Page 14 of Rules We Break

I groan. I fucking love it when she talks like this, working her way to her orgasm while also praising the shit out of me. I add another finger, scissoring and pressing deep inside of her.

Finally, she screams, her release flooding my mouth. I lap at her, making sure not to quit too soon but not pushing her too far. She gets sensitive fast, and I don’t want to move too fast tonight. I want to savor it.

“Fuck yes,” she coos, running her hands through my hair as she praises me. “You are so good at that, aren’t you? Such a good boy for me.”

And then her fingers tighten in my hair, yanking me back away from her while her thighs fall away from my head. I pant, trying to catch my breath as she forces my head back to look at her.

“You’re so handsome like this, you know that?” she asks, but I’m still trying to catch my breath. “I love it when you’re on your knees, your face covered in my cum, and desperate for your own release.”

I can’t do anything but sit here on all fours and pant. I’m so turned on that I can’t form thoughts. My cock is throbbing, and my balls ache with the need to spill inside of her.

“I think I should get a toy to play with. What do you think, sweet boy?”

I swallow.

“Yes, please.”

She grins.

“Good.”

CHAPTERNINE

I follow her to the bedroom on my hands and knees, crawling behind her like the good little subservient I am. She hasn’t told me I could get up yet, so I follow her quietly like this.

I think about what my friends would think if they knew I was like this with her. I’ve never, ever been like this with anyone except her. Normally, I’m the dominant one, taking control of the situation and making their bodies bend to my will. Not the other way around.

But from the first moment Ivy and I messed around with each other, this dynamic seemed to work for us. It was like I had been waiting for someone like this my entire life. Someone needed to wake up this side of me.

And I don’t think anyone would judge me for it. I mean, shit, just look at her. Who wouldn’t want to be crawling on their knees through a presidential suite, waiting to have the best sex of their life? But I do think the guys would be surprised, seeing as I’m the total opposite when it comes to daily life.

“Pay attention!” A hard smack on my ass brings me back to the moment, the sting resonating through my stomach and spine as my balls tighten.

“I’m sorry, mistress.” I bow my head, letting it fall toward the floor until her booted feet appear in front of me. She lifts one slightly off the ground.

“Kiss it for forgiveness.”

Her voice is quiet, just a murmur, but it holds so much power over me. I don’t even hesitate. My head dips lower, and my lips graze the soft material of her boot. And after I’ve kissed my way up from the toe to her ankle, I risk looking up at her with a smirk. Because I may submit to her, but that doesn’t mean I’m not a brat.

“If you had a foot fetish, Ivy, you could’ve just asked. I’m happy to have a play with these pretty feet.”

She snorts, and a hand flies to her mouth as she tries hard not to dissolve in a fit of laughter. And I just stare up at her, admiring just how fucking gorgeous she is from any angle.

“You’re a little shit,” she says when she can finally contain her laughter again.

I shrug and then continue to kiss up her calf. Her hands run gently through my hair, and her entire body softens when I reach her thighs.

“Can I ask what toys you brought?”

I bite down on the zipper of her left boot and tug it down, finishing it off with my hand before doing the same with the other. Slowly, I pull each of her feet out of the heels, giving both of them a little massage before placing them on the ground.

“Your favorite crop and my favorite wand. I wanted to bring the sex swing, but that would have been a little too awkward to pack in a carry-on.”

“You fit everything in a carry-on?” I tease her, and she just rolls her eyes. Moving up onto my knees, I let my hands roam up her thighs and under the tight dress she’s wearing. Her skin is so soft, so fucking smooth. I place a kiss on her inner thigh, and she sighs.

“It’s just a weekend. I didn’t think I needed much.”

“And you didn’t know if you’d see me.”

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