Dirty Revenge (Dirty 3)

He doesn’t smile, but I see the hint of pleasure on his swollen lips after our kiss. And I can see in his eyes, he knows I’m reacting the same way.

Damn.

I need to gain control again.

How?

“On the bed,” Caspian commands.

Think, think, think. I need to follow his command, but I need to do something that also breaks it at the same time. I walk over to the bed, lie down on my stomach with my feet in the air, making it as hard for him as possible to get what he wants. It’s not a great plan, but it’s all I have at the moment.

Caspian walks over to the edge of the bed. Not even surprised by my tiny bit of rebellion, and flips me over.

“Undress.”

I purse my lips. “I undressed you.”

“Fine.”

He grabs my ankles and pulls me to him. “I don’t need you naked to have you.”

My legs dangle over the edge of the bed, as he steps between them, before grabbing my neck again and pulling me into a kiss. This kiss has more passion than our first. His teeth nibble on my lip, but not in an excruciating way. I’ve soaked my panties by the time he’s done kissing me. I fall back to the bed. My lips numb with pleasure.

He kneels down in front of me, his mouth attacking my pussy over my sweatpants.

I gasp and grip the comforter. What the hell?

I can’t think, as he kisses my most sensitive area over my pants. I haven’t experienced any pleasure in months. And I groan and moan, far too loudly for what he is doing.

I bite my lip to keep the sounds from coming and tighten my grip on the comforter. Why is he doing this?

He’s playing with me. Making me enjoy him. It will make me hate myself later for finding any pleasure in this, but I can’t help what my body feels.

He stops.

“Now, remove your pants.”

I shove my pants down without thinking, my body already begging for his tongue on my pussy.

“Much better, Miss Carini.”

He lowers his mouth over the lips between my legs. What I wouldn’t give to have a razor to shave. But his tongue stops, just short of tasting me.

“You don’t deserve it, Gia. You don’t deserve to feel my tongue flick over your clit, or into the deepest trenches of your pussy. You must learn when you follow my directions, you get pleasure; when you don’t, pain.”

He flips me back over and smacks my bare ass with the palm of his hand.

“Fuck,” I cry out, surprised the small amount of pain caused anything to leave my mouth.

The sting spreads, as he smacks my ass again. I yelp, but it doesn’t really hurt. It’s nothing compared to Dante. Caspian’s smacks won’t even leave a mark.

I start panting, anticipating the next smack, but he spreads them out, never letting me anticipate his next strike.

He strikes again and then lets his hand slide slowly down my ass to my dripping slit.

“That turns you on, doesn’t it, Gia?”

I bite my lip, not wanting to answer him.