Page 95 of Faking It

Slowing down to a strut, I make my way over to the leather furniture.

At his gruff command, I lie down on my stomach. Pleasant tingles cover my entire body as he restrains my arms, legs and back. With my face buried in the U-shaped headrest, I fold my lips to keep from whimpering. I’m tense as fuck. Anticipation is killing me.

“You’ve been bad,” Gideon’s growl washes over me. “Bad girls get punished, you know that.”

“Yes, I know—”

“That wasn’t a question. From this moment on, you don’t speak unless I tell you to.”

That stern instruction shouldn’t be this hot. I shouldn’t be turned on by a man who’s basically telling me to shut up. But I am. Not just a little aroused, either. My pussy is already on fire. Aching. Ready for whatever he has in store.

His footsteps move away from me, and my body relaxes. It tenses again as he comes back. My body flinches as I feel something drag over my back. Something like leather, though it feels like many pieces of it.

“I specifically told you to get here in one hour. You disobeyed me,” he murmurs. “Disobedient girls don’t get off easy.”

The leather thing, which I suspect by now is a whip, caresses my behind.

“They get flogged.” His hand follows the trail of the whip, caressing my ass, too.

I brace for the blow. I swear, I’m ready for it. But when the stinging sensation zings across my ass, I suck in a surprised breath. It’s way more intense than him spanking me that first time. Painful, but it’s a sweet pain that I don’t understand. It shouldn’t feel so good. It shouldn’t feel good at all. But hell, I’m enjoying it.

The whip lashes the other cheek, and I stifle a moan. I’m not sure if I’m allowed to moan. I have a feeling he’d take my punishment to another level if I’m not. I bite my lip to suppress another one, but I can’t help rocking my hips. I need to do something to alleviate the tension bubbling inside me.

Rocking my hips doesn’t work. Pleasure keeps building. My pussy keeps throbbing. This is crazy. There’s no way I’m about to come from Gideon flogging me.

Then he does the unthinkable.

He caresses my pussy with the whip.

The sensation of the rough material rubbing against my hot, aching flesh is enough to do me in. I come with a shocked cry, bucking, desperate to grind my pussy against something other than thin air.

My body sags against the padded surface, a contented sigh leaving my mouth. I’m still in Lala land, vaguely aware of Gideon undoing the restraints, coming fully alert when he lifts me in his arms, holding me like a newborn child. We move across the floor, stopping right before the wooden contraption he ignored earlier.

Gideon turns his attention to me. His cautious gaze reawakens the tension in my body. “Remember the safe word, Princess.”

I stare at him.

“Yes, it requires an answer.”

“I remember.”

He steps forward and rests me on the base. “Rest your hands up top,” he instructs, and I obey at once.

Understanding runs through me as he lifts the rope from the bench. All the dots connect.

I think I’m going to pass out.

Not from fear.

Excitement.

I’m getting a double dose.

Harsh breathing fills the room as he approaches again, the rope trailing on the floor. He stops in front of me and wraps a quarter of it around his fist. “I’ve seen you in action. You’re flexible as hell. Perfect, for what I have in mind.”

His tongue flicks across his lips. I can’t wait to feel it against my clit.

I control my breathing as he ties my hands at the center of the T. My body stretches as he lifts my ankle to one end of the T, tying it there. He repeats the motion, leaving me stretched and open.

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