Page 106 of Bourbon Kingdom
Obeying him, I looked straight ahead and cautiously asked, “Would you really do that to me?”
“Do you think you deserve it after that conversation in the kitchen?”
“You made fun of me too—”
Snap.
With a quick flick of his wrist, his hand connected with my ass, sending a shock of surprise and then pleasure through my body. Oh, fuck, yes.
“Remember who is in charge here, little one.”
“Yes, Jett,” I answered.
“Now, do you think you deserve that punishment?”
Knowing I didn’t want that punishment, I wanted to say no, but if I agreed with him, he might take it easy on me, so instead of acting out and showing my defiance, I swallowed my pride and nodded my head.
“Let me hear you say it,” Jett said forcefully.
“Yes, I deserve that punishment,” I replied, breathless at the way his hand started to move over my back again.
He traced my spine carefully and then ran his fingers down to my ass, to the backs of my thighs and then travelled on to my innermost sensitive skin, to a spot that was sore from last night, but more than happy to accommodate Jett’s current needs. I grew even wetter as his fingers teased my core, played with my responsive skin, skin that made me shake and quake under his touch.
My breathing grew heavier as I tried to control my hips from thrusting into his fingers. Self-respect, Goldie, self-respect.
“Does my punishment turn you on, little one? You’re very wet.”
“You turn me on,” I responded, wanting him to push his fingers inside of me, anything to lessen the pressure that was building up.
“Good answer,” I felt him smile behind me. He leaned forward again, so his mouth was close to my ear, as his hand still continued to tease me, while the other hand ran up my stomach to my hanging breasts. He took turns tweaking each nipple, causing me to moan out loud.
“You’re so responsive. For that, I will forgo my punishment and teach you a lesson a different way.”
Thank fuck!
“What do you have planned now?”
“Since you seem to have forgotten how large my cock really is, I’m going to take it upon myself to remind you.”
“How do you plan on . . . oh fuck!” I screamed, as Jett plunged himself inside of me.
Just as Jett was gentle and loving last night, he now turned right back into his dominant self, and I loved every little moment of it. Don’t get me wrong, I liked it when I was allowed to touch him, to explore him, but right now, with him gripping onto my hips and deep inside of me, I was more than happy to see this side of him.
His fingers held tightly onto my skin as he filled me with every glorious inch of him. Yup, definitely not a little macaroni.
I waited patiently for him to start thrusting into me, to show me how deep he could go, but he just held still, growing inside of me, but never moving. I thought of helping him out, reminding him of the typical movement one conducts in such a position, but knew that could only cause trouble, so instead, I opened my mouth.
“Jett,” I begged, letting him know that I was ready for whatever he had planned.
“Were you asked to speak, little one?”
“No, but, I just, I need you, Jett.”
“Very well, you just have to do one thing.”
“What’s that?” I would do just about anything right now to get the man to move his hips.
“You need to shout at the top of your lungs how big my cock is, so Diego and Blane can hear you.” I could hear the mirth in his voice and it took all my strength not to turn around and slap his cock like it was a wet piece of bread.
