Breathe Out (Just Breathe, #2)(106)

“I’ll let you tie me up when you come back,” I offer.

“Tempting,” he baits.

“I’ll be waiting . . . naked if you’d like,” I suggest.

“Hmmmm,” he hums. “I love undressing you.”

“You can stay the night,” I present.


Joe’s hand glides over my sex and I whimper instantly. “Promise?”

“Yes,” I pant, enjoying how he’s getting me riled up.

“I’ll be back in about an hour,” he hums into my ear. Joe spins me around, running his hands all over my body as our mouths unite. With a groan, he pulls himself away and heads toward the front door. A few seconds later, he spins and heads to my bedroom with a smirk.

I follow Joe, not sure what he’s doing, catching him when he’s walking away from the left side of my bed.

With a smile, Joe says holding up a bag, “Insurance.”

“For what?” I challenge.

“To make sure you’re good,” he retorts.

I’m not happy with the fact that he’s taking B.O.B., Master P and all their friends hostage.

“I still have hands,” I counter snidely.

Joe’s hand clips my rear when he’s close. Our bodies are flush and our noses are within a few inches of each other’s. “You better be naked when I get back,” Joe instructs.

“Not a single article,” I ask. “What about heels?”

Joe sucks in a breath as he weighs the option. “Only my shirt from the wedding. Nothing else.”

“Yes, sir,” I confirm.

“I’ll text you when I’m on my way up,” he mentions. “You better be on the bed.”

“What position?” I inquire.

Joe’s grin widens. “Sitting up against the pillows with your knees bent and legs apart.”

“Anything else, sir?” I check.

“I’ll know if you touch yourself, especially if you make yourself cum. If you do, you’ll be punished,” he explains.

“Should I freshen up for you?”

“No,” he replies. Joe steps in, taking my lips with his.

Once Joe leaves, I rush to the closet to change. The dress is at Nathaniel’s waiting for the public viewing of all of the garments, so it takes me a little longer to remove my clothes. I get my large memory box out and place it on the floor. Sadie sits by as I take out Joe’s dress shirt that I’ve kept since Maggie’s wedding. Joe wanted me to keep it as a souvenir from the first time we had sex together. I wanted to keep it too, but I didn’t dare tell him that. I haven’t washed it since then and the smell of him, of us, on it fills my nose before I lift it all the way up to my face. I shrug the shirt on, leaving it unbuttoned. The other objects in the box tempt me to reminisce, but I resist the urge, not wanting to spoil the night with past memories.

Grabbing my iPad, I peruse social media to see the news about tonight’s event. The majority of the posts are about Nathan and his artistic ability, with a few here and there mentioning me. Oddly, there are a lot of women commenting about Joe, and there are even people suggesting that he’s gay like Jimmy.

I jump when my phone goes off, indicating that Joe is on his way up to my apartment. Rushing to the foyer, I wait to buzz him in and unlock the door. The bed bounces a little when I jump on it, getting into position and Sadie curls up next to me a few seconds before I hear the sound of the door opening.

Joe strides into my room wearing the same clothes he left in and an amused expression. “You ready?” he checks as he reaches the foot of the bed.

Biting my lip, I offer, “I’m ready for my punishment.”

He moves closer, delivering his lips to mine with supple force, sliding his tongue in several times before pulling away with my bottom lip between his teeth. His mouth moves to my neck, gradually moving south to my belly prior to teasing my sex. My fingers grip his hair as his mouth stimulates my nub and his fingers massage my mounds. He builds me up, getting me close several times, but denies me release.

Joe pulls away, yanking on my ankles to move me closer to him. He guides me to be on my hands and knees with my feet hanging over the edge of the bed. A shiver scatters through my body when he lifts the shirt over my ass, exposing my cheeks. His hands caress my skin, teasing me with the anticipation of my punishment. The first blow comes unexpectedly, forcing a yelp from my throat. My body shakes at the sudden feeling of his soft, wet lips on the spot that stings.

“More?” Joe inquires.

“Yes,” my voice shakes.

His fingers trail across each cheek several times before the next slap is administered. Moisture drips past my lips and tickles as it runs down the inside of my leg. When it reaches the middle of my thigh, Joe’s tongue traces the path from where it fell and then slurps up the excess.

I impatiently wait as I listen to the sound of him undressing. Desperate for some attention, my ass waves in the air. A giggle erupts when I illicit the very thing I wanted — his hand smacking me again. When I don’t hear or feel anything for several seconds, I shift to sit and face him.


“Turn back around,” he directs.

“No,” I challenge.

Joe takes a controlled breath in and raises a brow. I bite my lip as my knees dance in the air.

“If you want to cum at any point tonight,” Joe begins. “You better turn your sexy, little ass around, beautiful.”