Page 208 of The Faking Game

“I have to investigate the crime first.” I nod to the skirt. “Lift up for me, sweetheart.”

Nora’s hands grip the fabric obediently, and she pulls it up the smooth roundness of her thighs.

Up past her hips.

I groan. She’s beautifully, painfully bare. No panties in sight. And fuck, her pussy is so perfect. “Look at you. All pink and pretty.”

“I didn’t want panty lines to ruin my outfit.” She cocks her head. “No one would have known.”

“A gust of wind, and they’d all see what’s mine.” My erection pushes against my zipper. I don’t think it’ll ever stop responding this way around her, ever stop wanting her. “Turn around. Hold on to the counter.”

There’s excitement in her eyes, and she turns, bunching the skirt at her waist and holding on to the table as instructed.

The globes of her ass are a lovely cream color. I run my hands over her skin and hear her faint exhale. “Remember how I told you I’d punish you if this happened again?”

“I do.” She arches her back. “We spoke about getting a bit rough.”

“Mhm. I told you I don’t like pain. But I do like…” I smooth my hand over the curve of her ass. “Light spanking. Want to try that?”

She nods, and I brush my hand down between her legs to touch her. Her folds are soft, and delicate, and already a bit damp. “Talk to me, trouble.”

“Yes. I do.”

“And can I trust you to be a good girl and tell me if it gets to be too much?”

“Of course.” She looks over her shoulder, and there’s bright color on her cheeks. “Don’t focus so much on my orgasm this time. I want you… I want…”

“Say it.”

“I want to feel a bit used,” she says, her voice half shy and half excited. “Like you just can’t stop yourself.”

I nod back toward the counter. “Hold on.”

She does, breathing fast. It’s all a game of exploration with her. Last week she showed up in bed one night, freshly showered with her hair in a braid, bringing a card game she’d bought.

Eighty positions for curious couples.

I laughed, and she looked affronted.I want to try them all,she said, and I laughed again and told her that I was always,alwaysgame, but that over half of those would require some serious stretching beforehand.

She’s a delight, my little overachiever.

Curious and hungry, now that she’s learning to express what she truly wants. Her true self is the greatest gift I’ve ever been given.

“You wanted this. Knowing I’d find out.” I rub circles against her clit with quick, rough movements. “But you knew I wouldn’t like it. So I won’t let you come first.”

She nods quickly, and her head bows. It’s a change of pace. I always focus on her pleasure first. It’s been the guiding principle, every single time we’ve had sex, that my face starts between her thighs.

But she wanted something different this time.

I pull my zipper down. I step closer and fit myself between her upper thighs. I nudge her legs tightly closed, locking me in against her warm pussy. “That’s it,” I tell her.

I smooth a hand over her right cheek, and then I lift my hand and spank her.

She gasps.

I pull my hips back and thrust against her, between her thighs. “That’s it. Stay still for me.”

I do it again. I’m not slapping her hard, but it jiggles the fullness of her ass and sends lovely color blooming over her skin.

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