Page 82 of Faking It

But he doesn’t.

I groan in frustration when his fingers move back down.

“Gideon!”

“Careful,” he warns with slight amusement. “Too much protesting, and I’ll have to punish you.”

How does a bad word turn me on? I shouldn’t get off on being punished, but fuck, I’m almost there. I want to know what it feels like. Reaching down, I rub my clit, moaning from the pleasure.

“Oh, you bad, bad girl. You want to be punished, don’t you?” Gideon growls.

“Punish me, baby.” The three words fly out on the high of my arousal. “Punish me hard.”

Gideon swats my hand away from my pussy. “Be careful of what you wish for, Princess.” He yanks me up, then sits down and throws me over his lap.

The sudden actions are like a blur that leaves me with a jarred mind as my eyes meet the soft brown carpet. He gently rubs my ass, his rough hand feelings so good against the softness of my skin. This is the calm before the storm. I might not be sexually experienced in some sense, but I know what he’s about to do—

Whack!

I suck in a surprised breath, the sharp sting more intense than I expected. But shit, it feels good. The hard pulsing between my legs is a sure sign.

Whack!

This one is even harder than before. I squirm on his lap.

“Be still,” he commands.

Pleasure erupts in my belly when he slaps my ass again. And again. Again. I groan, digging my fingers into the leather, my other hand brushing his outer leg.

The final slap brings tears to my eyes. It’s not the deep sting that makes me want to cry, though. It’s the heightened arousal that’s threatening to drive me insane. I’ve never ached so much. One stroke of my clit, and I burst into pieces for sure.

Gideon flips me over, making me straddle his lap as I stare into his eyes. “You okay?”

I nod.

“Good.” He brushes my hair aside. “The next time you disobey me, I won’t be so gentle with you.”

He tilts my head back and nibbles my chin. His thumbs flick the points of my nipples. I’m tempted to rock myself to a climax, but I’m not in the mood to find out what ‘not so gentle means’. I want to fuck. I need to come. If it means putting up with the torture a little longer, so be it.

“Are you clean?” he whispers to me.

“Yes.”

“On the pill?”

I nod.

“Lovely. I want to feel all of you. Skin to skin. And yes, I’ve been tested since the last time I hooked up, although I’d used a condom.”

“Good to know.”

“Now.” He clasps my cheeks. “I’m going to eat your pussy, but you’re not going to come.”

What the hell?“Gideon, I can’t—”

“You want to feel my cock inside you, don’t you?”

“More than anything,” I moan.

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