Page 72 of Say My Name

“No, you’ll need something more.”

“More?” Heat washes over me. Right now, I’m willing to let him do anything he wants to me. Within reason. I’ve heard some things that go on at this club, and what Devereaux has in mind might be past my comfort zone. Tie me up, sure. Flog me, hell no.

“I can see the wheels turning in your head. Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you,” he says, his eyes staring into mine, and I believe him.

“Ok.”

“I need to punish you for making me want to kick the ass of some motherfucker I’ve never even met.”

“I’m sorry.” I bite my lower lip, gazing up at him.

“Fuck, Swan. You make me want things I shouldn’t even be thinking about wanting.”

“I want them too,” I whisper.

He growls at my admission. “Spread your legs for me.”

I do as he says, and he drops to his knees. He reaches under my dress and drags my panties down my legs.

I step out of them, and he brings the black material up to his nose.

My heart beats frantically at crossing this major line with him, but I can’t help it.

“These are mine now.” He tucks my black panties in his pocket. “Turn around. Palms against the window. I want you watching everyone down below while I punish you.”

Once I’m in position, he lifts my dress up over my ass, resting it just above my waist.

He pulls at my hips, bringing my ass higher in the air. “What do you see?”

I look down at the club below, trying to focus on any one thing. “I see a couple making out on a couch near the bar.”

“Tell me more.” He runs his hand up the inside of my thigh and I nearly lose it when his finger brushes against my heated skin. “Tell me what he’s doing to her.”

“He’s got his hand between her legs. I guess he’s fingering her,” I say, hoping he does the same thing to me.

Devereaux stands, looking out at the club below. “She’s enjoying it.”

“Mm,” I moan out as his fingers brush along my opening.

He wraps an arm around my waist, keeping me in position as his hand reaches around to toy with my clit. “What else do you see?” he asks as he nestles his nose into my neck, kissing the sensitive skin. “Tell me,” he rasps.

“I see another couple dancing. They’re kissing and the man is squeezing her ass.” Damn, watching their bodies move to the music and not knowing what’s about to happen turns me on. “He’s leading her to the couch, bending her over.” Oh, my god. “He’s going to fuck her right there on the couch.”

Devereaux is too busy trailing kisses down my neck, and using his fingers to bring my body to life to look over at the couple. “What’s happening now?”

I push my ass against his thick length.

“No. You get nothing unless I give it to you, Swan. Understood?”

“Yes.” I focus back on the couple. “He’s fisting his hand in her hair and fucking her from behind. He’s slapping her ass. Oh, Dev…” My words fall away as he pushes a finger inside me.

“Is she enjoying it?”

I nod, closing my eyes, seeing stars when I do. “Yes, oh fuck. Yes.”

He’s working my clit and pussy with his big hand, and I grind against him. “Swan, I’m not giving you what you want.”

“Please,” I beg him.

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