Free Hanging On by Michelle Zurlo Page A

sighed, and his laugh was self-deprecating. “I don’t remember the last time I did anything so desperate for a kiss. But, good God, Sophia, I can’t get you out of my head. I can’t stop imagining what your lips feel like on mine. I want to know if your mouth tastes as sweet as your pussy.” The obvious punishment would be a whipping, but she knew there wasn’t enough time to make him sorry. Last night’s spanking hadn’t seemed to affect him much. When they rejoined the rest of the guests, most of them would look at Drew to see how he was coping with the discipline.
    Sophia fixed him with an impish smile. “Are you aware that most of the people out there know exactly what I’m going to do to you?” Anxiety made his eyes wide. Now she had him.
    “Stand up and drop your pants.”

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    With excruciating slowness, he rose, never taking his eyes from her. He fought for courage, or at least to camouflage his apprehension. The result was a total lack of emotion. She couldn’t have that. The success of their games depended on him opening his feelings completely. It confirmed that whipping him was not the wisest course of action. She had to bring his emotions back into play.
    She circled behind him. The tinny scrape of metal announced his snap was open. The zipper followed, and he pushed the loose denim down his legs. Hooking her fingers in the waistband of his cotton boxers, she sent them fluttering as well.
    As she expected, the physical marks of his spanking were gone. The soreness was in the muscle. Since he was her responsibility, she needed to know if he was bruised or just sore. Plus, it gave her another chance to feel him up. She ran her fingertips over the smooth skin of his incredibly tight ass, keeping her touch light.
    “Are you terribly sore?”
    “If I am, will it make you go easier on me?” The deep-throated huskiness of his voice caught her attention. He was aroused, which was what she intended.
    “No.”
    He ran a hand through his hair. She wanted to order him to grow it longer so she could have some silky blond locks to hold on to, but that was crossing a boundary.
    “I didn’t think so.”
    Without taking her hands from him, she returned to his front. His eyes were closed, and his cock was fully erect. The only clothing on him pooled around his ankles. He was magnificent. She traced her fingers up his chest, loving the firm feel of him and the distinct scent of his soap and aftershave.
    Placing her hands on either side of his head, she tilted his face to hers.
    His eyes opened in surprise as she brushed a feathery kiss across his lips. It was quick. She left him no time to respond, to kiss her back.
    He wasn’t breathing when she knelt before him, and he gasped as she licked the length of his cock. She toyed with him, teasing with tongue and teeth. From the corners of her eyes, she watched as he struggled to keep his hands away from her. If he touched her, the punishment would stop.

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    The analytical part of Sophia stayed in control. She could not afford to lose herself in his flavor and texture. This was a punishment. She closed her mouth around him, taking him deep and sucking hard until he moaned.
    Then she stopped.
    She pushed herself to standing. Drew gazed at her through half-closed eyelids. His face was flushed, and his breathing was abnormal. She smiled.
    Before she could tell him to get dressed, he pulled her to him, crushing her in his arms as his lips claimed hers in a kiss that singed Sophia to her bones.
    He kissed with his whole body. Completely wrapped in his arms, she felt safe and exposed at the same time. She couldn’t have stopped that kiss if she wanted, and she sure as hell didn’t want to.
    When he released her, they were both trembling. She stepped out of his arms, needing distance in order to gather her thoughts and catch her breath.
    “Get dressed.”
    A cocky smile lifted the corners of his lips and lit the brilliant blue of his eyes. He lifted his pants over