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“Nothing a hot shower or a massage won’t fix.”
“I can arrange both.” Maybe both together. In fact, he looked forward to having his hands on her body.
With two fingers, Gregorio parted her labia, making her suck in a shallow breath. “Now I want you to masturbate yourself.”
She blinked.
“You heard me, Petal.”
“I…”
“Would you like me to spank your pussy to ensure your obedience?”
“What?No.”Frantically, gasping, she moved her hand, placing hers over his to protect herself. “You can’t mean that.”
“Oh?” He arched an eyebrow. “Are you seriously contemplating challenging me?”
“You’d actually…” She shook her head. “I mean, spank me?There?”
“Any number of places, actually.” He tried—and failed—to hide his grin. “Because you’re new to my way of life and I’m feeling particularly generous, I’ll give you three seconds to follow my order.”
“I…” With a doubtful frown, she searched his gaze. “Does my safe word still work?”
“Of course,” he reassured her. “Always.”
But he was betting she wouldn’t use it.
His beautiful little Petal was enjoying her first taste of submission.
By telling her what to do, she could abdicate responsibility. He was giving her permission to enjoy herself, shove aside the dozens of reasons that they shouldn’t be doing this. “Three,” he warned.
“Gregorio…”
His grip firm, telegraphing his seriousness, he captured her wrist and moved her hand to her belly, exposing her gorgeous, still-swollen pussy.
Then, still keeping her labia parted, he pulled back the hood of her clitoris. “This will sting, Petal.”
“I—”
“Two.”
All of her muscles tensed.
“Last chance to start playing with yourself.”
Though she didn’t move, her gaze was miserable, pleading, a combination of dark desire and nerves.
Refusing to be swayed, he gave her pussy a spank.
“Gregorio!”
But instead of trying to escape, she arched toward him, her body begging for more.
How could he deny her?
Leaning forward, he used his tongue to take away the slight sting. “That was a gentle tap.” A slight reprimand, a taste of what might follow. “If you don’t want to another one, much harder, get busy.”
She squeezed her eyes shut, then he lifted her hand and sucked two fingers into his mouth, wetting them—not that he needed to do so. Sasha was already wet, and the musky scent of her heat filled the air. Sweet, sweet intoxication.