Free True Perfection [Aspire 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Allyson Young

with a force that made his palm sting, and Haley cried out.
    “Count them out, sub,” he snarled. “You’ll take twenty for being such a little miss sad sack. And then we’ll talk. If you don’t give me an adequate explanation for your recent self-flagellation, I’ll start over. You can goddamn well stand or kneel for the rest of the week because you won’t be able to sit down.”
    Haley choked out a faint “one,” and Gordon began to rain blows upon her curved ass cheeks. He laid them without a discernible pattern to cover every square inch and wished he had plugged her ass first so that the additional sensation would totally overwhelm the other feelings. The feelings that were making her a stranger. By the eleven count, Haley was crying with great, gulping sobs, even as her buttocks arched up into his swing, seeking his touch. Gordon increased the intensity, watching as her delicate flesh turned dark pink and then red. The heat from her skin was palpable, and Gordon paused to rub the palm of his hand gently in ever widening circles. He slipped his fingers between her parted thighs and whirled them through her thick juices. Haley had needed this, and he wondered how he had missed her cues. Hell, he had missed them because she’d been acting, pretending, and he refused to accept that woman. He noted that her shoulders had stopped shaking and that her sobs had diminished. He so wanted to pull her up into his arms and comfort her but intuitively knew that she wasn’t yet ready for that. Haley wasn’t ready to be forgiven despite the fact there was nothing to forgive.
    Gordon lowered her to the floor and turned her, hiking her up onto her knees. He avoided looking at her face too closely, focussing instead on what she needed. He threaded one hand through her hair and pulled her head back. Haley hissed at the sting and opened her eyes. Her face was tear-stained, her little nose was red and running, and her eyes were swollen. Gordon ignored how his heart hitched and spoke roughly to cover his pain.
    “Take me out, sub. Now.”
    Haley’s hands slowly came up from her thighs, looking as though they were too heavy for her to lift. She reached for his zipper, fumbling to get the button open. Gordon decried the time it was taking but forced himself to wait. She finally unzipped him and carefully pulled his underwear down. His cock sprang free and into her mouth. Gordon could hardly get his breath. It was like her lips had a homing beacon on them. Haley sucked him deeper, swirling her tongue over the head and then flicking it down the vein on the underside. Her cheeks hollowed with her efforts, and Gordon wrapped his other hand in her hair and controlled her movements. He was rougher than he had ever been with her, but he knew that she didn’t want him to be gentle. He fucked her mouth, ignoring her efforts to please him. He took his own pleasure, knowing that her lips would be bruised and her jaw aching. When his balls drew up, he shoved to the back of Haley’s throat and poured his essence into her. She swallowed frantically as he pulled out. His strength drained, he somehow picked his woman up and held her close, claiming her mouth with his, all the while stroking her head with his free hand. Haley’s arms crept up and circled his neck as she relaxed against him. Gordon waited for his heart rate to slow and his head to clear before he spoke.
    “Tell me what’s going on, Haley.”
     
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    Haley shuddered and drew a deep breath. Her thinking seemed crystal clear. Gordon always seemed to know what to do. She would tell him her fears and hoped she would be strong enough.
    “Haley. I’m not waiting any longer.” Gordon’s dark voice distracted her.
    “It’s my fault that Warren nearly died,” she said flatly.
    Gordon didn’t dispute her. He just asked why.
    “Both of you have tried so hard. You have been open and honest with me about your intentions, what you want. And I know it’s what I want, too,