Page 40 of Holiday Power Play

So yeah… I want to relinquish control. I want someone else to have a plan. And Trevor Sincaid, as irritating as I find him to be, just flipped the script on me.

“You’re sure?” he asks one more time.

“Yes,” I whisper, my eyes covered by the silk of my top, hands and ankles bound and ass out for him. “Do it.”

He swats my backside and the pain, stinging and fierce shoots across the nerves on my body. My core pulses and my breathing grows ragged.

“I’m going to do it, again. Are you okay, Angel?”

Angel. Not little grinch. Not Vance’s sister.Angel.

“Yes,” I whimper.

I don’t mean for my voice to sound like that. But I didn’t know how badly I needed this, until this very moment. To just be wanted, taken, completely worshipped.

His hand swats my other cheek and I lurch forward on the couch. That one was louder, and I wonder if we’re being too loud.

The last thing I want is for my brother to come down the hall to find us like this.

I would never be able to live down that humiliation.

Trevor’s hand rubs the spot where he just hit. “Your skin is so perfect,” he whispers to me in awe.

It’s just loud enough that the roaring fire behind us, nearly drowns him out. His other hand comes up and rubs both my cheeks. I love the feeling of his calloused hands on my skin. Hot and rough.

“Do it again,” I say into the darkness.

He does, swats me two more times, rubbing both cheeks again and this when he finishes he reaches up and pinches my nipples, the pain of my ass being spanked combined with the sensation of his fingers on my nipples makes gasp.

“Does that hurt?” he asks, concern lacing his voice.

“No,” I breathe. “It feels so good.”

He moves one hand from my breast and slides it in between my thighs finding my throbbing clit and spreading my arousal over myself. “You’re so wet, Angel. I love feeling you like this.”

My body relaxes at his touch and I moan my pleasure, ever so lightly.

“We can’t be too loud,” I say, mostly to myself.

“No,” he chuckles. “We can’t.” He picks up the pace and I can feel my orgasm building, about to slam into me. It’s like riding a wave and knowing you can’t stop until it’s crashed against the shore.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he says, his lips are on my ass again and I can feel him sucking my skin into his mouth as his fingers work magic.

The sensation sends me over the edge and I buck against his hand, grinding down hard as I drench him in all my arousal, my face planted into the couch cushions as I catch my breath.

My god, that was amazing. And I don’t want it to end. I need more.

“I’m not done with you, Lana. If you come all over my hand so beautifully, I can’t wait to see how you take my cock, Angel.”

“Mmmm,” I hum against bound hands.

“Is that what you want? To come all over my cock?” The sound of his voice, thick with need sends shivers up my spine.

“Yes,” I say.

“Yes, what, Angel?”

“Yes… I want to come all over your cock,” I say.

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