Breakaway (Beyond the Play, #2)(40)

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COOPER





The moment the words leave my mouth, I know I did something wrong.

Penny stiffens, and not in the way she did unconsciously just before my hand landed on her cute-as-hell bottom. Something about my suggestion has taken her far away from me mentally; already she’s shutting her eyes, shaking her head. She rubs her eyes with her fists and shudders out a breath. “No. Not that. Something else on the list.”

“I’m sorry,” I say quickly, even though I don’t know yet what I’m apologizing for. “I didn’t mean to push you.”

She shakes her head, opening her eyes. They’re glossy with tears, and her small smile is rueful. “It’s just—it’s last on the list for a reason. I’m not there yet. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

I kiss her cheek softly, more out of compulsion than anything. At least she hasn’t scrambled off my lap. I think I startled her, not scared her. Still, I’m an asshole; of course there’s a reason regular old dick-in-vagina is last on her list. I don’t know all the details, and I’m not owed them, but that doesn’t mean I have to be a massive idiot about the whole thing. “Take a deep breath for me.”

She blinks, nodding, her throat moving as she forces herself to swallow. “I’m okay.”

“You still want to do something? Whatever you want, I want to give you. You were so fucking good for me just now.”

She keeps her gorgeous eyes on me as she reaches between her legs and rubs her clit, panting softly. The small curves of her body, the tits I can suck on whole, if I’m so inclined, the fucking birthmark right next to her bellybutton that looks like a starburst—a real star, I mean, not the candy—it all adds up to a picture that has left me so hard up for it I can barely think. My cock is straining against my jeans, and I’m loathing my bright idea to wear a belt today. I can’t quite fight back the possessiveness running through me as I look at her. I know she’s not really mine, that this is just an arrangement, but I’m not going to anyone else for this right now, and neither is she. We’ve made that clear. It’s my name she said just now while I spanked her bottom red, and it’s going to be my name on her lips as she comes.

Her delicate fingers keep working between her legs. “Make me wait,” she says.

“More teasing?”

“As much as I can take.” She gasps as she hits a particularly good angle. “It’ll keep me focused on now.”

Focused instead of thinking about what, is the question, but I’m not her boyfriend, so I don’t try. Instead, I gather her up and set her against my pillows. She looks extra pretty like this, flushed all over as she settles against the slate gray sheets. I take off my belt, an inch at a time.

Fucking hell, she’s gorgeous. She’s a brat, but she’s a good girl, and right now, she’s mine.

“Hold out your wrists, sweetheart.”

Her eyes go wide, and she swallows visibly. That’s another item on her list, but why not do two at once? Bondage and orgasm denial. She’ll be at my mercy completely if she can’t use her own fingers to tease her swollen clit, and I’ll be able to edge her as long as I can handle. I’ve had some practice with this, so I get her wrists over her head, the belt holding her hands together against the headboard, tight but not tight enough she wouldn’t be able to get it off in an emergency. Just enough that the control tips in my favor once more. It’s how I like it best, and guessing by her labored breathing, she’s finding this hot as fuck, too.

She drags her front teeth over her bottom lip—and then spreads her legs wide, anchoring her feet flat on the bed. I groan aloud, pulling my t-shirt over my head and tossing it away. I fumble with the button on my jeans, unable to take my eyes away for even a moment. The red curls between her legs are dark and wet, her silky-soft core just as deliciously slick. I’m a goddam lucky bastard. My mouth floods with saliva at the memory of her salty taste.

“Everything good?” I ask. “If you need to stop, tell me and we’ll stop.”

“I have a vibrator in my bag,” she replies, in a tone that clearly says, I’m fine, don’t be an idiot.

I raise an eyebrow. “What, you carried it around all day?”

She gives me the defiant tilt of her chin that I adore. “Are you going to use it to help, or are you one of those jerks who thinks it’s cheating?”

I’m already rooting around in her bag for it. “Please. Toys and I have a special understanding. What’s good for you is good for me.”

She snorts. “You’re so weird.”

I hold up the bullet vibe. It’s a truly atrocious shade of fuchsia, but ends in a pair of cute rabbit-style ears. When I click quickly through the different speeds, her breathing stutters, and her hips jerk up like she’s dying to get closer. I grin as I settle on the bed. “Should I put on some music to cover up your screaming? Metallica could work nicely.”

She glares at me. “I’m not coming to Metallica. And I’m not a screamer.”

“Who said anything about coming? This is about denial, sweetheart.” I turn on the vibe, dragging it down her stomach as I kiss her breasts. I take one into my mouth, lavishing her nipple with attention; she lets out a soft little cry. I let go slowly, looking her in the eyes all the while. “A brat like you could use some more discipline.”