“And I explained my reasoning. If you had an old friend come back into your life and you saw all these warning signs, would you ignore him? I’m not saying it’s our job to fix him, I’m just saying we can give him a reprieve from his own head. From the strange reality of adjusting to civilian life and being limited.”
“Fuck,” Lincoln cursed as he started to pace, hands running through his hair. “I’m going to spank your ass for this. Wedon’tmake decisions alone. We’re supposed to be a team.” Apparently I’d finally said the right thing to convince him, though he looked less than thrilled about it.
“Normally I’d agree. But sometimes things like this will pop up and it’s our job to adjust and take it in stride. This is one hunt, Lincoln, not our entire lives and careers,” I countered. Then I let a smirk slip across my face. “And if you calm the fuck down I’ll let you spank me for not talking it out first. Though let me be clear and say I’m not sorry about that.”
“You’re a brat,” Lincoln said as he stopped pacing. But the spark had already been lit in his eyes and he lunged for me, grabbing me and throwing me over his shoulder. A hard smack landed on my jean clad ass as he stalked toward the house. The guys didn’t follow us this time, letting me face this punishment alone. At least they hadn’t clung to their refusal and had heard me out, however I had a feeling I still had a bit of groveling to do. Our trip was soon though, so we better get it out of our system before then.
Lincoln didn’t speak as he set me on my feet in our bedroom. His eyes met mine for a moment and I could see the struggle behind his piercing blue eyes. It was a relief to see the love there still; this was our first big fight and I hated that it was happening.
Then the moment was ripped away as he undressed me himself. He dropped to the edge of the bed and pointed to his lap. My cheeks heated with embarrassment at the idea of being draped over him like this, but I bit it back knowing that it was no different than any other time. Somehow this one just felt more real, like a true punishment. But if this was what he needed to move on I wouldn’t deny him. Plus, I’d be winning in the end.
The first smack that landed on my ass wasn’t hard but I yelped regardless. Then I moaned as he soothed his hand over it. The heat of it stung and soon he was raining smack after smack over me as I ground against his leg, needing more than just this. But it seemed this time he was hellbent on making me suffer.
After the barrage, his hands ran slowly over my heated flesh. It only made the sting more intense and when I wiggled or moved against him he’d give me a warning slap that had me still again.
The moment he gave in and dipped his hand between my legs I was about to sob in relief.
“Wet for me, aren’t you, sunshine? You love these punishments as much as I do,” he practically purred.
“Yes,” I breathed out because that was all my muddled brain could form. He chuckled before taking his hand away. I whimpered at the loss but it was ripped away from me as I was lifted in the air then thrown mercilessly on the bed.
He didn’t waste time before his face was buried between my thighs. His tongue flicked over my clit before thrusting into my core. My pussy was throbbing with need as he tongue fucked me right to the edge. Then he stopped abruptly so the orgasm slipped away.
“Dammit,” I growled.
“I did say punishment,” he said without a hint of remorse. The moment my body had calmed he was right back there, this time sucking hard on my clit as he slid two fingers into my pussy. Once again he easily worked me up. My body hummed with need and my stomach clenched, ready for the impending release.
Then he stopped again.
This time I did whine. The sound was undignified and desperate but it was how I felt in that moment with my torturous boyfriend.
“Please, sir. I need to come,” I begged. He stood then and walked away and my mouth dropped open in shock.
Did he just fucking leave me like this?!
But before I could race after him and karate chop him for being a dick he was back, weapon in hand. The vibrator had a long cord that he plugged into the wall. Fuck, that was’t a good sign.
RIP Brea. Death by edging.
“Oh don’t worry, I also have this.” He opened his palm to reveal silks. My protests fell on deaf ears as he tied my wrists and ankles to the bed frame. I struggled against them and he smiled in satisfaction when I barely had movement. They didn’t hurt or dig into me, just prevented me from moving. Which meant I was splayed out for him with my legs spread wide and nowhere to go while he tortured me. My only solace was how fucking hard he was. The tip of his cock was leaking precum and he gave himself a few strokes for relief before hitting the button on the vibrator, amping it up all the way.
“Gods,” I breathed out. My heart raced in anticipation and my pussy clenched at the sight of his self-satisfied smile and the evil glint in his eyes.Yup, I might not survive the night.
“Ready?”
“No,” I groaned but he ignored me.
The head of the vibrator teased over my breasts first. My already pebbled nipples were sensitive and a jolt shot through me and straight to my greedy pussy. She wanted more. Now.
My breath came out in shallow puffs as he teased it down my body, the intense vibrations almost stinging against my flesh. The anticipation of it was pure fucking torture and I was practically hyperventilating before he was circling around my pussy, not giving me what I really wanted.
Then he pressed it onto my clit. The scream I let out was unexpected as my body arched off the bed, though the scarves held strong. No matter how I tugged and writhed I couldn’t get away from the intense toy.
Just as I reached the peak it was ripped away yet again. My stomach churned with nerves and frustration as I purposefully tried to slow my breathing back down.
Twice more he teased me with the vibrator, sliding it into my core and swirling it around my clit, my wetness only making it that much better. I don’t think I’ve ever been this fucking turned on before.
“Please, sir,” I begged shamelessly. “Let me come.”