She didn’t answer him, couldn’t answer him. He’d worked his hand under her nightgown and was lightly squeezing her breast. She’d always thought her boobs were too large. They were cumbersome. She’d always done her best to hide them. But the way Zeke talked about them. . .they felt almost special.
She felt special.
Bad, bad idea, Eden.
Only she knew there was no going back now. Her pussy was aching to be filled. To be taken. Hard. Fast. Soft. Sweet.
She groaned as his fingers lightly pinched her nipple then he moved his hand to her other breast.
“Can’t have this breast getting lonely, can we? Don’t want to give it an inferiority complex.”
She shook her head. No, they definitely couldn’t have that. He placed kisses along her neck. Goosebumps broke out across her skin.
He was lethal. She’d always known that. But she just hadn’t let him get close enough to her to feel the burn.
“Zeke. Zeke, please,” she begged.
“Now, how do you think you should be punished?”
“I. . .I don’t know.” She cried out as he pinched her nipple just a little too hard.
The pain was sharp. The pleasure was indescribable. Jesus, who knew she’d like a bit of pain with her pleasure?
“Wrong answer.”
“You. . .you could spank me.”
Oh hell. Had she just said that?
“Have you thought about being spanked by me?” he asked in a deep, hard voice. “Have you dreamed of me taking you over my knee, baring that naughty bottom of yours and turning it pink. Hmm?”
Oh fuck. Oh shit.
“N-no.”
“No? Really? Are you lying right now, princess?”
Oh hell.
“I think you are. And I think that you very much deserve to be punished. That’s two lies. However, I’m not going to spank you tonight.”
He wasn’t? Well, damn it.
“Your punishment is that you aren’t allowed to come without my permission.”
What the hell?
He slid his hand down her stomach to her pink, cotton panties. Now she wished she’d worn something sexier. He ran his finger along the top seam of her panties. She drew in a sharp breath. She was on the edge. Close to grabbing his hand and demanding he do something about the arousal raging through her.
“Zeke. . . please,” she begged.
“Please what, princess?”
He cupped her mound and she knew he could feel how wet her panties were. That should probably embarrass her. But she was well past embarrassment and very close to begging him to make her come.
“Please touch me. I. . .I. . .need you.”
“Good girl for asking for what you need.” The approval in his voice warmed her. “I know how difficult it is for you to do that. I’m going to teach you that you can put your trust in me, princess. You can always tell me what you need. And I’ll always do whatever I have to in order to give that to you.”