Page 277 of Ignite

“Don’t you dare,” he warns.

I arch a brow, daring him.

Slowly, he unbuckles his belt and lets his pants fall.

I swallow hard as his cock springs free.

He walks to the bench, bending over, muscles taut.

“Good boy.”

I strike him once. A red welt blooms across his skin. He doesn’t even flinch.

I do it again, harder.

“Fuck, trouble,” he groans, his hand curling around himself.

“One more,” I say softly, “then you can come in my mouth.”

When the third strike lands, he spins so fast it makes me gasp. His eyes are pure darkness.

“Knees,” he rasps.

I drop immediately.

“Open. Tongue out.”

I obey, my heart hammering.

“Good girl.”

He taps his cock on my tongue, then slides deep, making me moan.

My hands squeeze his ass as he fucks my mouth, every inch of me burning.

“Fuck!” he groans, his hips jerking.

Warmth spills across my tongue, and I swallow every drop.

He pulls out, breathless, and I wipe my lip, looking up at him.

“My turn?” I ask sweetly.

He shakes his head, hauling me up.

“Your punishment starts now.”

“Did it feel good? Me whipping you into submission?”

His grin is wicked.

“Yeah. But now I need you.”

“Patience will be rewarded.” He kisses me, slow and deep, until my knees go weak.

I pull back to catch my breath.

“Could we…come back here again?”

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