The door opens, and he steps out with nothing but a towel wrapped around his hips.
Droplets of water slide down his abs, and I can’t help but stare as he runs his fingers through the trail of dark hair that leads to his cock.
Why does he have to be such an asshole and look like that?
It’s because he looks like that, that he can be such an asshole,I remind myself.
“See something you like, Ember?” He smirks as he steps toward the bed.
“You know you’re hot, Orion. You don’t need me to stroke your ego.”
“You’re awfully sassy for someone who’s about to be dragged to the edge over and over again without being allowed to fall.” He notes and earns himself a glare. “And I can definitely think of something else I would rather you stroke than my ego.”
The towel drops from around his waist, and his very hard cock slaps against his abdomen with a decisive smack that makes my pussy flutter around the vibrator. Fuck me.
Before he came along, I really thought dicks were ugly, but the defined veins and mushroom head of Orion’s have my mouth watering every time I see it.
He chuckles and leans over, grasping my chin between his fingers and devouring my lips in a kiss that takes my breath away. “I love watching you drool over my cock, baby girl. Maybe if you ask nicely, I’ll let you worship it in a little while.”
He doesn’t give me a chance to respond before he pulls back and crawls over my legs, giving him enough space to trust the vibrator in and out a few times.
“Look how wet you are for me, Little Flame,” he murmurs. “You think you hate me, but your needy little pussy betrays you.”
“I do hate you,” I snap.
“And yet you’re allowing me to use your body anyway I like,” he points out with a raised brow. “I gave you a safe word. I gave you a way out. And yet you haven’t taken it.”
The challenge is clear in his words, but I press my lips shut as shame rolls over me. Because he’s right. He’s given me the tool I need to end this, and yet it hasn’t occurred to me once to say the word.
His body stretches over mine, and he wraps a hand around my throat, forcing me to look up at him. “There’s no need to feel ashamed, Ember. You and I are inevitable, and while your mind is taking a bit of time to realize that, your body has known from day one.” He flexes his fingers, tightening them just enough that stars dance in my vision, and my body sings with need. Iexpect panic to roll over me after my altercation with Lucas this morning, but deep down, I know that Orion isn’t a threat, and so the panic never comes. “Are you ready for your punishment?”
I swallow heavily beneath his hand and nod slowly. Even if I wanted to, I can’t respond with his hand so tight around my throat, but he seems happy with a nonverbal response.
“Good. Let’s get started.”
He takes the riding crop from the bedside table and drags it down my body, taking the time to circle each nipple until it hardens before moving on. The leather is softer than it looks, and I can’t help but watch his every move with intrigue.
“I want to drag this out so badly, to make you crazy with need until you’re begging for release, but you’re too tempting, and I’m desperate to fuck your tight little pussy.”
A moan slips from my throat. If there’s anything Orion taught me in our short time together, it’s that delayed gratification isn’t the worst thing in the world. But right now, I’m too pent up. My emotions are too heightened, and I’m desperate for him to fuck me, even if I hate to admit it.
Orion chuckles. “Don’t get too excited. I’m still going to edge you. It just won’t be for hours like I originally planned.”
My eyes widen. Hours? He thought I would survive hours of riding the edge?
A sharp smack against my hip pulls me from my thoughts, and a startled cry tears from my throat, but the pain quickly morphs into pleasure.
Orion drags the leather across my lower stomach before repeating the same motion on the other side, and this time, the cry is more of a moan.
His lips tug up into a smirk. “So perfect for me, Ember. You take everything I give you so beautifully.”
I open my mouth to sass him, but instead a whimper tumbles out as the riding crop comes down on my already sensitive clit.
“Holy fuck,” I sob. The intensity of the pain mixed with the vibrations of the toy inside me is enough to push me to the edge, and I desperately breathe through my need for release.
I know Orion well enough to know I’m not coming anytime soon.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
