Free Forgiving Gia (Rocker Series Book 2) by Gina Whitney

supposed to be easy, either. I arched my back, bringing my ass high and spreading my legs wide.
    First, he worked his fingers in. I was sopping wet; the sounds were echoing off the walls and heightening my arousal. No need to ask where his arousal was. It was poking me in the belly. It was beyond embarrassing how my pussy ached for him. His fingers. His touch. His cock. After working in four fingers and scissoring them against my walls, I had about enough. I was close. Falling down the rabbit hole of Abel Gunner orgasms. He abruptly removed them. Using his fingers, he coated my forbidden hole.
    “Ah,” I yelped, tensing that muscle. I was nervous; whatever he was about to do was going to hurt like hell.
    “Clench all you want, Beauty. It’s still going in.” His bravado was taunting.
    Thwack . His hand came down hard, stunning me into silence. My hearing turned off in one ear. What the fuck? I shook my head to jiggle it back on. No such luck.
    “Take a deep breath, Gia…that’s it, Beauty. Now, exhale and push out slowly.”
    I did as he asked and felt the intrusion of the butt-plug being worked into my ass. I couldn’t help but bite my lower lip. Fuck. I wanted to bite him, my hand, or his leg. It wasn’t painful. Just a ton of unfamiliar pressure. Sure, his finger has been there. Singular. A finger. That plug was not a finger. The fucker had girth. I started breath short breaths like you’d see during childbirth on TV.
    Thwack . Thwack . Thwack . “Pay attention, Gia. Deep, long breaths. I’m almost there.” His voice was elementary. Oh, school was in session. Lesson being taught by Master Abel. If you don’t listen…handprint across one ass. Said ass being mine. Ugh. “Push back now, baby,” he commanded in a low tone whiling screwing the last inch of it in.
    I pushed back slowly, opening myself to his little torture device. “There’s my pleasing girl. That’s it. You’ve got it all in. Now, not only will I own your ass soon enough, I will own your orgasms, too. You will not come as long as this—” He tapped the butt-plug with his fingers, sending a thrill of pleasure straight to my clit, “—is in your ass. You will wear this as part of your punishment for having such a fresh mouth. Understand?” He laced his fingers through my hair, lifting my neck so that I’d face him. Still biting my lip, I nodded. Ah-huh.
    “Yes, Sir.” I met his eyes. His thick, sooty lashes twining at the ends. God, his lashes were unrivaled. Any woman would beg to own them.
    There was no smile to his face. He was all business. From the corner of my eye, I watched as he picked up the vibrator. I turned my face forward and focused on the wall to ceiling crown molding. I needed a focal point. He held the vibrator for an inordinate amount of time. My fist balled in frustration. My mouth dry. I wanted to fucking scream. Dare I? Instinctively, my ass hole retracted the butt-plug. I knew what I needed. I needed to come. But, if I knew anything about my Dom…that was my punishment. No coming for Gia. Which had me in tatters. I was soaking wet to the point of dizzying frustration. Patience was a virtue, right? Obviously, I was virtue-less in that category.
    He worked the dildo into my pussy with surgical precision. In and out, he went. Alternating from slow to fast. When he felt my body locking on to it, he stopped. I pulsated around it. But nothing. Then came the buzz. He turned it on high. My clit was so swollen I thought it would burst. Vibration, followed by the speed of his hand, worked me up to a near nervous breakdown.
    The taste of copper in my mouth signaled my brain, acknowledging that I was pulverizing my lip. I needed to refocus. I could only do that staring at the backs of my eyelids. I watched the black dots go in and out of focus…followed by starbursts on the outer edges. Who knew darkness was so beautiful? Cosmic even…I had a solar system going on in front of me.
    Thwack . Thwack . Thwack . The flogger