Page 29 of Georgie (Sons of Hell MC #10)

Josie

“Punish me,” I whispered, because apparently, my brain staged a coup d’état and replaced my common sense with the ‘let’s-see-what-happens’ committee.

I mean, seriously, who says that to the man who just stared them down like a particularly intense badger eyeing a delicious bee? He’d never spoken to me like that before—all demanding growls and smoldering gazes.

It was... unsettling. Like finding out your fluffy kitten secretly had a black belt in karate.

But then, there was that look in his eyes, a dark chocolate swirl of longing that somehow made the whole ‘punishing’ thing seem less like a medieval torture session and more like. .. an adventurous Tuesday night.

His smile?

Don’t even get me started.

It was the kind of smile that could melt glaciers and simultaneously give me a mild concussion from the sheer intensity of its awesomeness.

It completely unhinged me in the best possible way.

I felt like a marionette whose strings had just been dramatically cut.

His smile undid me as I watched him nod approvingly, releasing my hair.

I felt him move back, and the loss of his touch sent a shiver down my spine.

I didn’t know what he was going to do next, but I knew it was going to be interesting to say the least. George was showing me a side of him I knew nothing about.

Yet this new revelation had my body jumping up and down, giddy with delight.

So when his warm hand began moving in slow circles over my bare ass, I stupidly thought this wasn’t so bad. I liked the feel of his heated hand as it warmed my backside.

Yeah, I should have known he was toying with me.

I gasped when the first strike sent a sting that robbed me of air.

“Ow!” I yelped, the first smack landing with surprising force.

Okay, maybe ‘ surprising ’ wasn’t the right word. More like ‘ violently unexpected .’ It wasn’t a gentle tap either. It was a solid ‘ remember this moment, Josephine’ kind of smack.

I didn’t have time to recover before another stinging blow landed hard on my ass.

“Again!” I somehow squeaked out between gasps for air, my brain clearly having taken a permanent vacation to the land of ‘ what-the-fuck-just-happened’ .

Another smack. And another. Each one was a fiery explosion on my rear, a sensation that shifted from “ouch!” to “oh my God, this is... interesting.”

My body seemed to have developed a sudden, alarming affection for pain. It was like my nerves decided to throw a raucous party, and the guest of honor was the stinging sensation of a man’s hand meeting my backside.

He was laughing now, a low, throaty rumble that vibrated through my very being.

“Enjoying your punishment, Josephine?”

Fuck me! If this is punishment... sign me up.

“Yes, sir,” I moaned, because honestly, what else could I say? I was pretty sure I’d just discovered a new dimension of pleasure I never knew existed. It wasn’t just physical. There was something intensely emotional about surrendering to this... experience.

“Breathe, baby,” he murmured, his voice a rough caution with something that sounded suspiciously like breathless excitement.

And then... well, let’s just say the ‘my punishment’ took a rather significant and unexpectedly pleasurable turn.

The second I felt the head of his cock against my ass, I grabbed the straps and held on for dear life as his cock entered me slowly at first and with extreme gentleness. Taking his time, he let my body adjust to his size.

Holy mother of God!

I felt every inch of him as he slowly pushed deeper into my ass, and though the fire blazed quickly, I welcomed the burn as he took me higher.

Crying out softly, I rocked my hips back toward him.

I heard him laugh as he pushed deeper into me.

“Fuck, Josephine. I’m going to enjoy teaching you,” he whispered, kissing my neck as he pushed deeper into me.

Lost in a sea of flames, I closed my eyes and let the scorching fire that was now my ass envelop me in a warm blanket.

Moaning quietly, I tightened my hands around the soft leather straps as he moved his body closer and closer to mine.

His pulsing cock slid deeper into me as the flames rose higher until his body was finally covering mine.

“Time to fly, baby,” he soothed as he ground his cock deeper.

The moment he pulled back and thrust back into me, I finally took a breath and let go as I felt him working furiously against my body, plunging his dick deeper as I aimed for the stars.

I had never felt so free.

Closing my eyes, I welcomed the burn. Safe within his arms, George shattered my world as he pushed me higher and higher until I could fly no more.

“Cum for me!” he shouted as he savagely slammed into my body. Gone was the warm blanket, and in that instant, I screamed as my body burst all around him. The fire within me exploded and flashed all around me.

Let’s just say the rest was a blur of intense pleasure, punctuated by gasps, moans, and the occasional shriek of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. The whole ‘punishment’ thing? It had evolved into something else entirely. Something... incredibly exhilarating.

In the end, I was a puddle of blissful exhaustion, wrapped in his arms, smiling like an idiot.

He hadn’t removed the restraints, but somehow, that didn’t matter anymore.

I was floating, truly floating, on a cloud of pure, unadulterated joy.

My body was no longer my own. My ass gripped his hard cock, pulling him deeper into me.

With a loud growl, he slammed into me one more time and stilled, adding to the flames within me as he dumped his seed deep.

Panting, I gasped for air as a cool breeze blew across my skin, and I shivered. I never felt him remove my hands from the leather binds. All I knew was that I was floating on air and wrapped in his warmth.

Slowly opening my eyes, I looked into his beautiful eyes and smiled. Laying my head on his chest, I drifted off into heaven, knowing that he would catch me when I floated back to earth.

Smiling, I leaned back in my seat and adjusted the soft pillow under my ass as I remembered last night’s adventures when I heard George chuckle.

Ignoring the smug bastard, I closed my eyes and tried not to wince at every damn pothole he specifically aimed for. When I woke up this morning still in my heavenly bliss bubble, the last thing I expected was for George to slap my ass and order me to get dressed.

“Why are we going to the clubhouse again? Because you know I’ve got shit to do at the lodge. The wedding is tomorrow, and all the relatives will arrive today.”

“I know, but King called for a club meeting, which means everyone.”

“I’m not a brother, George.”

“No, but you are my woman, and a club meeting means everyone. Church is for the brothers only.”

“Seems a bit sexist to me. Why call it anything if the women are only allowed for certain meetings?” I muttered mainly to myself as George smartly kept his damn mouth shut.

“Mom, why is Cameron going to be in the wedding? He’s not family?” Jasmine asked from the back seat.

“Because LeeAnn asked him to. Why?”

“No reason.”

Opening my eyes, I turned and looked at my daughter. “Why are you asking?”

“No reason.”

“She plans on tripping him when he walks down the aisle,” Jasper absently said, not bothering to look up from the book he was reading.

“I DO NOT!”

“Jasmine Jane Hennessy! You will do no such thing. I mean it. You will leave Cameron alone.”

“But, Mom, I gotta get him back!”

“For what?”

“For getting me grounded.”

“What?” I asked, confused. “Jasmine. The last time I grounded you was when you... NO! Absolutely not! You leave that boy alone. That was weeks ago. Let it go, girl!”

Huffing, Jasmine rolled her eyes and whispered, “When pigs fly, I will.”

“Told you she wouldn’t forget, Mom,” Jasper added.

“What is she talking about? What did Cameron do to her?” George asked, joining the conversation.

“It’s nothing. Just a simple misunderstanding at the comic bookstore a few weeks ago,” I replied as George pulled into the Sons of Hell compound. The second he put the vehicle in park, both Jasmine and Jasper leaped from the vehicle and ran inside.