Page 10 of Cupid's Naughty Elf

“Liam, I?—”

“Take what I give you so well. You’re motherfucking perfection.” Those last two words...God, his praise has such a powerful effect on me. Add to that the next strike; three full hand slaps that heighten every sense in my body before pleasure dominates my senses. I go from breathless shock to sharp pain and then all-consuming heaven within seconds.

My hips jerk with uncontrollable movements; I’m nearly riding the stitching while vibrating with the need to come when...

He stops and then steps back.

I haven’t made a single sound of protest during his punishment, and right now, I want to rage. Liam knows this. He makes a shushing sound before softly patting the abused skin where thigh and ass meet, and I nearly purr in satisfaction. The skin is sensitive, and every stroke of his hand feels like heaven, keeping me right on the edge, but as I lean my body into his touch, he groans.

“Don’t be greedy,” he says, while my bottom lip hurts. I’m embedding my teeth in deep, biting back every demand on my tongue. That he makes me come. That he let me return the favor on my knees.

I need you.

Instead, Liam admires his handy work...

Flesh hot, my thighs press together while I try to shift and ease my mounting frustration and need. To maybe recapture that elusive release that’s slowly trickling into nothing the longer he doesn’t touch me.

I’m wanton and almost vibrating out my skin.

It’d take so little to come, but instead, Liam’s hand retakes its place on my neck and with a firm grip, pulls me to stand. His front molds against my back. He’s breathing heavily, and the hard length pressed into my back gives a flex. “Three.”

Three?“What does that even mean?” There’s a bit of a pout in my tone mixed with annoyance at being denied when we’d been so close. I don’t care about the people partying on the other side of the curtain or how they can probably hear us; I just want him. All and in every single sense of the word, him.

I’m not given a verbal answer, though. Instead, Liam lays a kiss on the back of my head and exits the room before I can protest, leaving me a confused and very aroused mess.

I’m going to make him pay for this.

4

LIAM

THE NAUGHTY LIST

Present

“You shouldn’t have teased me, darling.”

Piper’s watching me through lowered lashes, her teeth embedded into her bottom lip while slowly flexing her messy toes. She’s also absentmindedly rubbing them together, just a few slow movements, massaging my seed into her skin as if it were her favorite nighttime lotion.

And all the while, her hazel eyes devour my lazy strokes.

Her possessive gaze follows every bead of come that pools at the tip before dribbling onto her skin. She’s flushed. Chest heaving. The raw hunger staring back at me makes me feel like a king—her king.

Her everything.

She’s fucking perfection.

There is another beat of silence, but then my sugar plum smiles. Her expression—every inch of her—is bathed in faux innocence. “You’re not being nice to me today, Mr. Rutherford. I’m tied up, dirty, and helpless.”

“Is that right?” I can’t help myself and rub the head of my cock across her messy toes. She shivers at the feather-light contact. “I’m being unfair?”

Not a question. It’s a statement, and my girl doesn’t disappoint when she pouts. Exaggerated and cute as hell, and I reward her with another feel of my cock. This time, I place a knee on the mattress, lean over her ankle, and press down on my length. I hold it against the silky skin and her bindings, pumping my hips three times.

And my reward? I’m gifted the sight of her hips gyrating against the air, searching for some relief with her thighs spread wide. Wanton. Needy. She’s wet—completely soaked through—and I take a moment to compose myself.

I’m going to fuck her.

Destroy her.

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