Undone Rebel (Undone Lovers, Book One) by Lila Dubois Page B

feel that his right hand was now hot from spanking her.
    “You’re aroused. I can feel the heat from your sex and see the liquid on your pussy lips. Is it my domination of you, the spanking, or both, that have aroused you?”
    “Both, Sir.” She whispered it, laying her cheek against the top of the chair.
    “Were you aware, prior to this, that you had submissive tendencies?” Emory’s thumb dipped between the folds of her sex and Addie moaned.
    She was so ready, so aroused, that just his thumb felt unspeakably good. He placed it against her clit and she rotated her hips, rubbing herself against him.
    “Answer my question, please.”
    “Could you repeat the question, Sir?”
    “Were you aware that you had submissive and masochistic tendencies?”
    Addie stopped moving. “I’m not submissive.”
    Emory rubbed her clit, and she couldn’t hide the shudder that rocked her. “I’m only referring to sex.”
    “I like to be on top,” she paused, letting her defiance show, “Sir.”
    “Very well, you’re not here to be trained, so I’ll let your beliefs stand.” His thumb slid from her clit, between the slick folds of her sex, to her entrance. “But you might consider exploring the BDSM community more fully. I’d be willing to train you.”
    There was a crash and Addie started to rise from the chair.
    “No, remain in position,” Emory barked, eyes narrowed. He twisted his hand in the strap of her bra and used it to force her down.
    SJ was speaking into her collar. “There was a crash on set, please check it out.”
    The constriction around her ribs from Emory’s grip on her bra was making it hard to breathe, and when he slid his thumb into her Addie stopped breathing altogether. That single digit felt thick and filling she was so hungry for sensation, for something in her.
    His thumb withdrew and another finger, longer this time, pressed in. He curled it, rubbing her G-spot as he slowly finger-fucked her. When she was thrusting her hips back, another finger pressed in, stretching her to the point of sweet pleasure-pain.
    “You’re very tight, the insertion of my feathered dildo might be uncomfortable.” Emory twisted the two fingers he had in her as he spoke. He bumped against her G-spot and Addie gasped in pleasure.
    “Yes Sir,” was all she could answer.
    His fingers withdrew and there was something thick and cold against her. Feeling its breadth, Addie’s thrumming arousal cooled. It was big . Emory rubbed the dildo between the lips of her sex, coating it in her body’s fluid before once more positioning it at her entrance.
    “Arch your back, relax your sex.”
    He held her hips, applying pressure to the dildo. Addie bit her lip as it started to slide in, stretching her, opening each inch of her channel. When it stopped moving she held her breath, waiting for him to pull it out and thrust it in again. She wanted him to fuck her with it. She closed her eyes and licked her lips, heart racing in anticipation.
    Instead, Emory thumbed her clit. Her pussy contracted.
    “Perfect, the feather clearly moved.” With that he was gone.
    Hijo de mil putas. Yo cago en la leche de tu puta madre.
    Addie cursed him with every vile phrase her father had let slip when working on cars in the family’s makeshift garage.
    Emory drew another plain chair from beneath the black drop cloth and brought it to the center of the room. He placed it to her right and took a seat.
    “Let’s begin. I’ll list a few potential scenes. For this conversation, you may speak freely.”
    Addie turned her head so she could see him, resting her cheek on the back of the chair. He’d loosened his tie, thought his vest was still buttoned. There was no denying that Emory was handsome, with an air of almost danger, as if he were a tamed exotic beast.
    “The first option is a naughty boarding school student.”
    Addie raised an eyebrow. What was it with guys and Catholic schoolgirl outfits? Emory was watching her ass, though his gaze