Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 42685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
“I think you need a punishment for being bratty,” he rumbled against my lips.
Opening my eyes, I licked the seam of his lips. He was already staring down at me, his dark eyes blazing with need. My breath caught in my throat. God, I couldn’t get enough of how he always looked at me. Like he was the devil, and I was some combination of an angel and a demon wrapped up in a package he wanted to consume.
“What kind of punishment?” I asked him, my voice lowered so I wouldn’t break whatever magic was happening between us. I slid my fingers into his dark hair, loving how soft the strands were as they sifted through my fingertips.
A wicked smirk tilted his lips all while he leaned more into my touch. Only a man like him could be soft and hard all at the same time. It was a bit addicting to experience. “The kind that makes certain little brats remember the rules before breaking them again,” he rumbled. He cupped me between my thighs, and I whimpered, closing my eyes and spreading my legs further apart for him. “Like no orgasms.”
My eyes snapped back open. “You wouldn’t,” I hissed. He’d never done that before. It would be too much.
He arched a brow at me. “I wouldn’t?” he taunted. I swallowed thickly, realizing my mistake. I’d just challenged him. Oh, I was so fucked. So, so, so royally fucked. And not in the fun way that I wanted to be. “Just for that little bit, baby girl, you don’t get to come until I tell you to. And maybe I won’t let you come at all.”
I shook my head and sat up. “Please, don’t,” I begged him. I gripped his cut in my fists, imploring him with my eyes to not do this to me. “I’ll do anything, Capone.” I hated being denied. He knew that. And this was the first time he was using it to his advantage. Suddenly, punishments didn’t seem so fun anymore.
A cruel smirk twisted his lips. “Anything, baby girl?”
I didn’t like the look of that smirk, but I nodded my head anyway. I couldn’t handle being denied. Even now, I could feel my chest tightening from anxiety. The mere thought was freaking me the fuck out.
Capone’s smirk widened, and he unbuckled his belt. “Good. Get on your knees on the floor,” he commanded.
I quickly moved off the bed and lowered myself to my knees. While I was nervous to see what he was going to do in exchange for not punishing me like that, I knew he’d never do anything to harm me. All I had to do was let him know I didn’t want this, and he’d stop. Capone was so damn good at reading my body language that words weren’t even needed. It had happened before when I got overwhelmed.
Hawke pressed the vibrator against my clit again. My legs shook. Tears streaked down my cheeks. I’d already had so many orgasms, I couldn’t even count them anymore. My pussy was swollen and constantly dripping, and my ass hurt after experiencing anal for the first time, especially with how big Hawke’s cock was.
“Hawke, please,” I whimpered. A sob tore from my throat as another orgasm built. “I can’t—please.” Snot ran from my nostrils.
“You’re doing so good for me, doll. So good. Such a perfect little fuck toy.” He loomed over me, turning up the speed on the vibrator. I wailed. “You wanted this, remember? You begged me to treat you like a slut.”
I shook my head, every muscle in my body locking up. I had asked him to do that, but I couldn’t take it anymore. I really couldn’t. “Hawke—”
“Stop,” Capone suddenly commanded. He stood from where he’d been silently watching in a chair against the wall. Immediately, Hawke turned the vibrator off and began to unfasten the cuffs around my wrists and ankles. Capone slid onto the bed and pulled me into his arms, cradling me close.
“I thought—” Hawke rasped, pain flashing through his eyes. And guilt. So much guilt, it tore at my insides.
“Come here,” Capone gently ordered. Hawke immediately settled against my back, and Capone wrapped him up in his arms with me. “She just wanted to be perfect for you, I think,” Capone soothed him. “She didn’t use the safeword you gave her. That doesn’t fall on you, Hawke.”
I sniffled. “I’m sorry,” I cried. I did want to be perfect for him, and I thought safewording would ruin everything.
Capone brushed his lips to the top of my head. “Nothing to be sorry for, baby girl. You’re still new to this. But your safeword is there for your safety. That could be physical, mental, or emotional. Use it. We’ll never make you feel like shit for it. Never.”
“Even I’ve safeworded,” Hawke gently told me. I swiped at my cheeks. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, doll.” He wound his arms around me, resting his chin on my shoulder. “What’s your safeword?”