“Nothing. Nothing else. Well, that and how much I want to touch you.”
“Exactly. That’s what a spanking is all about, Emma. Escape. Now, don’t touch me until I tell you that you can touch me.”
It’s then that I admit that, yes, I do want her submission. I want her to burn alive for me. I want her to do anything I say just to get more. I want her to want me that badly, but I also want so much more from Emma Knight. I want her to be mine and the fact that she was willing to walk away, to leave tonight, says she isn’t mine at all.
And damn it, I’m going to change that.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Emma
Don’t touch him.
That is no easy task when my body is on fire and my belly trembling with his lips that are now pressed there. I want to touch him. God, how I want to touch him. His tongue teases my delicate skin, and even as it does, he settles lower on the mattress, his shoulders between my thighs. His mouth moves lower, and he widens my legs. My sex clenches almost painfully with how badly I want him in that most intimate part of me. He knows, too. I feel it. I can feel him willing me to do what he wants and what he wants is for me to touch him, so he can spank me.
And as he predicted it would be: I both want that spanking and dread it.
His lips move lower, lower, and then sideways to my hip, his teeth scraping there, his tongue salve to the sting he’s left behind. And then he’s back to my belly, his mouth pressing there, his blue eyes finding mine, the depths of his stare smoldering with burning embers. I am burning alive, lost in this man, and yet, somehow, unbidden, I think of York. I think of every moment that man looked at me and made me feel insecure and uncomfortable. I think of all of his demands. And I think of these things because that’s not what I feel with Jax. After all I went through with York, I trust Jax enough to be vulnerable with him. He can’t possibly know how impossible I would have thought that to be for me with anyone ever again.
Jax catches my hips, and his breath is a warm whisper on my clit that drives away everything but him, this—us. I suck in a breath of my own now, waiting, wanting. My hands come down. They want to reach for him, but I catch the blanket instead. He laughs at my quick save, the sound a low, rough rumble, that vibrates off his tongue as it licks my clit. I arch with the sudden onslaught of sensations rippling through my body. My hips lift off the bed, my body begging for more. So much more. Jax does a slow twirl with his tongue, and his fingers slide along the wet heat of my sex. I am now balling the blanket in my hands, holding onto it to stop from grabbing him.
I pant out a, “Please Jax,” begging, wanting something, anything. I just want more. Please spank me. Please fuck me. Please just be inside me right now.
His response is to suckle my clit, while his fingers slip inside me. My breath rasps from my dry throat, and my fingers cramp with how hard I clutch the blanket. He’s licking me now, and his tongue is merciless in its exploration. His thumb flicks my clit while his tongue replaces his fingers, delving in and out, over and around. And just when I’m right there, when I’m about to come, he seems to know and responds. He denies me that one last moment I need to be there, in that sweet wonderful place. His mouth lifts, and his fingers slide inside me again. They stretch me, stroke me, drive me insane.
Blood roars in my ears, and I don’t even try to hold back. I’m somehow just pumping against him, looking for the sweet spot he just denied me, and oh yes, I’m there. I’m so there again, thank you, Lord, only to gasp as his fingers are gone. His mouth is back on my clit, and the buildup begins again. I’m there quicker this time, right on the edge, and when I’m certain that he will pull away, desperation rises inside me. I need what he keeps denying me and to hell with his rule. I reach for him. I touch him, and the minute I do, I know my mistake, if you can call it a mistake. Because, yes, his mouth lifts, and yes, he denies me my orgasm, but now he’s on top of me, the sweet weight of him pressing me into the mattress.
“Have you ever been spanked, Emma?” he asks. “What I did to you, last time doesn’t count.”
“I feel like it should count. Your hand. My ass.”
“That was a warmup. You can say no.”
“Yes,” I whisper, no hesitation in me. None. I feel no hesitation with Jax.
“Then it will be nothing but good for you. I’m going to have to spank you, Emma,” he declares.
He leans in and kisses me, and in defiance of the very idea of a spanking, it’s tender, so very tender. His lips part mine, and he lingers there a moment. “What are you doing to me, woman?”
“It’s really more about what you’re about to do to me, right?”
His lips curve. “Say it. What am I going to do to you?”
“Spank me.”
“That’s right, baby. Now. I’m going to spank you.”
I swallow hard, and the next thing I know, he’s turned me to my stomach, and he’s on top of me. My heart races, and I can barely breathe. His lips settle at my ear. “Relax, baby. I’ll warn you.” He moves off of me and rolls us to our sides, his leg capturing mine, his hand on my backside. His lips back at my ear. “We don’t have to do this.”
I breathe out, and God, my nipples are so tight they hurt, my sex a dull ache that needs him inside me. “You teased me. Spank me or fuck me, just do it now.”
“Soon, baby.” He strokes my hair from my face and tilts my mouth to his, kissing me, the sweet-salty taste of me on his lips, erotic, arousing. And God, how he’s kissing me so damn right. I’m lost in the slide of his tongue, the feel of his lips on mine: his whole damn mouth. He turns me slightly, rubbing my backside, one hand sliding under me, and then I’m on my knees, and before I can lift my upper body, his fingers are back in my sex. Now he’s tapping my sex from behind and still, his fingers tease my clit, the front and back assault on my senses almost too much.
“I’m going to spank you three times,” he says, his face near mine. “You can count with me. I’ll tell you when. Okay?”
“Yes.” That’s all I can manage because God his fingers. And that tapping is vibrating through my sex. I’m dying. I’m burning alive. “Yes.”
He stops what he’s doing again. He stops, and I’m dying with need, but then his hand is between my shoulder blades, and he’s leaning in, his face next to my face. “We don’t have to do this, baby,” he says softly. “We can—”
“Do it, Jax. Stop teasing me because payback is hell. I vow to tease you just as badly.”
He laughs again, my sex clenching with the low, sexy rumble, his hand stroking my hair. “Then I guess I better get to that spanking.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Emma
Then I guess I better get to that spanking.
Just hearing Jax say those words sends a rush of nerves and arousal shooting through my body.
He shifts then, and he’s on his knees, at my side, his hand sliding up and down my back, over my backside, then back up my spine. Slow. Fast. Soft. Firm. Repeat. And I feel it everywhere. All over my body. My nipples are puckered. My sex is one throbbing ache where I need him to be right now. He does this over and over until I can’t take it. “Jax!”