Page 115 of Ramshackle
He spanks me again. And again.
“That sounds like thinking.”
Oh, fucking hell.
I press my lips together and struggle to keep from wriggling in my impatience for him to touch me again. When it comes back, he picks up exactly where he left off.
And he doesn’t remove my panties.
The asshole is probably going to make it a point to leave them on now just because I tried to tell him what to do.
Smack!
He doesn’t bother saying anything this time, but it does the trick.
Even though my eyes are covered, I close them. I take a deep breath and try to focus only on what he’s doing to me. On the way my legs twitch and quiver from the fast vibrations. On the aching pulse of need from my clit formore.
Once I let go, there is nothing but the pleasure he’s feeding me. I don’t monitor the noises escaping my lips as he builds mehigher than I thought I could go without breaking. When I think I must be at the top, he orders me, “Not yet,” and encourages me further.
I’m shaking with the need to come. “Please, please…” Words fall mindlessly, begging for release. The vibrator slowly pushes into me, but the fabric blocks it from entering me more than the barest amount. I push and grind onto it, desperate to fulfill the need that’s clawing at me from the inside.
His other hand strums over my swollen clit just as he commands, “Come for me, Raegan. Let go.”
I’m not in control of my body anymore.
He is.
It reacts to his words without hesitation, and finally,finally, I’m free-falling through my orgasm. My pussy clenches in rhythmic waves, seeking out more but taking whatever it can as it wrings me dry.
My knees give out, and I slide back to his desk, but Aiden catches me. He pulls my hips back until it feels like I’m sitting in his lap but leaning forward on the desk.
I have maybe thirty seconds to catch my breath before he speaks.
“Again.”
I’m floating on a cloud.
Or that’s how it feels because I’m too exhausted to so much as crack my eyes open to see where Aiden’s taking me. My body is nothing but a bliss-filled leaden weight.
Something squeaks, and then there’s the sound of rushing water. A bath?
I drift back to sleep to the sound of running water and don’t wake until my bare backside touches the heated water. It feels nice, cocooning me in its warmth until I’m submerged up to the mounds of my breasts.
But it doesn’t hold me enough on its own, and I start leaning to the side. I open my eyes in a panic, the fear of drowning enough to give me that control back to find Aiden undressed to boxers.
“You’re awake?” he questions, drawing his leg back and foot to the floor as if he’d been about to join me.
“I…” My eyes catch on his toned body, and words fail me. His chest and torso are smooth and firm…but hisarms. He clearly works out, or uses his gift frequently, because there is more definition with the muscles in his arms than anywhere else. The urge to run my hands over them is almost all-consuming, and I’m grateful that I can’t move right now, even if I wanted to.
I drag my gaze down his legs as far as I can see from my seated position and where he’s standing.
Aiden clears his throat, then inquires dryly, “I take it you like what you see?”
Blinking to break my stare, I force my eyes back to his face. “Oh, uh, um…sorry?”
I’m not sorry.
“If you’re finished staring, can you wash yourself?”
