Page 60 of Devious Temptation
Still, I voice my fears when he doesn’t answer me. “I’m afraid that if this happens, you will turn me away afterward. I don’t know if I can survive it again, Lawson.”
His eyes soften for a fraction of a second, and he stops approaching. We’re at least ten steps away from each other now, the space between us filled with so much thick tension I can feel it licking across my skin in searing hot waves.
“I have fuckingtried.So help me, God, I have tried not to want you. Tried not to think about you. I have told myself over and over again that this can’t happen. But no matter how hard I try, I can’t stay away from you. And I’m done trying to fight it. I’m so fucking done.”
It’s everything I’ve wanted to hear from him since that night in his office. I can hear that he means it this time. There will be no turmoil once the post-release bliss fades away.
I let the dress slide from my body, revealing the set of lingerie I wore for no one but me, but bought with him in mind. It’s all black lace and satin, and the bodice is strapped to the band of the matching thong.
Lawson’s eyes rove over my body as he removes his shirt, throat bobbing thickly as he takes me in. “I thought I told you I didn’t want to see you in black again?” His voice is so low and husky. So incredibly fucking sexy.
A smirk pulls at my lips, instinct taking over as I turn and lift a knee onto the mattress, slowly climbing on as I hold his heated gaze and arch my back, poised with my ass pushed out. “Are you going to punish me,Daddy?”
“Little fucking brat,” he growls in an amused whisper.
The outline of his cock is large and straining against his pants, and he palms it to adjust himself as he closes the distance between us, belt in hand.
My skin breaks out in goosebumps as he positions himself behind me, collaring my neck to force my head upuntil I’m looking at him upside down. “You’re so beautiful, Lucy. I’m going to enjoy making a mess of this perfect image you painted for another man.”
I don’t correct him. Don’t explain that I had no intention of letting Richard see what was underneath my dress. Lawson dips his head to capture my mouth, ravishing me with hungry lips as his other hand reaches around to palm one of my breasts.
His thumb flicks over a hardened nipple, and our tongues caress for a few seconds before he abruptly lets me go and shoves me down to the mattress, grabbing my hips to lift my ass in the air.
“How many do you think you can take, rainbow?” His palms are warm as they massage my cheeks before spreading them apart to view the glistening mess between my thighs.
It’s dirty and depraved, and I’ve never been more turned on in my life. “I don’t know. I’ve never been spanked before.”
A low, dark chuckle sounds behind me. I can just imagine him staring at my pussy, and the image makes me squirm in his hold. Suddenly, something lands on the bed next to my head. His belt.
“Did you think I’d strike you with that the first time I get to taste your flesh?” A thumb dips between my legs to gather my wetness and smear it along my center.
Fire. Everything feels like it’s on fire as he kneads my skin roughly—his grip tightening with each pass.
Smack!
A keening wail thrums in my throat. It’s only a light slap against my left cheek, but it makes everything low in my belly tighten.
“I asked you a question, Lucy. I expect an answer.”
This time, when his palm meets my flesh, it’s sharper. More intentional. And he groans as I whine, “Yes.”
“Yes, what, rainbow? Yes, you thought I’d use the belt? Or yes, you want more?” There’s a tearing sound and a sharp tug as he rips my underwear off.
“More. Fuck, Lawson. Give me more.” I arch my back and push my ass up higher in the air.
“God, you’re perfect. So fucking needy and so fucking soaked, just waiting for me to drink you down.” Another smack against my ass, closer to my throbbing pussy. I widen my legs, shamelessly begging for my punishment.
I never in a million years thought calling himDaddyand begging to be spanked was what would get me going. How do people even find out they’re into this kind of stuff?
Lawson delivers one final slap—harsh and stinging—to my backside before spreading my cheeks and bending down to lick up my center.
“Oh, fuck!” I cry out, fisting the cloud-like duvet as I press my forehead to the bed. “Lawson.” I beg for his mouth. For his tongue. He strokes every part of me languidly, closing his lips around my clit, and sucking as he swallows everything I have to offer.
“You taste better than I imagined you would,” he murmurs against my wet flesh before devouring me again. “And I’ve thought about this so many times.”
My release coils tighter and tighter, winding me up so intensely that I writhe against his face and the bed, chasing my orgasm as he licks and nips and sucks, and eats me with a fervor I’ve never experienced before.
“Lawson! I’m gonna… fuck! I’m gonna?—”
