Page 76 of Boss of Me
“How bad do you want me to fuck you?” he murmurs.
“Do you even have to ask?” I shamelessly grind myself against him. “Isn’t it obvious?”
“Tell me,” he commands. “I need to hear you say it.”
“I want you to fuck me, Gunner. Want it so fucking bad.”
He pulls my hand off his cock and lowers his face until our mouths are almost touching, two water droplets dripping from his wet hair to fall on my lips.
“If you want me to fuck you,” he whispers silkily, “don’t come until I say so.”
Even in that moment, with every part of my body screaming to be penetrated, I feel my chin tilt up in defiance. “What if I come without your permission? How would you know without being inside me?”
His expression darkens as if he’s insulted. “You think I can’t tell when you come, Marlowe? You think I haven’t already memorized the way your eyes go all hazy before rolling back into your head? The way your nostrils flare and your teeth sink into your bottom lip? The way your stomach quivers and your thighsshake? You think those images haven’t been seared into my fucking brain? You actuallythinkyou can hide an orgasm from me?”
“G-Guess not,” I mumble.
His eyes drill into mine. “You don’t come until I say you can come,” he warns darkly. “Do you understand?”
I nod quickly, breathless and trembling.
He lifts away from me and sits back on his heels. Pulse hammering, I watch him pick up the vibrator and turn it on, the low hum filling the room. He trails it lightly over my body, teasing my breasts, my stomach and my thighs, each pass making me squirm and gasp.
“Spread your legs a little more. That’s it.” He brushes the toy over my clit and I cry out, my hips bucking against the electric sensation.
His eyes darken with satisfaction. Slowly, deliberately, he circles the tip of the vibrator around my clit, never quite applying the pressure I need to find release. Before long I’m going wild, my breaths coming in short gasps, hands clutching the sheets beneath me.
“Please, Gunner,” I whimper, my body arching toward him, crazed for his touch. Hungry for his cock.
He leans down, his lips brushing my ear. “Not yet,” he rumbles, the words sending hot tingles down my spine. He slides the vibrator lower, teasing my entrance before moving back up to my hard clit, keeping me on the edge but never letting me fall over.
My frustration grows like a furnace being stoked, my body thrumming until I’m nearly climbing out of my skin. When I move to touch myself, Gunner seizes my wrists, pinning them above my head with one big hand. The ruthless dominance in his eyes makes my heart race even faster.
“Do I need to tie you down?” he growls.
“N-No.” I close my eyes, my breath hitching. “But I . . . I don’t think?—”
“Who fucking told you to think?”
I swallow a whimper, my toes curling.
He continues his torment, the vibrator buzzing against my dripping pussy in maddeningly light touches.
My hips twist against his hand, searching for the friction I so desperately crave. But he denies me, holding me firmly in place as my heart thunders in my ears, the tightness in my pussy and clit downright painful.
Just when I think I can’t take another second without exploding, he flips me over on all fours. My sodden hair hangs over my face as I look back at him, watching as he drags the paddle across the swell of my ass. The leather is cool, a stark contrast to my heated skin. I instinctively tense up, anticipation heightening my senses.
The first strike is sharp, making me gasp.
He pauses to let me recover, demanding gruffly, “Are you okay?”
Some foolish spark of defiance makes me hiss, “That all you got?”
The punishment is swift, three hard smacks against my ass that have me arching and crying out, pain mingling with unexpected pleasure.
“Little brat. That smart mouth of yours will be your downfall.” He delivers a series of firm, measured smacks, careful never to hit me in the same spot more than a few times.
I’ve never been spanked before, let alone with a paddle. The punishment leaves me panting and moaning, my skin burning with each impact. Tears sting my eyes, the ache in my core intensifying until wetness drips from my slick folds and my thighs burn like they’re on fire.
