A Jade's Trick (Lilly Black's Jaded Series Book 1) by Lilly Black Page A
Authors: Lilly Black
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tonight the night, God, I want to as he holds me down by my hips, rocking me against his hard cock until my doubts no longer make sense.
Okay, I tell myself. Just one more kiss, and that's it for tonight, but when I end it and slide back into my own seat, I'm already renegotiating inside my head.
"Tease me like that again, and I'll put you over my knee," Cain threatens, and my poor impulse control kicks into overdrive.
"I'm not teasing," I say with a sultry purr as I pull an envelope out of my purse and hand it to him.
"Is this an invitation to play your game?" he asks. I shake my head shyly, and as he scans my bill of health, I stare out the window. Tonight could either be the end of everything or the beginning, and if it is the beginning, I already know I am going to let him spank me if that's what it takes to keep him. I just don't know how far I can go in a world where the distinction between pleasure and pain is not clearly defined.
"How bad will it hurt?" I ask suddenly as Cain pulls the car onto the road to head back to my house.
"How bad will what hurt?"
"The spankings, the torture, all the ways you want to punish me."
"I'm not a sadist, Evan. I don't get off on hurting women."
"So it won't hurt?"
"Oh, it will, but you'll love the way it hurts," he says, and as his words fall upon my ears in a harmony of exhilaration and foreboding, I think I'm beginning to understand.
"So you sure you're ready for this?" Cain asks as he pulls the car in front of my house, and whether he's being concerned or cocky, the answer is the same.
"Yes," I say, biting my lower lip as he stares me down like a hungry lion.
"I am the one, Evan," he whispers, then he gets out and hurries around the car to open my door for me. In our underwear with the rain still pouring, we run up the sidewalk like children. I jam my key in the door, and as soon as it's closed behind us, he pushes me hard against it, his mouth on mine, pinning my shoulders as I feel his cock struggling to get to me through the cold, wet fabric of his boxer briefs. I pull at them, and he takes them off, giving me only the briefest glimpse before he lifts me, carrying me into the bedroom like a bride.
We fall to the bed, and he lies weightlessly atop me, his cock sliding against me through my panties while he kisses me. I feel myself getting wet, but as Cain moves his hand down my body, I freeze.
"I forgot to tell you something," I whisper. I forgot to mention that I don't like hands touching me there, mostly because I'm afraid he'll feel my scars, but I omit that part as I timidly tell him.
"Evan, I can make you come with my hands tied behind my back," he boldly claims, grabbing my panties instead, his thumb hooked around the crotch and pulling them over to the side as he slides between my legs. When the first, gentle touch of his tongue hits me like a million volts of electricity, I flood with excitement, thinking this could be that perfect amalgamation of burgeoning love and orgasmic pleasure I've been denied so long as Cain reads my body like he reads my mind. And he's good. He's beyond good. He's amazing? Incredible? Those words seem too saccharine to describe what he's doing to me. I've never felt anything in my entire life as intense as his warm, velvety tongue on my clit, not even that very first time when I didn't know what was happening to me before I taught myself to block the pleasure. Tonight, I chase it as Cain grips my legs, pushing them apart, his mouth covering me, his tongue making fast, tight circles...but...
As the physical pressure mounts, the psychological pressure comes with it. Old fears creep in, and the sensation begins to drain away.
"Cain?" I whisper. He shushes me softly.
"But..." I protest.
"Evan," he says with an irritated smirk, "if you've always approached it with this kind of impatience, it's no wonder..."
"I haven't," I admit, with a laugh.
"Then give it a little time."
"But when
Okay, I tell myself. Just one more kiss, and that's it for tonight, but when I end it and slide back into my own seat, I'm already renegotiating inside my head.
"Tease me like that again, and I'll put you over my knee," Cain threatens, and my poor impulse control kicks into overdrive.
"I'm not teasing," I say with a sultry purr as I pull an envelope out of my purse and hand it to him.
"Is this an invitation to play your game?" he asks. I shake my head shyly, and as he scans my bill of health, I stare out the window. Tonight could either be the end of everything or the beginning, and if it is the beginning, I already know I am going to let him spank me if that's what it takes to keep him. I just don't know how far I can go in a world where the distinction between pleasure and pain is not clearly defined.
"How bad will it hurt?" I ask suddenly as Cain pulls the car onto the road to head back to my house.
"How bad will what hurt?"
"The spankings, the torture, all the ways you want to punish me."
"I'm not a sadist, Evan. I don't get off on hurting women."
"So it won't hurt?"
"Oh, it will, but you'll love the way it hurts," he says, and as his words fall upon my ears in a harmony of exhilaration and foreboding, I think I'm beginning to understand.
"So you sure you're ready for this?" Cain asks as he pulls the car in front of my house, and whether he's being concerned or cocky, the answer is the same.
"Yes," I say, biting my lower lip as he stares me down like a hungry lion.
"I am the one, Evan," he whispers, then he gets out and hurries around the car to open my door for me. In our underwear with the rain still pouring, we run up the sidewalk like children. I jam my key in the door, and as soon as it's closed behind us, he pushes me hard against it, his mouth on mine, pinning my shoulders as I feel his cock struggling to get to me through the cold, wet fabric of his boxer briefs. I pull at them, and he takes them off, giving me only the briefest glimpse before he lifts me, carrying me into the bedroom like a bride.
We fall to the bed, and he lies weightlessly atop me, his cock sliding against me through my panties while he kisses me. I feel myself getting wet, but as Cain moves his hand down my body, I freeze.
"I forgot to tell you something," I whisper. I forgot to mention that I don't like hands touching me there, mostly because I'm afraid he'll feel my scars, but I omit that part as I timidly tell him.
"Evan, I can make you come with my hands tied behind my back," he boldly claims, grabbing my panties instead, his thumb hooked around the crotch and pulling them over to the side as he slides between my legs. When the first, gentle touch of his tongue hits me like a million volts of electricity, I flood with excitement, thinking this could be that perfect amalgamation of burgeoning love and orgasmic pleasure I've been denied so long as Cain reads my body like he reads my mind. And he's good. He's beyond good. He's amazing? Incredible? Those words seem too saccharine to describe what he's doing to me. I've never felt anything in my entire life as intense as his warm, velvety tongue on my clit, not even that very first time when I didn't know what was happening to me before I taught myself to block the pleasure. Tonight, I chase it as Cain grips my legs, pushing them apart, his mouth covering me, his tongue making fast, tight circles...but...
As the physical pressure mounts, the psychological pressure comes with it. Old fears creep in, and the sensation begins to drain away.
"Cain?" I whisper. He shushes me softly.
"But..." I protest.
"Evan," he says with an irritated smirk, "if you've always approached it with this kind of impatience, it's no wonder..."
"I haven't," I admit, with a laugh.
"Then give it a little time."
"But when
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