He circled her areola with his finger. “Doesn’t mean I want to hear you swearing like a sailor.”
“I hardly ever swear.”
“Exactly my point. And if you notice, I try to clean up my language around you.”
She had noticed that. When he tugged at her nipple lightly, she reached down and grabbed his hand.
He gave her a look. One that made her still and take notice of him immediately.
“Put your hands above your head and keep them there.”
“Curt.”
They needed to slow things down. To talk about this. He twisted her nipple, and the sting of pain made her gasp even as her clit throbbed.
“I suggest you do as I say immediately, Jenna. Unless you want to start off the morning with some discipline. Doesn’t bother me, I’ve been dying to put you over my knee and spank that delectable ass. But I bet you don’t want a throbbing butt to match your throbbing head.”
He was right. Much as the idea of a spanking intrigued her, she knew there was a difference between one given for pleasure and one for punishment. She’d seen both types of spankings delivered at the club and she knew which she’d rather experience. And right at this moment, with her head as delicate as it was, she didn’t want either sort applied to her rear.
She raised her arms above her head.
“Good girl.”
A shiver of pleasure raced through her. He cupped her breast then leaned down and licked at the nipple he’d just pinched, lapping at it delicately then taking it into his mouth and sucking.
A groan escaped her, and she shifted around on the bed, pressing her legs together in search of some sort of relief for her aching clit.
“Lie still.”
She whimpered. That was going to be nearly impossible. Her desire for him hadn’t waned one iota, despite the several orgasms he’d given her throughout the night.
Several amazing, scorching orgasms. She’d never experienced pleasure like it before.
“You know what they say the best thing for a headache is?” he murmured between trailing kisses down her stomach.
“Painkillers and sleep?” she said, knowing where he was going with this.
“Tut-tut, and you call
yourself a medical professional. Open your legs.”
She shouldn’t do it. She should insist they talk. She needed to know what the hell was going on here.
She must have waited too long because he quickly flipped her over and delivered half a dozen sharp smacks to her rear. They came so hard and fast, she didn’t even have time to think about protecting herself. Before she knew it, she was lying on her back once more with him leaning over her, his hazel-colored eyes cool and stern.
“Do I need to ask you again?”
Her breath came in sharp pants, her butt throbbing from just those few strikes. God, she didn’t want to think about how a long punishment spanking would feel—she parted her legs.
“Now, don’t you think it would have been simpler to do that in the first place?” he asked her as he cupped her mound with his hand. “Much less painful and more pleasurable for you. After all, I’m doing this to help you, Jenna.”
“Uh-huh, is that how you’re trying to justify it?”
His gaze narrowed, and he flicked his finger over her full clit, making her arch up.
“I didn’t realize I had to justify giving you pleasure.”
He lightly touched her clit and just left his finger there, not moving, not pressing harder. Oh, God, she couldn’t take it. Already, she needed him so badly she could barely think.