Page 113 of Into Temptation

He slows down, looking for any clues to what exactly I mean.

This face paint flames my bravado as I clear up any confusion. “I want to see what this face can really do.”

He groans, dropping his chin to look at where we’re connected. “Are ye sure?”

“Yes,” I reply without pause because I know Punky has a kink, and I want to explore it.

He kisses me deeply, not ceasing his strokes. I wait with anticipation, wanting him to let go. He pulls out and flips me onto all fours, where he drags his finger along the middle of my back. When he comes to my ass, he cups my cheek and brings down his hand—hard, just how I knew he would.

He’s spanked me a couple of times in the past, and I surprisingly enjoyed it, which has me subtly wriggling my ass.

“Don’t be wavin’ that parful arse my way unless yer prepared for the consequences,” he warns, running his hand over me.

“I’m prepared,” I reply softly.

“Is that so?” His sinister tone sends a shiver down my spine.

When he spanks me again, harder this time, I jolt forward, gripping the blankets to stop from falling onto my front. I bounce back, however, as I asked for this.

Reaching over my shoulder, he grips my chin and arches my neck back. I gasp as the feral look emphasized by that face paint promises this is the point of no return.

“Has anyone touched ya here?” He cups my lower back and dips his thumb into the pleat of my ass.

I jolt instinctively, giving him the answer he seeks. But I open my legs, ready for whatever comes my way.

“Ach, we have plenty of time for that.”

Disappointment overwhelms me, but that soon turns to a surprised moan when Punky coaxes me onto my stomach and to spread my legs as he comes to rest between them. I have no idea what he’s doing until he encourages me to arch my back and raise my hips so my ass is high in the air.

As I turn over my shoulder to look at him, my eyes widen when he buries his face between my ass cheeks. I try to scamper away, but he holds me in place and commences swirling his tongue around my puckered entrance.

I don’t know how to feel. Something so taboo shouldn’t feel this good, but it does.

He uses his tongue and mouth to stimulate me in ways that turn my cheeks a bright red. But as I get over the stigma associated with this act, I relax and let go.

His light stubble adds to the sensation, and before long, I’m moving into his touches, lost to this feeling of utter freedom because there are no boundaries with Punky. He makes something I never thought I’d enjoy feel fucking incredible.

Before long, I’m bending to his touches and savoring the sensation of being loved by my man; in every way.

He kisses my ass cheek before slapping it lightly. “Feel good?”

“Yes,” I reply timidly, gripping the blankets beneath me.

I don’t know what happens now because I did ask him to lose control with me, but so far, he’s been quite controlled.

He plants a kiss to the small of my back and wraps his arms around my waist, coaxing me to rise onto my knees. He presses his chest to my back, skin to skin. Nothing separates us, and I’ve never felt more vulnerable in my life.

He commences touching over my chest, my stomach, and then sinks two fingers inside my sex. Moaning, I spread my legs wider, granting him entry because I want him everywhere. I can feel his cock against me, and on instinct, I rub my ass against him.

He groans, and even though I’m scared, I encourage him to do what I asked—lose control.

“Are ye sure?” he pants against my ear before sucking it into his warm mouth.

“I want to experience all my firsts with you.” And I mean it. “I thought I knew what love was…but then I met you.”

A contented sigh leaves him.

His fingers work in and out of me as he reaches for the tub of Vaseline on the nightstand with his other hand. Dr. Shannon suggested Hannah put this on her wounds to help them heal faster, but now, we’ve found another use for it.

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