Page 63 of Faking the Shot
“Patience,” I murmur, my lips brushing her ear. “You don’t get to rush this, baby. You’re going to feel every second of it.”
Her breath hitches as I let my hand slide between her legs, teasing her folds. “So wet for me already,” I say, groaning as her slickness coat my fingers. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To be here, bare and dripping for me?”
“Yes,” she moans, her voice shaky but honest.
“Mine. Say it,” I command, my fingers brushing her clit, making her gasp. “Say you’re mine, Val.”
“I’m yours,” she whispers, her voice barely steady.
“Damn right you are,” I growl, sliding one thick finger inside her, savoring the way her tight, wet heat clenches around me. “And I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”
I drag my finger along her slit, slow and deliberate, feeling her tremble beneath my touch. Then, without warning, I lift my hand and bring it down with a loud smack against her ass. The sound echoes through the room, and she gasps, her body jerking in my lap.
“This,” I murmur, my voice low and rough as I rub the spot I just spanked, “is because you didn’t take care of what’s mine, baby. You understand, right? You’re mine, and you have to take care of yourself.”
Her breath hitches, but she nods, her face pressed into the cushion. “Yes,” she whispers, her voice shaky but eager.
“Good girl.” I slide my finger back inside her cunt, pumping it slowly, watching as she arches her back, her moans growing louder with each stroke. Her slick heat coats my hand, and I can’t help but groan at how perfect she feels. “How many times do you think I should spank you, baby? Hmm?”
“I—I don’t know,” she stammers, her voice barely audible as her body quivers in my hands.
“That’s not an answer,” I tease, withdrawing my finger and spanking her again, harder this time. She cries out, but the sound is pure pleasure, not pain. “Come on, Val. Give me a number.”
“Five,” she gasps, her voice trembling but steady enough to make me grin.
“Five, huh? That’s a good start,” I say, rubbing the spot I just smacked, soothing her before raising my hand again. “Count for me, baby.”
“One,” she whimpers as my hand lands, her body jerking slightly but pressing back into me.
“Good girl.” I slide my finger back inside her, stroking her just enough to make her moan again before pulling it out. My hand comes down again, her gasp music to my ears.
“Two,” she whispers, her voice breathy.
“You’re doing so well,” I murmur, leaning down to press a kiss to the back of her neck, my lips lingering against her flushed skin. “You can take it, can’t you, baby? My good girl.”
“Yes,” she moans, her hips rolling against me, seeking more even as I deliver the third spank. “Three.”
Her voice is shaky now, and her body is trembling with need. I can see the way her thighs are slick, the way her cunt glistens, begging for more.
“Four,” she cries out as my hand comes down again, her back arching beautifully. Her skin is flushed, a mix of pain and pleasure radiating through her. I soothe the sting with a gentle stroke, my palm brushing over the heated skin before sliding down to her pussy.
I tease her entrance,running my fingers over her wetness, feeling how slick she’s become. She whimpers, her body trembling beneath my touch. “You’re almost there, Val,” I whisper, slipping two fingers inside her, thrusting deep enough to make her moan loudly. “You’re taking me so well.”
Her walls clench around me,and I know she’s close—so fucking close—but I’m not done with her yet. I add a third finger, stretching her further, thrusting harder, the sound of her arousal echoing through the room. Her cries grow louder, her hips rocking against my hand, chasing the release I’m so carefully holding just out of her reach.
“Please,”she gasps, her voice desperate as her head turns back toward me, her cheeks flushed and her lips parted.
But I’m not giving in yet. I curl my fingers inside her, finding that perfect spot that makes her whole body jerk. Her moans turn into incoherent pleas, her thighs trembling as I push her closer to the edge.
Just as I feel her body tighten, ready to snap, I pull my fingers out, leaving her empty.
“No,” she cries, her voice breaking with frustration and need.
I smirk, brushing my damp fingers over her inner thigh as she shudders. “Not yet, baby,” I murmur, leaning down to kiss the curve of her back. “You’ll come when I say you can.”
She whimpers again, her body shaking with denied pleasure. I lift my hand, bringing it down hard on her ass one last time.
“Five,” she gasps, the word barely a whisper, her body arching one final time.
