Free Taste It by Sommer Marsden Page B

was?’
    ‘It was. I appreciate it. I love you for it. But it was bad.’
    ‘So what … happens?’
    Cole turned from her and walked to the dinette set. He settled all six foot six of himself into the small chair and patted his lap. ‘Belly up.’
    ‘Belly up?’
    ‘Put your belly over my legs, Jill. So I can punish you.’
    ‘So you can … what?’
    And though she balked, her insides went molten and desperate. She wanted it. She wanted to give him – and herself – this little moment. She was a control freak and doing as he asked, given her nature of control, was amazing. And thrilling.
    ‘You heard me. Come on. I won’t hurt you. But you do have to pay for doubting me. And how I feel about you. And yourself for that matter.’
    ‘How did I –’
    ‘You gave up on something you loved and that is self doubt. I understand why and I think it is … the most amazing thing ever but hey … I don’t make the rules.’
    ‘Actually, you do.’ She walked to him, dropped the robe, turned her body so he could see all of her. Her long legs, the flare of her hips, the bit of a swell at her belly from tasting food all day but fuck it – she was a chef. The jut of her breasts and the quickening pulse at her throat.
    When he made an appreciative noise, she slowly draped herself over his lap. Feeling like electricity was sliding along and under her skin. Feeling like she couldn’t breathe but that it was all OK.
    ‘I say ten for being bad. For not having faith.’
    ‘I had faith. I just … had more love than faith, I guess,’ she said, trying to explain.
    At that admission he stroked her bottom with gentle hands. When she shut her eyes and surrendered to the sensation he let the first blow fall with the head of the whisk. It didn’t hurt. Not really. It was more of a sharp tiny sting that quickly bled into an immense pleasure when mixed with her arousal.
    He wasn’t hurting her. Not even close. In fact, what he was doing was – 
    The second blow fell and she felt his cock hard below her belly. Then a small gush of fluid between her legs. Two more soft kisses of the metal whisk to her bottom and he said, ‘Let’s see.’
    Cole thrust three fingers into her pussy. It was a lazy teasing thrust that had her wriggling on her belly and trying to meet his touch more firmly.
    ‘Say you love me,’ he said. 
    When she opened her mouth he delivered three blows, somehow managing to synch them up with her ‘You. Love. Me.’ 
    ‘Smart ass,’ he chuckled. ‘Now for real. Say you love me. If you do.’
    ‘Oh you are evil,’ she said.
    He pushed his fingers back into her cunt – driving deep. ‘And if you tell me, I might put you out of your misery.’
    Oh how she wanted that. Oh how she was nearly dancing on his lap waiting to come. Wanting him in her. Needing his touch.
    She heard him raise the whisk and this time it was she who synched it up when the gentle blows were delivered. ‘I. Love. You.’
    ‘That’s ten,’ he nearly growled and pulled her up onto his lap. 
    Their hands nearly warred each other to push his robe away and free his cock. He was long and hard and judging by the colour of him, beyond ready for her. ‘Come on, Jill.’ 
    He grinned at her and it nearly felt like her heart broke but in a good way. 
    She straddled him, lowering herself onto him, inch by inch as her mouth tasted his mouth and her tongue stroked over his.
    He held her hands behind her at the small of her back. All she could move was her lower body and he thrust up with each movement to meet her half way. She was full of him and he was sweet.
    So sweet. His cock, the way he made love, the taste of him on her tongue. Her wet hair slapped between them and his grip on her wrists got a little harder. The fine bones ground together just enough to add that pain dimension to their pleasure.
    Her cunt gripped up around him and the first spasm slammed her. ‘I love you,’ she said against his throat and he groaned.
    ‘Don’t. Not