fast and hard.” Then he sucks at me, snaking his other hand up to pinch my nipple. The pain is sharp and intense, but the pleasure from his mouth and fingers overrides the sensation. I buck against his face, and in moments, he’s wrung an orgasm out of me, quick, hot, and bright.

“One.” His voice is low and dangerous.

I blow out a breath. “This isn’t the punishment you think it is.”

He doesn’t answer, just flips me over and smacks one of my butt cheeks.Hard.

“Ow!” I squeal. “Jesus!”

“That’s not my name, Willa.” He smacks the other side.

“Reid!” I hustle to say, then repeat it. “Fuck,” I moan, because now he’s yanked my hips up and is licking me from behind, the sting of the spanks already forgotten. I circle my hips, and he pulls away, planting another smack on my ass, then soothing it with slow, gentle circles of his palm.

“I told you that you’d pay for teasing me, Willa.” His voice is deep, animalistic. He licks me. “Did you think I was kidding?”

He rises. Another smack, followed by another warm palm rubbing at the sting. My heart races, and sweat beads on my brow. I think I like this.

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