Page 19 of Wicked Submission
She pants into my mouth and I lift my hand and give her backside a cautious smack. She stiffens and I squeeze her cheek again even as I deepen the kiss. When she sinks into the kiss, I repeat, lifting my hands and giving her another cautious but present smack. “Gabe,” she pants into my mouth. “Gabe, I—”
I kiss her again, taking and tasting, and I find no fear, no real resistance, to warn me to back off, but I want her submission. I want her willingness. “Did you like it?”
“I don’t know. I don’t—know.”
“Did you hate it?” I cup her face and tilt her gaze to mine.
“No. No, I didn’t.”
“What are you thinking about right now?”
“You. Just you.”
“And when was the last time you thought of nothing but the moment?”
“A very, very long time,” she confesses.
“Do you want to stay here with me?”
“I already told you I did.”
“Not here, in my apartment. We already made that decision. Here.” I squeeze her backside and give it another smack. She arches into my hips, my cock now so damn hard it hurts, as I add, “Here, in the moment. In the pleasure.”
“Yes. Yes, I do.”
I kiss her, a deep, demanding, wanting-all-I-can-have-of-her kiss that has me wanting my lips back between her legs. I want this woman on my tongue. I want this woman every way I can experience her. “Play in the moment with me, then. Do what I say. Anticipate where that takes us next. You can always say no. I’ll listen. Okay?”
“What are you going to tell me to do?”
“For starters,” I kiss her and turn her towards the bed, “I want you on your knees, beautiful backside in the air, and I want you to stay like that so I can look at you when I undress.”
“You want—no. Now I—”
I turn her around again and kiss her. “Trust me. Just trust me to make this all pleasure for us both.”
She breathes out a trembling breath. “But I—”
I kiss her. “Turn around, Abbie. Let go. Let me do you, instead of you doing you.”
She laughs. “That could mean so many things.”
“Right now, it means I’m fucking you and pleasing you. You don’t have to do it yourself.” I turn her to face the bed again and lightly trail my fingers over her nipples, easing my body fromhers, giving her room to make her own decision. “On the bed, on your hands and knees and I promise you, nothing else but you and me will matter. Not now. Not in the moment we’re living.”
She inhales a slow breath and then steps forward. A moment later, she is naked but for her thigh highs and absolutely fucking gorgeous on her hands and her knees, her butt in the air as she rests on her elbows. I study her, thinking about all the ways that I’m going to fuck her and lick her as I go down on the mattress beside her. I run my hands along her back, leaning in to kiss the spot between her shoulder blades. My hand settles there, rests there, and I do nothing else until she whispers. “Gabe,” and tries to look over her shoulder at me.
I lean in then and kiss her, my hands finding her backside, my lips her ear. “I’m not going to spank you. Not tonight. I’m just going to make you wish I did.”
“That’s not possible.”
I laugh, deep and soft. “You sure about that?”
“Yes. Yes, I am.”
I run my hand down her spine and over her butt cheek before sliding my fingers along her slick sex. She lifts into the touch, and I start patting her sex and then stroking it. Patting and then stroking it. My lips return to her ear. “What do you want?”
“I don’t know,” she pants. “I just—I—”
I pat her sex harder and then give her backside a small smack. She pants out, “I thought you weren’t going to spank me!”