Wed to the Bad Boy(19)

“God, that feels so good,” I said as I dug my hands into the linens of his bed. The soft material only added to the luxury of what was happening.

“Does it? I want you to feel good, Joanna. I want you just to feel.” The warm vibration of his mouth against me added another layer of feeling to my already overwhelmed state. It was like he was purposefully trying to send me over the edge with just his voice.

If such a thing were possible, I would’ve cum while he spoke. While he gave me his full attention.

But it was his touch that did it for me. And when he slipped a finger down my slit I let out a stifled moan.

“Careful, too loud and you might just wake the neighbors. Not that I care too much, but I don’t want to have to gag that pretty little mouth of yours,” he warned and then licked my clit. Oh. Fuck.

I found myself wondering what it would feel like, to be tied up and gagged by him. If I would enjoy it or if it would scare me.

Somehow I had a feeling the answer to that question was C: all of the above.

And it pushed me on just a little bit farther.

I couldn’t see him, couldn’t see his face to know if he was looking up at me every few seconds if he was gauging my body's responses, or not. But I could feel him. That tongue licking me just how I wanted, those fingers filling me up. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he was masterful at it.

I could feel myself on the edge, about to cum, my body shaking, my mouth contorting. I could feel what he was doing to me, and I absolutely loved it. I reveled in his touch, in the way his tongue quickened. Fuck. It was so damn good.

I bucked once, twice, against his mouth and then I let out a scream, my body unable to control itself any longer. Unable to hold itself back. I let wave after wave of pleasure overwhelm me as I shook, each tendril of feeling spurning another.

Collapsing I moaned, opened my eyes and looked down at him. But he wasn’t there. Only blackness.

The mask.

Fuck.

“Greyson,” I murmured as I reached for the mask.

But he grabbed my hands by the wrist, his grip firm, his fingers biting into my flesh.

“I put the mask on you, Jo. I take it off. Do you understand me?” The hard edge to his voice made me flinch at first, but the rush of feeling it left me with only served to heighten my pleasure. “You keep disobeying me, and there will be consequences.”

I knew he was telling the truth, but I wanted to know exactly what they were. I tugged on my arms and grinned.

He held tight to them and then scooped me up and flipped me over. I was on my hands and knees now.

“I warned you, you little viper,” he said and then something happened that I didn’t expect.

He spanked me.

The sting of his slap on my bare ass made me cry out.

“What the hell?” I asked, but another smack rained down on my ass.

Holy fuck it hurt. And it sent a shock right to my pussy. Fuck. This was making me wet as hell.

What the hell?

“I warned you, Jo. I told you that you were treading thin ice.” There was nothing sweet about his tone. It was angry, it was filled with sternness, and… lust. Fuck. He was getting off on this.

And so was I.

“Please,” I begged as I squirmed on his lap, “Greyson.”

“Do you want me to stop? Really?” He said, his hand on the hot flesh of my ass, giving it a rub.

I couldn’t fucking bring myself to say yes. I couldn’t ask him to stop. Because the truth was, I didn’t want him to.

I liked this.

“One more, Joanna. For disobeying me.” His voice was more controlled now, calmer.

I swallowed then nodded.

The sting of it over my already sensitive flesh more than hurt. It sent firing nerves all the way to my core. It made my pussy ache, ache for him in a way that was so primal, so base, that I should’ve been ashamed.

Nothing could make me feel that way when I was in his arms.

Greyson pulled me around so that I was laying on his lap, facing him, and he reached for the mask, slipping it off.

The moonlight and city lights created a glow in the bedroom that I wasn’t expecting, and I had to shield my eyes from it at first.

Then I saw him. His face dark and brooding, his eyes so mysterious.

And I did the only thing I could think of.

I reached up and kissed his lips.

“Thank you,” I said, looking into his eyes. And I meant it. I meant every word of it.

“Good girl,” he said as kissed me. I realized he was still fully clothed then, my hand exploring his body until I found the crotch of his pants. Fuck, he was hard. It was then that I realized how big he was.

The first time we fucked I didn’t because I was too busy wanting him. I didn’t notice anything but him filling me.

Now I wondered how he ever did.

Dear god, I was going crazy just thinking about it.