Page 29 of The C Agreement

I lifted my lids.

“You’d best pay attention.”

I nodded twice.

“I get full access toyouat all times.” His gaze roamed my face. “Your mouth, your breasts, your ass”—I gasped—“and your cunt.” He rubbed his fingers over my G-spot, and my back arched with a cry. “This pussy is mine, Rayne. Mine.” He slowly shook his head. “I don’t care if it’s only thirty days. You’re mine.” He got nose to nose with me again. “And that means you don’t leave my bed until I say you do. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” My voice sounded shaky, not because I was scared, but because I was incredibly turned on.

“Good girl.”

I whimpered, and Cade looked down at his hand.

“You just soaked my hand.” He tilted his head back up to me. “It’s too bad you’re in trouble.”

“What—what are you going to do to me?”

“It’s not so much what I’m going to do, but more like what you’re not going to do.”

What does that mean?

He knelt on the bed, in between my thighs.

“I’m going to fuck. Definitely once. Most likely twice. Possibly three times. And you’re not going to come until I say you can.”

My jaw dropped. “You can’t be serious.”

“Dead. Dead serious.” He squeezed my clit with his thumb and index finger. “You left me, and you washed my cum from your body, so you don’t get to come until I’ve filled you at least once.” He lifted a shoulder. “Maybe twice.”

“Joke’s on you, Cade. I’ve had sex plenty of times without having an orgasm.”

He tilted his head. “Did you not come on my cock earlier?”

“Yeah. So?” I wanted to seem unaffected, but I sounded like a bratty teenager instead.

He smirked and did something with his hand that had my hips flying off the bed.

“Hear that? That’s the sound of your pussy gushing for me.” He ripped his fingers from my body and lifted his palm to show me. “I’m not your ex or any other guy you’ve ever been with before. It’s best you remember that.”

He was so right about that.

Leaning back, he yanked me down until I was flat. He grabbed his thick length and placed it at my entrance. He nudged the head between my lips and met my eyes. “Remember, you don’t come until I say you do.”

“Okay,” I agreed.

Maintaining eye contact, he slowly sank completely inside me, stretching me and filling me full.

“Fuck, you feel good.”

So did he. There was no way I wasn’t going to last.

But in the end, I didn’t have to. He let me come before he even did, and I soon realized my real punishment was too many orgasms. And it was only after I begged him to stop and promised to never leave him again that he relented.

Then, and only then, did he pull me in his arms and let me sleep. When I woke up later that afternoon, he was the one who had left me.

I had a feeling I was in deep trouble.

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