Page 119 of Secret Obsession
“That’s better,” Aspen declares. “More exciting.”
“What’s the punishment if you don’t do it?” Greyson asks.
Knox taps his finger against his lips, but I’d bet anything that the fucker already has an idea. In fact, with his scheming, this is probablywhyhe picked the game. Give people impossible dares so they face whatever punishments he can come up with.
It’s sick and twisted and it could be interesting.
Willow’s sitting beside me, her hand on my thigh, but she’s not really here. She hasn’t been here since I caught her talking to Ronan earlier this week and she had a punishment of her own.
Punishment that’s been ongoing, since I haven’t let her come in four days.
I’ve come quite a bit. In fact, she’s got the plug in her ass right now, holding my cum there. As if I just remembered it, I slip my free hand in my pocket and thumb the button. She twitches under my arm.
It takes her a moment to get her expression under control. We’re covered by a blanket, thank fuck, because my dick is hard in an instant. And her hips shift, her body squirming under the siege of vibrations.
“Stop,” she breathes. “Miles.”
I keep it going for another minute, until her eyes are rolling back.
Then I turn it off.
She sags against me.
“Punishment is losing a piece of clothing,” Knox suggests.
Willow shifts. I don’t think she loves that idea—and neither do I.
I lower my lips to her ear. “Guess that means we’re all in, hmm?”
She makes a face at me, then sits up. “I’ll go first,” she volunteers. “Aspen, truth or dare?”
Aspen grins. “Dare.”
“I dare you to show us your sex face.”
Steele’s eyebrows lift, but both of them are fucking smiling. Of course, because they have a bit of exhibitionism in them. Aspen sits up straighter, moving Steele’s hands to her thighs, and does an imitation of how she probably looks when she’s having sex. She bounces on Steele’s lap, and then throws her head back in a form of ecstasy.
“Damn, sweetheart,” Steele murmurs, tipping her head to the side to catch her lips. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
I smirk.
Aspen drags her fingers through her dark hair, and her gaze flickers around before landing on Finch. “Truth or Dare, Hudson?”
Shit, I always forget that’s his first name.
“Truth,” he says.
“Did you fuck Thalia? And if you did, did you enjoy it?”
He blanches. Poor guy. It’s kind of funny, though.
“I didn’t. Um, your uncle scared me away.”
Aspen’s lips turn down. “Uncle Cillian? When did you meet him?”
“This goes outside the scope of truth or dare,” Knox interrupts. He’s still lording over the party in front of the TV. “Finch, you’re up.”
“Um, Knox, truth or dare?”
