Chapter 32
Chapter Thirty-Two
Kaden
The Good Girl Game Plan
My heart hasn’t stopped racing since the moment I saw her reaching for the flame with her bare fucking hands. What the hell was she thinking? I can’t shake the image of her hurt. What could’ve happened to her if I hadn’t been here: Skin blistered, her beautiful face twisted in pain. I can’t stomach knowing it almost happened.
She could’ve gotten seriously injured. That thought makes my jaw clench, the protective instincts roaring to the surface like a goddamn freight train.
“Are you okay?” I ask, my voice still rough from adrenaline, my hand brushing a stray strand of hair from her flour-dusted face.
She blinks up at me, her lips curving into a sheepish smile. “I’m fine, Kaden. Really.”
I exhale hard, shaking my head. “Fine? You were about to grab a fucking flame, Valentina.”
“It wasn’t that bad,” she murmurs, but her voice is softer now, her bravado slipping under my steady gaze.
“Don’t do that,” I say, my tone brasher than I intend. “Don’t act like it wasn’t a big deal. You could’ve gotten hurt. You scared the shit out of me.”
She stares at me, her big eyes uncertain, her lips parting as if she’s about to say something—but no words come out. Her silence only fuels the fire burning in my chest. I can’t stand the thought of her brushing this off, pretending she’s invincible when she isn’t. To me, she’s fragile in ways she probably doesn’t even realize.
Before I can think better of it, I lean down and kiss her again.
It’s not soft. It’s not tentative. This kiss is full of everything I’m feeling—the frustration, the fear, the overwhelming need to protect her from everything, including herself. My lips press against hers, demanding, insistent, but when she responds—when her hands come up to grip my arms and she tilts her head to deepen the kiss—I feel something shift.
It’s not just about protecting her. It’s about wanting her. Craving her.
I pull back just enough to catch my breath, but I can’t stop touching her. My hands slide down to the hem of the oversized shirt she’s wearing—my shirt.
“Arms up,” I order, my voice low and thick with desire.
Her eyes widen, her breath catching, but she doesn’t protest. She lifts her arms, and I tug the shirt up and over her head.
Fuck. She’s bare. Completely bare. Her perky breasts are right there, the soft, smooth skin flushed and begging for my mouth. I swear they’re perfect, like they were made for me to touch, to taste.
“Fuck, Val,” I whisper, my gaze roaming over her. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
I don’t wait for her response—I can’t. I dip my head, capturing one of her nipples in my mouth. She gasps, the sound so goddamn sweet it makes my cock throb. My hand cups her other breast, kneading it gently as my tongue swirls over her hardened peak.
Her moan is soft at first, but when I suck harder, she throws her head back and lets out a sound that’s pure music to my ears. My free hand slides down her side, over the curve of her hip, anchoring her to me as I worship her the way she deserves.
I switch to her other breast, giving it the same attention, my teeth grazing the sensitive skin just enough to make her squirm. “You like that, baby?” I murmur against her skin. “You like the way I’m taking care of you?”
Her hands tangle in my hair, pulling me closer. “Yes,” she breathes, her voice shaking. “God, yes.”
“You taste so fucking good,” I growl, my lips brushing her flushed skin. “But I’m not done yet. You fucking scared me, you understand that, don’t you?”
Her wide, dark eyes meet mine, and she nods slowly, her breath shaky.
“That was reckless, Valentina,” I say, my voice low and commanding. “And you know what I do to reckless girls?”
She swallows hard, her lips parting, but no sound escapes. Her skin flushes deeper, the realization of what I’m about to do hitting her as my words sink in.
My hands slide to her hips, and in one smooth motion, I lift her off the floor. She gasps, clinging to me as I carry her out of the kitchen. Her legs wrap around my waist, and the air between us crackles with tension, thick and unyielding.
I stride toward the living room, her soft gasps in my ear driving me wild. I set her down on the couch, turning her over in my lap so her ass is up and bare for me. She whimpers softly, her body trembling, but she doesn’t resist. She stays right where I place her—pliant, waiting, fucking perfect.
“Look at you,” I murmur, running my hand over the curve of her ass. “You’re so damn beautiful like this, Val. Bare, vulnerable, and all mine.”
She shivers under my touch, her fingers gripping the cushions as I knead her soft skin, spreading her cheeks just enough to make her squirm. I dip my head closer to her ear, my voice a low rumble. “You trust me, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she whispers, barely audible.
“Good,” I say, my tone rough. “Because I’m going to show you exactly what happens to reckless girls.”
I knead her skin again, slow and deliberate, letting her feel every ounce of my control. My hand trails down her spine, teasing, lingering, before sliding lower, closer to where she’s already wet for me. My fingers brush her inner thighs, and she lets out a soft moan, her hips instinctively pushing back toward me.
“Patience,” I murmur, my lips brushing her ear. “You don’t get to rush this, baby. You’re going to feel every second of it.”
Her breath hitches as I let my hand slide between her legs, teasing her folds. “So wet for me already,” I say, groaning as her slickness coat my fingers. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To be here, bare and dripping for me?”
“Yes,” she moans, her voice shaky but honest.
“Mine. Say it,” I command, my fingers brushing her clit, making her gasp. “Say you’re mine, Val.”
“I’m yours,” she whispers, her voice barely steady.
“Damn right you are,” I growl, sliding one thick finger inside her, savoring the way her tight, wet heat clenches around me. “And I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”
I drag my finger along her slit, slow and deliberate, feeling her tremble beneath my touch. Then, without warning, I lift my hand and bring it down with a loud smack against her ass. The sound echoes through the room, and she gasps, her body jerking in my lap.
“This,” I murmur, my voice low and rough as I rub the spot I just spanked, “is because you didn’t take care of what’s mine, baby. You understand, right? You’re mine, and you have to take care of yourself.”
Her breath hitches, but she nods, her face pressed into the cushion. “Yes,” she whispers, her voice shaky but eager.
“Good girl.” I slide my finger back inside her cunt, pumping it slowly, watching as she arches her back, her moans growing louder with each stroke. Her slick heat coats my hand, and I can’t help but groan at how perfect she feels. “How many times do you think I should spank you, baby? Hmm?”
“I—I don’t know,” she stammers, her voice barely audible as her body quivers in my hands.
“That’s not an answer,” I tease, withdrawing my finger and spanking her again, harder this time. She cries out, but the sound is pure pleasure, not pain. “Come on, Val. Give me a number.”
“Five,” she gasps, her voice trembling but steady enough to make me grin.
“Five, huh? That’s a good start,” I say, rubbing the spot I just smacked, soothing her before raising my hand again. “Count for me, baby.”
“One,” she whimpers as my hand lands, her body jerking slightly but pressing back into me.
“Good girl.” I slide my finger back inside her, stroking her just enough to make her moan again before pulling it out. My hand comes down again, her gasp music to my ears.
“Two,” she whispers, her voice breathy.
“You’re doing so well,” I murmur, leaning down to press a kiss to the back of her neck, my lips lingering against her flushed skin. “You can take it, can’t you, baby? My good girl.”
“Yes,” she moans, her hips rolling against me, seeking more even as I deliver the third spank. “Three.”
Her voice is shaky now, and her body is trembling with need. I can see the way her thighs are slick, the way her cunt glistens, begging for more.
“Four,” she cries out as my hand comes down again, her back arching beautifully. Her skin is flushed, a mix of pain and pleasure radiating through her. I soothe the sting with a gentle stroke, my palm brushing over the heated skin before sliding down to her pussy.
I tease her entrance, running my fingers over her wetness, feeling how slick she’s become. She whimpers, her body trembling beneath my touch. “You’re almost there, Val,” I whisper, slipping two fingers inside her, thrusting deep enough to make her moan loudly. “You’re taking me so well.”
Her walls clench around me, and I know she’s close—so fucking close—but I’m not done with her yet. I add a third finger, stretching her further, thrusting harder, the sound of her arousal echoing through the room. Her cries grow louder, her hips rocking against my hand, chasing the release I’m so carefully holding just out of her reach.
“Please,” she gasps, her voice desperate as her head turns back toward me, her cheeks flushed and her lips parted.
But I’m not giving in yet. I curl my fingers inside her, finding that perfect spot that makes her whole body jerk. Her moans turn into incoherent pleas, her thighs trembling as I push her closer to the edge.
Just as I feel her body tighten, ready to snap, I pull my fingers out, leaving her empty.
“No,” she cries, her voice breaking with frustration and need.
I smirk, brushing my damp fingers over her inner thigh as she shudders. “Not yet, baby,” I murmur, leaning down to kiss the curve of her back. “You’ll come when I say you can.”
She whimpers again, her body shaking with denied pleasure. I lift my hand, bringing it down hard on her ass one last time.
“Five,” she gasps, the word barely a whisper, her body arching one final time.
I soothe the mark with a gentle caress, leaning down to press a kiss to her heated skin. “Good girl,” I murmur, my voice rough with need. My fingers thrust deep into her, curling to hit that perfect spot inside her, the one that makes her body quake. I press kisses along her spine, my lips trailing over the soft curve of her back as she squirms on my lap, her stomach pressed firmly against my thighs.
Her moans grow louder, muffled slightly by the pillow she clutches beneath her, her hips writhing as I keep my rhythm deliberate, teasing her clit with my thumb while my fingers stroke her from the inside. I take my time, enjoying the way her body responds to every little move I make, her breath catching with every curl of my fingers.
“You did so well for me,” I praise, my hands stroking her back. She’s soft and warm in my arms, her body pliant against mine. I bring my thumb to her lips, pressing gently. “Suck it, baby. Suck it so it calms you down. Good girls can suck. They deserve it.”
Her lips part, and she takes my thumb into her mouth, her tongue swirling over it in a way that makes my cock ache. She’s so fucking beautiful like this, her cheeks flushed, her eyes still dazed from her climax.
“I want to suck your cock,” she whispers, her voice almost trembling as she looks up at me, her eyes filled with something close to desperation.
“Is that what you want, baby?” I ask, my voice dropping low as I cup her cheek. “Will that make you feel better?”
She nods, her lips brushing against my thumb. Her need is palpable, and it’s everything I can do not to flip her over and bury myself inside her. But this time, I let her take the lead.
Still in my lap, she shifts, her eyes locked on mine as she moves lower, her fingers tugging at the waistband of my shorts. I lean back, giving her the space she needs, watching as she frees my cock, her breath hitching as it springs to life in her hand.
“You’re so big,” she whispers, her fingers wrapping around me, stroking slowly. Her gaze flicks up to meet mine, her lips parting as she leans down, her tongue flicking over the head.
I groan, my head falling back as her mouth envelops me, warm and wet and so fucking perfect. She takes her time, her tongue exploring every inch of me, her lips soft. This isn’t rushed or frantic. It’s slow, deliberate, like she’s savoring every second, every taste.
I bury my hands in her hair, not to guide her but to feel her, to ground myself in the reality of her mouth on me. She’s perfect—too perfect—and I know I’ll never get enough of this, of her.
Her pace quickens, and I can feel the tension building low in my abdomen. “Fuck, baby,” I rasp, my hips bucking slightly. “You’re so fucking good at this.”
Her moan vibrates around me, a sensation so intense it sends a jolt straight to my core. My hands tighten in her hair, guiding her as she bobs her head, taking me deeper with every stroke. The sight of her—lips stretched around me, cheeks hollowing as she works me over—has me on the edge of losing all control. She moves like she’s been doing this forever, her tongue swirling against the sensitive underside of my cock, her rhythm devastating slow.
“Fuck, baby,” I groan, my voice hoarse. “You take me so damn good.”
She hums in response, the vibration sending another jolt through me, and I can’t help but thrust gently, my hips rolling up to meet her. She doesn’t flinch, doesn’t pull away—she takes me deeper, her throat relaxing as she swallows me whole. The wet, obscene sounds fill the room, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.
I feel myself teetering on the edge, and I try to warn her. “Val, I’m close. You sure?—”
But she doesn’t stop. If anything, she doubles down, her eyes locking with mine as she takes me even deeper, her nails digging into my thighs as if daring me to hold back. I don’t. With a guttural groan, I come hard, the release shuddering through me in waves. She doesn’t spill a drop, her throat working as she drinks me down, and when I think I can’t take anymore, she pulls back slightly, her lips brushing over my sensitive skin.
And then, like the little vixen she is, she moves lower, her mouth finding my balls. She takes her time, licking and sucking each one gently, her tongue tracing circles that have me twitching in overstimulation.
“Such a good girl,” I murmur, brushing her hair back as she cleans me, her tongue flicking over every inch with an almost reverent focus.
She groans, frustrated, and pulls back to look up at me. “What’s the matter?” I ask, still breathless.
“I’m not like this,” she says, her voice trembling. “I shouldn’t be wanting to be your good girl, to let you spank me and . . . but I want it. I want it so much. More than I’ve ever wanted anything, and I don’t understand.”
I cup her face, tilting her chin up so she has to look at me. “I don’t understand this either and maybe we can figure it out together. I want you so much too, and it scares me,” I admit, my voice low and rough. “It scares how much I want to bury myself inside you bare. How I want to fill all your pretty holes, claim you. And I hope you let me. I so fucking hope you let me. But if you’re not comfortable, I’ll stop. Please, promise me you’ll stop me if you don’t want it.”
“I promise,” she whispers, her cheeks flushing.
“Such a good fucking girl you are, baby,” I murmur, my thumb brushing over her swollen lips.
She glances down at me, her voice barely a whisper. “Can I keep sucking your cock? Just because . . . I like it.”
“Anything for you,” I say, stroking her hair, my heart thundering in my chest as she leans down, her head settling into my lap. Her legs are curled up on the couch, her body draped lazily like she’s perfectly at ease, like this is exactly where she belongs. Her lips wrap around me again, slow and unhurried, her tongue gliding against me as if she’s savoring every moment.
She doesn’t rush. It’s not frantic or desperate. It’s indulgent, almost peaceful, the way she moves her mouth over me, slow, like she’s savoring every second. Her eyes flutter closed, her lashes resting against her cheeks, and for a moment, I wonder if she’s about to drift off like this, so content and completely wrapped up in me.
The thought nearly undoes me.
My hand stays in her hair, brushing gently through the strands as I watch her, utterly captivated. Her mouth fits me like it was made to, and the way her body seems to melt into the couch, into me, leaves me breathless.
“You’re perfect,” I murmur, more to myself than to her, my voice low and reverent.
She hums softly, the sound vibrating around me, sending a shiver straight through me. But it’s not just the sensation—it’s the way she seems to trust me completely in this moment, the way she’s giving herself over to this, to me.
She slows even more, her lips barely moving now, and I realize she’s on the verge of drifting off, her breathing soft and steady against my skin. The sight of her—her head in my lap, her legs tucked up on the couch, her body so completely relaxed—does something to me I can’t explain.
I stroke her cheek gently, my thumb brushing over her skin. “Take your time, baby. I’ve got you.”