Deke moved his hands through her hair. She gagged a few times, but she didn't care. Samantha had always liked to give oral sex, but she particularly loved to give it to Deke. He'd told her once that he loved the feel of her mouth on him.
She continued to suck him, adding her hand and slipping her tongue over the tip every time she reached the top. Soon he was moving in rhythm with her, his head bent back as he groaned. She wanted to feel him come, have him fill her throat up, but he had other plans. He pulled out of her mouth with a loud growl. He leaned down and kissed her. This time it was like the kiss at the door—no longer measured, no longer in charge. She knew he would get back there, knew he would take charge, but at the moment he wanted her to know what she did to him.
In this, they could always be honest.
"Stand up, babe."
She did, but she needed help. She was so aroused she could barely walk. He apparently knew that because he leaned down and picked her up into his arms.
He took her to the bed and placed her there. "Up on all fours. I think you need a little punishment for that stunt."
She looked at him as he pulled off his pants and placed them on the chair.
"You don't know what I'm talking about?"
She shook her head.
"You were trying to suck me completely off. Admit it."
She hesitated, and he let one brow rise. She nodded.
"You need to be reminded who is in control when we are playing. Apparently, your memory is bad."
He climbed onto the bed, and she waited.
"I wish I had some toys. I would love to take a paddle to your ass. You definitely deserve it. Spread your legs."
She did as ordered, already anticipating what was to come. Her body was throbbing, her pussy so damp. He slipped his hand between her legs, teasing her slit, then her clit. Her heart raced, her body heated, and she could feel her orgasm rushing.
He pulled his hand back and smacked her ass. The sting of the slap filtered out over her body as her pussy contracted.
She needed to press her legs together to gain some kind of relief, but he didn't allow it. Instead, he repeated his actions over and over, teasing her, pushing her closer, and then smacking her. By the time he stopped, her arms were shaking and her legs felt just as unsteady.
He leaned down, and she felt his mouth on the fullest part of her cheek. "So pink. I love the way you get all red when I spank you. You like that, don't you, baby?"
"Yes," she said, but her voice wasn't that steady.
Deke pulled back. "On your back, Samantha."
It took her a second to obey, and she heard him growl. She shot him a look of warning when she finally ended up on her back, but stopped when she saw the look on his face. There was something she couldn’t discern there, something that she wasn’t sure she had ever seen.
Because of that, she broke the rules. “What?”
For a second, he said nothing. He just looked down at her, and then he shook his head. “Nothing, just nothing.”
He left the bed and came back with a couple of condoms in his hand. He ripped open one and slipped it over his cock, then joined her back on the bed. He gave her that naughty smile that always undid her. She’d never known another man who could smile at her and almost make her come. Except for Deacon Berg.
He lifted one of her legs and undid her sandal, then took care of the other. She moaned when he kissed the arch of one foot then worked his way up her body, licking, kissing, and nipping at her flesh. Deke fully covered her, kissing her lips with a force that both called to her and scared her at the same time.
She expected him to take her, to just ravish her on the spot, but he had other ideas.
He switched their positions by rolling to his back. She found herself sitting over him, her legs on each side of his hips.
“Take me in.”
She looked down at him and realized he was different. He was a bit slower with his commands now, and that made him even sexier.
She lifted up and took hold of his cock.