Secret Indiscretions (Carson Cove Scandals 2)

“I don’t know.” I finally swallowed the lump, but my throat was dry—my panties certainly weren’t—his stare instantly pulled me back to the edge of desire.

“Maybe I should torment you…” He put his hand on my thigh again and slowly moved it underneath my dress. “I could spend the entire night giving you a taste of pleasure without ever letting you come—no matter how much you beg for just one orgasm.”

“Oh god…” I squirmed as his hand got close to my panties.

His touch still turns me on so much, even when my thoughts are tangled up in my head…

“Or I could do the reverse.” He rubbed my pussy through my panties and then slid his finger up to my clit. “I could make you come so many times that you beg for mercy…”

“I’m not sure which one of those would be worse…” My whole body started to tremble.

“I’m not going to tell you which one you’re going to get—not yet.” He leaned forward until his lips were against my ear. “You’re going to get down on your knees and think about it for a little while…”

“Okay…” I exhaled sharply and nodded.

“And you’re going to keep your hands on my legs this time—you don’t get to touch yourself tonight.” He narrowed his eyes and rubbed my clit through my panties until the pleasure was surging through my body—then pulled it away. “What are you waiting for? You’re supposed to be on your knees—apologizing.”

Jon had done the unthinkable. He snapped me out of my tangled thoughts and intertwined pleasure with the need I didn’t fully understand. I tried so hard to keep those thoughts at bay, but they were why the conversation went on for so long—why I couldn’t seem to go further than a light tease, the entire time we were on the couch. I was stuck in a place where the fire needed to consume me—I needed Jon to be strong enough to control the blaze that could burn away the doubt. My body did crave some sort of punishment—a special kind that only he could deliver. I was ready—and being forced to dwell on it was just as agonizing as what was on the horizon—whichever version of torment he decided to make me endure.

I thought I had ruined our night together, but it may end up being exactly what I need after all…

Chapter Eighteen

Jon

I didn’t realize I was being delicate with Melanie or treating her like she was fragile—but truthfully, that’s exactly what I had been doing. It was creating a divide between us, and I was too blinded by my feelings to see it. I held my temper in check when we discussed the mistake with the Martin Construction account—but she saw right through it. She saw the anger that I tried to hide. I could have yelled at her—hell, I could have fired her.

She was too vibrant and strong to just accept a second chance without some sort of comeuppance. Our relationship had blossomed into something beautiful, and it caused me to look past what I shouldn’t have ignored. She needed to be punished, and while there was no way I could actually hurt her, there were other ways to deliver it in a way that would give her a true taste of regret without pushing her away or ruining what we had.

“I want you to think long and hard about what you’ve done.” I cupped Melanie’s face once she was on her knees between my legs. “When you’re finished using those beautiful lips to apologize without saying a word, you’re going to tell me which punishment sounds worse—if you lie to me, I’ll see right through it. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” She bit down on her bottom lip and nodded.

The evening had taken a turn away from the celebration I thought we were going to have, but it was going to be more important than that. It was turning point for both of us. I finally saw that she needed a hint of dominance, despite all of her strength—and watching her submit to it was beautiful. The dynamic we had was becoming clearer, and the blurred lines that had been there since the beginning were starting to come into focus. They had to be crossed in an entirely different way. Maybe it was what I needed too—I had been drifting along, still broken even after Melanie started gluing the shattered pieces back together. I wasn’t always like that. I used to be able to read people a lot easier—and would have recognized Melanie’s need before she had to beg for what her body craved.

“Keep your hands on my legs, just like I said.” I took both of her hands and put them where they were supposed to be once she had stripped me from the waist down. “I’m the only one who gets to touch your pussy tonight.”

“I haven’t forgotten…” She looked up at me, and I could see the desire literally burning in her sapphire-blues.

I haven’t forgotten either—I remember just how turned on you got the last time you were in this position. This is the first part of your punishment…

Melanie started at the base of my cock and used her tongue to massage my balls before she started moving up my shaft. Her lips felt so good, but th

ey were going to feel even better when they were stretched around my girth. I wasn’t going to make it quick for her. I was going to hold back as long as I could—just to build up her lust before she finally had to tell me which version of torment she didn’t want to experience for the rest of the evening. I was curious to see if she would try to lie—because after she got turned on, she was going to be in agony for her first release—which was why I was pretty sure denial was exactly what she would get instead.

I might have to come up with another punishment if she tries to lie—it’ll be interesting to see if her body betrays her need to actually taste regret.

“Why are your hands trembling?” I stared into her eyes as she rolled her tongue around the head of my cock. “Do you want to touch yourself?”

“Don’t ask me that…” She pulled her tongue away and sighed.

“I’m going to say all the dirty things that make you squirm—and you’re not going to be able to do anything but wrap those lips around my cock.” I put my hand on the back of her head and watched as my length started to disappear into her mouth.

Melanie’s mouth was so warm and wet that it was hard to imagine prolonging the eruption I wanted, but it was important. I described how I was going to lick her pussy—how I was going to tease her clit—and watched her tense up as the desire flooded her veins while she moved her lips up and down my shaft. I was in heaven—she was in hell. If she wanted to be punished, then she was going to suffer as long as I could stand it. It wasn’t how I envisioned the night going when she arrived, but we were too far into it to pull ourselves back from the edge. I let her lips move up and down my shaft until I was so close that my balls were aching—then I put a hand on her shoulder.

“Stop.” I pulled my cock out of her mouth.

“What? Why?” Her whole body quivered. “Did I do something wrong?”