Chapter 28 #2
This is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
His head drops with a low growl. His ass cheeks clench. Through the spray of the shower, I hear him groan, his muscles flexing as he slaps his palm higher against the wall. His other hand moves faster now. Rougher. “Fuck.”
It slows as his lower body jerks twice. Three times.
Fuck, I’m wet again. And I think I might die if we don’t get to number two soon.
He turns around and finds my eyes. There’s no surprise in his face as he scans me where I stand.
He knew I was here the whole time.
My lips part, prepared for an excuse. Yep, deer in headlights.
At the flick of his eyes, I step over to him, standing just outside the shower.
“Next time,” he swipes the head of his cock and brings his thumb to my mouth, letting me taste him. “You won’t just be watching.”
He gives me a grin that deepens his dimple. “Okay,” he says, grabbing the soap. “Now, I’m really going to get cleaned up in here.”
With a final glance down, I turn and walk out of his bathroom.
His bed is warm against my skin as I settle in, naked under his soft sheets. He steps out a few minutes later, his hair slicked back, his expression relaxed and appreciative.
“You better not have a toy under there, Sunshine.”
I lick my lips as he makes his way to me, his towel on the verge of sliding off. I’m already picturing him over me. His cock finally inside me, stretching me.
Anxiety pricks my skin and I take a breath. His voice comes out ragged and he pauses. “You alright?”
I nod. I don’t know why that settles me, but it does. “What if uh…what if I did have a toy under here? What would you do?”
“That’s a tough one,” he says, reaching the bed. “Since you still owe me an apology for the first time.”
Warmth blooms as he climbs over me, chasing away every coherent thought. “Okay...I’m sorry,” I breathe absently.
He cocks his head.
I blink. “What? I can’t keep up with your rules. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re setting me up to fail.”
He laughs and I feel it rumble through his chest. “I only had three rules, Sunshine. Not my fault you already broke two of ‘em.”
What if I broke all three?
He pauses and stares down at me. “Isla? You alright?”
I blink. I didn’t say that out loud. I couldn’t have. “Yes.” I shake my head. “No.”
“No?”
“I love it when you talk dirty to me. When you turn me on, bring me to the edge. I love the praises. But please don’t tease me tonight.”
His expression shifts, concern settling over his features.
“Don’t make me beg. Don’t make me ask for it. I’m not good at it, Kane.”
And I’m afraid of what might slip out if you make me talk. What I might say with my head in the clouds. That I barely lasted three weeks without letting feelings get in the way of something that was supposed to be a clean, no-strings, mutually beneficial transaction.
Tisch was right.
“Isla.”
“I came through for you. And I need you to come through for me,” I continue.
My chest rises up and down. My breath is labored. Heat floods my face, and I open my mouth to apologize, but he shuts me with his lips. Kissing me long and hard before pulling back to look at me.
“Don’t beg. I don’t need you to do anything but feel…and tell me if something is too much.”
I nod. “I can do that.”
His eyes roam over me tenderly. “I know communication is not your strong suit. Maybe not today, but I will need you to give a little more effort here. There’s nothing I like more than a girl who asks for what she wants. I’ve seen you do it.”
He licks his lips, dipping his eyes for a second. “What if Shadow were here instead of you? What would she ask me to do to her? How does she want to come tonight?”
“Shadow? She’d ask you to fuck her,” I growl out of frustration, glancing at his thick, pierced cock. “But…you know, carefully.”
He grins wide. “Alright. That’s settled.” He cocks his head. “She can go now.”
I close my eyes and release a breath.
After a moment, he runs his hands along my side. I melt against his touch.
“Turn around.”
I open them. “Turn?”
“Be it my fault or not, you still broke two out of three rules, baby. That’s double the spanking.”
“Spanking?” I narrow my eyes suspiciously.
“We both know how you’re coming the third time tonight, Isla.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “But for the second, you’re going to be on your hands and knees on my bed.”
Liquid pools between my legs.
I’ve read plenty about spanking in my dark romance books.
And even some not-so-dark ones. And I’ve been curious, to say the least. This all feels like a fantasy.
Like I’m about to wake up in my little closet a month ago, picturing number nineteen pleasuring me all the ways the broken heroes in my books did their willing heroines.
But this isn’t my fantasy. This is real life. And Kane Andrews in the flesh is waiting for my reaction. My response.
I sit up on his bed and he gives me breathing room, but holds my hip with one hand, protectively, as he always does. There’s a warmth to it. A promise that he’d take care of me. It’s in his face too.
“I’m not going to hurt you, Isla.”
I nod, my eyes dropping to his chest. “I was just wondering if the lights have to stay on?”
“You’ll need some light.”
“I will?”
His eyes flick to the small lamp on the nightstand and he reaches over, dimming the brightness. “Better?”
I exhale with a nod.
He bends to suck my nipple into his mouth. His cock nudging against my entrance, making my pussy beg silently for it.
Despite my brain knowing I’m not ready for something so big to fill me, I rock against the head.
“What did I tell you, Isla?”
“Hmm?”
“The next time you come, you will be face down, ass up for the two rules you broke.”
He runs the tip along my center. His breath catching as he does.
I drop my eyes to where we’re nearly connected. “Fuck, Kane,” I whine.
His hips rock with a low growl, practically humping against me as he sucks the other nipple. I squirm under him, finally realizing what he needs me to do.
I suck in a breath and flip onto my stomach within his hold. He bends to whisper in my ear. “Atta, girl. Now lift this perfect ass for me.”
I flatten my palms on the pillow and do as he asks. He mutters another praise and dips to lift something off the floor. I hear a shuffling noise that only confuses me. “Ah, here it is. Page two sixty seven.”
He sets my book in front of me. The one I forgot I still had in my bag when I left for the game today. The dim light is just enough to make out the words.
My lips part.
It’s the spicy scene I sent him earlier. The heroine is on her knees being spanked, mercilessly—punished for something I can’t even remember at this point.
Kane’s lips are by my ear. “Don’t worry. You don’t have to read it aloud. I memorized it.”
My heart skips. “You planned this.”
“You’re onto me. I set you up to break another rule the second we walked in.” I hear the smirk in his voice. He rubs his hand over one cheek, close to where my pussy throbs for him. Then spreads my legs apart and feels between my thighs. “Fuck, Isla. Fucking love how soaked you get for me.”
I whimper as I read the scene in front of me. Using the words as a way to hold still…and prepare for what’s next.
“You know what happens to girls who break rules?”
I read the next line. “Yes.”
The first slap comes and I cry out. It’s sharp and leaves a delicious stinging sensation on my ass cheek. The next one comes before I have time to catch my breath.
It’s a second before his breath is on my neck again. “Did that hurt?”
I skip a few lines of banter to the word I’m looking for. “More.”
He hums and nudges my knees further apart, his fingers finding my clit like it’s a damn magnet.