Gavin moved to the end of the bed while keeping his hand on her abdomen to keep her in place.
“Gavin …” Her eyes widened when he got to his knees on the carpet, then started pulling her along the mattress toward him. “What are you doing?”
“Like I said, I’m not a fan of corporal punishment. Using pain to teach a lesson has proven ineffective. Studies have proven something else works better.”
“Like what?”
“Pleasure. Have you ever heard the saying that too much of a good thing can be painful?”
Ginny frowned. “You mean the old saying: too much of a good thing can be bad.”
Gavin gave her a smile that had her toes curling in fear. “No. I meant painful.”
Chapter Ten
“There are different levels of pain,” Reaper began his lesson. “Level one is cause—how you brought the pain on yourself.”
“The pain on my bottom was caused by your hand. Cause and effect. You mean like that?”
“My soul mate would fight to stay with me,” Reaper continued his lesson as if she hadn’t spoken, pulling Ginny’s panties off before placing a leg over each of his shoulders, effectively baring her pussy to him, “because she would know how badly it would hurt me to lose her.” Throwing her own words back at her, he slid his hands to her hips, lifting her pussy to his mouth. “You fought for me to recognize we’re soul mates. Then the day after I do, you desert me, leaving me to find out you aren’t the woman I believed you to be.” He moved his mouth to the side of her thigh, trailing his tongue upward. Reaper could feel her muscles trembling under his touch.
“I didn’t do it to hurt you … I did it so you could have the life you wanted with Taylor,” she gasped out when he blew on the curly hairs shielding the pink flesh he wanted to part to allow him access to the glistening fruit that was hidden beneath. “Two weeks ago, you wanted to die because you couldn’t have the life you wanted with her.”
Pressing her clit between his lips, he gently bit down, holding her still when Ginny would have twisted away. He scooted closer to the bed, releasing her clit to slide his tongue through the crease between her thigh and pelvis.
“Every time someone tries to make life easier for me, it goes to shit. I’m not a fucking cat or dog who needs someone to watch out for them. I’ve spent the better part of my life proving myself to Viper. I’ll be damned if I spend the last part proving myself to you or anyone else.”
“You don’t have to prove anything to me!” Ginny tried to sit up, but Reaper moved his mouth back to her pussy and took her labia into his mouth.
“Stay still,” he ordered, and she froze beneath his touch.
“You wouldn’t hurt me.”
“No, I wouldn’t.” Sliding his tongue between her petals, Reaper laved her opening before going to her other petal to lightly bite down. “But there are different levels of pain. Some pain can be sweet ….” Releasing her labia, he tenderly licked the petal before sliding his mouth over her opening to the other and then he bit down again. Holding the pressure for a scant minute, he then repeated the motion until it became harder to hold Ginny still. “Which brings me to level two—awareness.”
After the tenth time, he started stroking his tongue inside of her, each time going higher before retreating to one of her petals.
The night before, when they’d had sex, he had gone slow, aware it was her first time. Today, he had no such hesitation, raising her desire to a fever pitch without allowing her the climax she was straining to reach.
“Gavin ….”
“Level three—acceptance.”
She was no longer trying to twist away from his mouth, instead arching her hips higher to press her pussy against his mouth harder. Each time she did, he teasingly pulled away to press kisses along her thighs, only resuming when she laid still.
Losing track of time, Reaper was unaware of the room growing darker until he lifted his head when he felt Ginny quivering, showing she was about to come. Using his thumb, he pressed down on her clitoris, stopping her climax cold.
“Gavin … please!” she wailed, her hands falling to her sides to hit the mattress.
“How bad do you want to come?” he taunted.
“I get the message. I won’t put myself in danger again!”
“That’s good, but that’s not the lesson I’m trying to teach you.” Releasing her clitoris, he rose, ignoring stiff muscles as he leaned over her to place a hand on each side of her head.
“I’ll never let you be the boss of me”—Ginny reached up to cup his cheeks softly, her touch having him turning his face—“any more than I would expect to be your boss. I do promise never to assume what is better or easier for you ever again. Will that work?”