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CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

LIAM

“You did such a good job following my rules today, sweetheart,” I croon, softly dragging my knuckles along Sasha’s jaw. Her skin warms under my tender touch, and her eyes fill with lust as I stare down at her with both pride and adoration. She follows my commands and rules so fucking well. I slip my fingers under her cream, cashmere open-front cardigan, and my hands slide over the soft, bare skin of her shoulders as I slip it from them. The fabric slides down her arms, and I push it over each of her hands and let it fall to the floor.

With my lips pressed to her shoulder, I slowly gather the fabric of her loose dress into my fists. I pepper kisses along her collarbone and neck until her dress is bunched around her waist. “I believe I promised to reward you for good behavior,” I whisper with my lips dusting against the shell of her ear. She lifts her arms as I pull the slate-gray dress up her torso and over her head. I drop it to the floor with her cardigan, leaving her before me in nothing but a matching black bra-and-panty set and a pair of stiletto booties.

And fuck, is it ever a sight.

I hoist her onto the countertop and can’t help but snicker at the tiny squeak she exhales when her bare arse hits the cold marble. Sliding my hands over her hips and down her thighs, I part her knees to make room for me. I lower my face to her lace-covered pussy. She lets out a sweet, needy whimper as I lick over the sheer fabric with the flat of my tongue; the sound is like a fucking drug.

I need more .

Slipping my fingers beneath the lace of her panties, I pull them to the side and place a wet kiss against the plump lips of her pussy. My tongue slides through her slit with my second kiss, dragging along her smooth flesh as I relish in the taste of her. Moaning with delight, I groan into her, “Your cunt is sinfully fucking delicious.”

Palming her ample tits as I kiss over them, I free them from the lacy cups of her bra. The tight peaks of her hardened nipples rub against my palms. Skimming my palms along her heaving breast, I pinch the tight pink buds and roll them between my fingers as I tug at them. Sasha’s ever-responsive body reacts to every touch, leaning into me and pleading for more. “How does my good girl want to come?” My question is muffled against her heaving tits.

She looks down at me with uncertain eyes, and her breathy voice raises an octave. “Sir?”

“You’re coming on my tongue,” I clarify, pressing my finger into her and rubbing the pad of my thumb around her swollen clit. Curling my finger and slowly dragging it along her walls, I ask, “Do you want it with or without my fingers?”

Continuing to teasingly work my fingers in her pussy, I stare up at her as I await a response. Her answer doesn’t come, though, and it leaves me wondering why she’s so hesitant to answer such a simple question.

“You’ve earned this, sweetheart.”—I cup her face with my free hand and still my finger—“Just as I’ll correct misbehavior, I want to show you how much I appreciate when you give yourself over to me. Tell me how you want me to please you.”

She hesitates, struggling to hold my stare. Her response is so timid that it’s barely audible. “Fingers.”

Resuming curling my finger, I hold her gaze as I kiss down her stomach. Between lingering wet kisses, I ask, “Fast and hard? Or slow and tender?”

“S…slow.”

I’ll happily take my time feasting on you.

“I expect to be soaked with you by the time I’m done,” I softly command as I bury my face in her pussy. My tongue swirls around her hardened clit, and I savor both her taste and the sweet whimpers trembling over her lips as I take my time licking and sucking her toward her release. I press a second finger into her tight channel, and she groans with pleasure. I match her moan, my cock growing rigid with the anticipation of feeling her wrapped around me again.

“Show me how my good girl comes on my tongue,” I urge between swipes of my tongue. “Then I can show you how my fuck toy comes on my cock.”

Sasha’s arches into my touch, silently asking for more. I apply more pressure with my fingers and tongue. Her labored cries grow louder, and she writhes against my face as she teeters on the edge. As much as I want to nip at her clit and firmly thrust into her to demand her release, I maintain my slow, steady pace.

Her clit throbs against my tongue, and she quivers around my fingers. My tongue glides through her slick pussy, and a soft, breathy scream rises from her lungs. Sasha’s head falls back, and her delicious, watery release cascades down my chin. Placing a final kiss on her wet mound, I pull my glistening fingers from her.

Gripping the back of my arousal-dampened shirt, I pull it over my head and toss it to the floor. Sasha sits at the edge of the counter, her breaths heavy and labored, as I undo my pants. I shove them down my thighs, allowing my rigid cock to spring free.

“Thank you, Sir,” she exhales on a ragged, satisfied moan.

Such a good fucking girl.

“This won’t be as gentle.” I grip both hips, dragging her from the counter and to her unsteady feet. Abruptly spinning her around, I bend her over the counter and drive the entirety of me into her with a growl. “But my dirty little fuck toy is going to love it.”