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  I’d had no idea she’d bring all that to what we were doing now, but she was and it made everything that much hotter.

  ‘That’s what will happen when you disobey,’ I said softly, looking down into her eyes, letting my own challenge meet hers. ‘Punishment. And I like giving out punishment, so by all means feel free to test me.’

  She didn’t look away, only bared her teeth, which sent a jolt of electricity crackling down my spine.

  Pretty, brave Little.

  I tightened my grip on her plait, making sure she couldn’t move. ‘Time to get on your knees.’

  She gave me a look that was nothing but fire. Another challenge, if I wasn’t much mistaken. Then, slowly—because I still had a grip on her hair—and not a little gracefully, she went down onto the floor in front of me.

  Heat streaked through me and my dick was so hard it hurt, but I took a couple of moments to appreciate the view because she was so fucking fine. She was naked, her skin pale and lovely, the tips of her breasts pink and hard, the curls between her thighs glowing fiery red.

  I could see her pulse beating fast in the hollow of her throat and the light coming through from the windows showed how flushed she was.

  You don’t get that this is even slightly wrong? Making your best friend kneel before you?

  Oh, yeah, it was fucking wrong. And maybe it was that wrongness that made it so damn hot. But I was in it now and there was no going back. Who knew if we could recover our friendship from this? All I could do was keep going, make sure that this was the best damn experience she’d ever had in her entire life.

  ‘Get my dick out.’ I kept up the tension on her plait, watching the flames leap in her eyes and her jaw get tight.

  She didn’t like me ordering her around—or rather she did, but she was just annoyed that she did. And she was going to make me pay for it, I suspected.

  Good. Bring it on.

  Her hands came to my belt buckle and I could see her fingers trembling slightly as she pulled it open.

  ‘Not scared?’ I murmured, wanting to push her, get her into challenge mode because it was fucking turning me on in a major way. ‘Too much for you, huh?’

  Her gaze flicked to mine, full of emerald flames, letting that speak for her. And I read her answer loud and clear.

  Fuck you, asshole. I’ll show you how scared I am.

  I grinned as her fingers found the button on my pants, flicking it open, letting her see how much I was enjoying her challenge. Because I had one of my own. ‘You know how I said you were built to take whatever I give you? Well, you’ve been good about not making a sound and I’m impressed. But I’m going to make it harder for you to stay quiet.’

  I could see the muscle in her jaw flex as she bit down on whatever it was she was going to say and grabbed the tab of my zipper. I was expecting her to jerk it down roughly, but she didn’t. Instead she held my gaze as she drew it down slowly, so achingly slowly. Her knuckles brushed over my insanely hard cock, sending sparks scattering though me and I was aware, suddenly, that I was hanging by a thread.

  And that she’d put me there.

  How the hell did she do that?

  I had no idea. I didn’t ever let myself get too on edge, not given how dangerous that was for me. Yet my best friend strips naked and brushes her hand over my dick and apparently I was holding onto that edge by the skin of my teeth.

  Perhaps I should have pulled away, but it was too late for that and I knew it. I couldn’t have walked away from her if I’d tried.

  My breathing was loud and getting louder and Freya’s gaze held a hint of triumph, as if she knew just how close to the boundaries of my control I was, not to mention her role in it, the hot little witch.

  She was spreading the material of my pants wide now, fingers brushing over the ridge of the hard-on pressing against my boxers, and clearly very satisfied with what she was doing to me.

  I needed to get control of this situation and fast.

  I flexed my wrist, pulling her hair tight, and she let out a hissing breath. ‘No playing,’ I said flatly. ‘Get my cock out and suck it like you mean it.’

  She was breathing fast, the quick rise and fall of her tits showing me how much. But the flames in her eyes didn’t lessen one iota.

  She did as she was told, pulling down the front of my underwear, her fingers reaching inside the cotton, circling my dick, and it was all I could do not to make a sound. Because the feel of her touching me just about blew the back of my head clean off.

  I gritted my teeth as she got me out and even though it was stupid given that I was a damn adult and didn’t need any kind of validation, I couldn’t stop the burst of satisfaction that went through me as her eyes widened.

  I was not a small man.

  Her fingers tightened around me and she squeezed, running her thumb up the length of my shaft and then over the slick head.

  A growl rumbled in my chest, pleasure licking straight up my spine.

  ‘I said no playing,’ I murmured. ‘Which means you just earned yourself another punishment.’

  She lifted one red brow, giving me a plain ‘Bring it on’ look.

  Oh, she had no fucking idea, did she?

  ‘Open your mouth,’ I growled.

  CHAPTER NINE

  Freya

  I COULD BARELY hear anything over the sound of my own heartbeat, chills chasing themselves all over my bare skin.

  I was on my knees in front of my best friend, his cock was in my hand and I was naked.

  He was giving me orders. He was talking about punishments. He was pulling my hair and biting me. He was telling me I was built to take him.

  He was so fucking hot I swear I was seconds away from coming and he’d barely touched me.

  Holy crap. What was wrong with me?

  Everett’s cock was hot and smooth in my hands and a whole lot goddamned bigger than I was expecting. Though why I should have expected otherwise, I had no idea. Not when, as he’d said, he was a big guy anyway.

  I’d never thought of that part of a man’s anatomy as beautiful. A little bit comical, a little bit ridiculous, kind of vulnerable maybe. But not beautiful.

  Everett’s was though. He felt warm and smooth and hard, like the metal of a car sitting out in the hot sun. Yet not quite like a car because his skin had a velvety feel to it, making it silkily touchable. His dick curved up towards his stomach, giving me a glimpse of the chiselled lines of his six-pack beneath his shirt.

  My mouth went even drier than it was already and I wanted to push his shirt up, lick my way up that fantastic abdomen, find his chest and stroke him there too, explore all those beautiful muscles.

  ‘What did I say?’ His voice was low and rough, scraping over me deliciously. ‘I gave you an order, Freya.’

  Oh, yeah. Open my mouth, right?

  I took a shaky breath, conscious of his hand holding my plait tightly, sending delicious prickles of pain over my scalp. I’d never thought that someone holding my hair like that would be so hot, but it was. And part of me wanted him to do it harder. The weird part of me that wanted to push him, make him do...more somehow.

  I had no idea why I wanted that, but there was something in me that found it exciting to challenge him. That was thrilled with the leap of green in his eyes in response. Because he liked it when I did that too. I knew him well and I knew when he was excited about something.

  You. He’s excited about you.

  Heat washed over me at the thought, making the pressure between my thighs become even more intense than it was already. But I didn’t want to think about that too much and, anyway, he was getting impatient. And even though part of me didn’t want to do what he said purely to mess with him, I wanted to taste him more.

  So I opened my mouth.

  He didn’t hesitate, thrusting forward, his dick sliding into my mouth.


  I groaned, I couldn’t help it, the salty, masculine taste of him hitting me with a vicious punch of lust. So. Damn. Good.

  ‘You like that?’ His grip on me tightened, sending more prickles of pain over my scalp. ‘You like having my cock in your mouth?’

  I couldn’t speak so I just nodded, panting almost.

  ‘Look at me, Little.’

  I didn’t even think about disobeying him this time and I looked up. He was so fucking tall from this angle. So fucking intimidating too, all power and authority. All blazing blue eyes, a ferocious expression on his handsome face.

  I loved it.

  ‘I like this,’ he said roughly. ‘I like seeing my cock in your mouth. It’s fucking hot.’ He reached down with his other hand and stroked my cheek, his fingers unexpectedly gentle. ‘You know what to do now.’

  Oh yes. I did.

  Tightening my hold on his cock, I lifted my other hand and gripped one of his powerful thighs for leverage.

  Then I proceeded to blow his fucking mind.

  At least that was the idea. I’d never had particularly strong feelings about blow jobs one way or the other. Sometimes they were fine. Sometimes they weren’t. But they were, without exception, never hot.

  Everett was now the exception.

  I sucked him, teased him. I ran my tongue along his cock, licking around the sensitive head, teasing the tip, tasting his raw, masculine flavour. I heard the deep, rough sounds I drew from him, felt the grip in my hair change, become even tighter. Felt the muscles in his thigh get rock-hard. And an intense satisfaction filled me.

  Yeah, I could do this to him. I could make my best friend the billionaire groan and shake. I could make him curse. I could push him.

  I could give him pleasure.

  Me, the big, awkward redhead. The elephant in a family of gazelles.

  ‘Deeper,’ he ordered roughly. ‘Harder.’

  So I opened my mouth wider, took him deeper so he was brushing the back of my throat. I didn’t care. I just wanted more. I wanted to make him come.

  Increasing the pressure of my mouth, I sucked harder, glorying in the feel of having him in the palm of my hand. Of giving him as much pleasure as he could handle.

  Except it wasn’t only him who was getting off on this. I was too. I could feel the pressure climb inside me, and I couldn’t stop from reaching down between my thighs to touch myself.

  ‘No.’

  The word crashed over me even as he pulled my hair hard, tugging my mouth away from him, leaving me panting and aching, and weirdly empty.

  His gaze was fierce as he stared down at me. ‘Did I say you could touch yourself? No, I fucking didn’t. I own that pussy tonight, understand? And it’s mine to touch, not yours.’

  I was breathing so fast I thought I was going to pass out, and again, like so much of this, I had no idea why the blatant ownership in his voice was so freaking hot, but it was.

  You’ve always been his. You know that.

  Maybe I did. Certainly, in this moment I was more Everett’s than I’d ever been anyone else’s. Not the family I’d been brought up with, that was for sure.

  I looked up at him, all authority and possession, and the devil in me wanted to keep on pushing, to see how far I could go. Because I loved that look on his face and I wanted more of it.

  So I held his gaze and deliberately circled my clit with one finger, sending streaks of white heat through my veins. God, I’d never thought I’d find touching myself while he watched so hot. I’d never thought of touching myself in front of someone else, period. Yet I was doing both now, and it was so erotic I knew I’d come in seconds flat.

  He growled, his grip on my hair tightening even more, making me gasp, and then he reached for my hand and pulled it away. Keeping his gaze on mine, he then lifted my fingers to his mouth and sucked them inside.

  I shuddered as wet heat surrounded my skin, his tongue licking my fingertips like they were his favourite flavour of popsicle. His teeth grazed my skin and I was lost in the pressure of his mouth as he sucked. And he watched me the whole time, sending the heat level inside me into the stratosphere.

  ‘Fucking delicious,’ he said after he’d given my fingers a last lick, his voice rough and raw and gritty. ‘I’m going to taste that pussy of yours soon. But you didn’t do as you were told, Little. And you know what that means?’

  I was panting, the ache between my thighs so insistent it was all I could do to keep still. Not that I could have moved anyway, not with the grip he had on my hair. It hurt. And yet it felt so good. My heart was going double-time, adrenaline careening through my central nervous system...

  Of course I knew what that meant.

  Everett gave me a feral grin. ‘My favourite part. Punishment.’

  I could have said no. I could have stood up and walked away, and he would have let me go. I didn’t have to kneel here and take it.

  But I’d pushed him, knowing full well what it would lead to. Which meant some part of me wanted this. Wanted my best friend to give me whatever punishment he usually meted out to his lovers in the clubs he frequented.

  Some part of me wanted to know what it would feel like, because I was sure I was going to like it.

  Besides, if I walked away now it would make all this line-crossing we were doing weird and pointless the next morning.

  It’s already going to be weird tomorrow.

  I didn’t want to think about that, though, so I shoved it away.

  Everett was doing that intense searching look again, probably checking to see I was still on board with him, so I lifted my chin and gave him another ‘Bring it on’ look. The green glitter in his blue eyes became pronounced, which thrilled me right down to the bone. Oh, he liked me challenging him. He really liked it.

  Without hesitation, he urged me to my feet. I felt a bit unsteady and he must have noticed because, as he walked me over to the couch, his free hand was on my hip, steadying me. Ready to catch me if I fell.

  He sat down on the couch, pulling me down with him, arranging me face down over his knees. I was breathing so fast and I could feel his cock, hard and ready, pushing against my stomach.

  ‘Keep still,’ he ordered. ‘And don’t make a sound. Take your punishment like a good girl.’

  He didn’t give me any time to wonder what he was going to do, though, given the way I was lying across him, I kind of knew. And it was weird. I wasn’t exactly a small girl and I would have felt entirely self-conscious with another guy, no matter how dominant.

  I didn’t with Everett though, because he was so big. His thighs were muscular and powerful beneath me, easily taking my weight, and when he released my hair finally and put one hand in the small of my back I could feel how large it was in comparison to myself. And I could feel how strong he was as he held me down. Making me feel small. Making me feel delicate.

  At least until his other hand came down on my butt. Hard.

  I gasped because even though a part of me was expecting it, I didn’t know quite how it was going to feel. And it hurt. Because he wasn’t holding back.

  ‘Take it,’ he growled, low and rough. Then he gave me three smacks in rapid succession, leaving me barely any time to breathe, barely any time to react. Making my body jerk in helpless response, my skin turning to fire as the pain spread out.

  His hand came down a fourth time, but this time he stroked me, his fingers trailing over the curve of my ass, lightly massaging my stinging skin.

  And I didn’t know how or why, but like the way he pulled my hair, the pain began to morph into something else, turning pleasure on its head and giving it teeth. So I was squirming in his lap, unable to keep still, wanting more, wanting something I couldn’t name. Something I ached for, something only he could give me.

  There were tears in my eyes and I didn’t know why.

  ‘Please, E
,’ I heard myself plead hoarsely. It was breaking his rules but I didn’t care. ‘Please.’

  He squeezed one butt cheek gently, making my ass sting and me shudder, pushing everything higher. ‘Are you begging me, Little?’

  ‘Yes.’ My hands found the couch material and I was gripping it like it was a lifeline, my hips lifting against his massaging hand. ‘Oh, please.’

  The heavy, warm hand in the middle of my back pressed down, holding me still again, and I groaned.

  Then he slipped his other hand between my trembling thighs, his fingers finding my pussy, stroking through my folds. I squeezed my eyes shut as the pleasure ignited every raw nerve ending, tearing a desperate sound from my throat.

  ‘Scream for me, Freya,’ he ordered quietly.

  And then his finger found my clit and he pressed down.

  The orgasm came like a thunder clap, annihilating me, crushing me under the weight of the pleasure it brought with it.

  And I opened my mouth and screamed and screamed.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Everett

  SHE WAS SHAKING across my knees, her screams of pleasure echoing around me, and all I could think of was that we had to do this again. We had to.

  Because she was so fucking magnificent. Responsive. Obedient, yet challenging. Pushing back when I pushed her, letting me know what she wanted without having to say it. We were so in tune. I could feel the high that dominance gave me hurtling through my veins. It didn’t happen that often—in fact, I couldn’t remember the last time it had—because, for it to hit, perfect trust had to be attained. The sub giving me her trust while she took mine, each of us knowing what the other wanted instinctively. It only happened with people who knew each other very well or, very occasionally, with a stranger who just happened to be compatible.

  I’d never found that perfect partner and deliberately so. I loved the high, but I’d never felt comfortable giving myself to someone so completely.

  But right now, right here with Freya, somehow I had.

  And even though she was the one doing what I told her, even though she’d just taken her punishment like a champion, and then come like a fucking superstar, screaming her pleasure to the heavens, it was me who was on the brink. Me who suddenly wanted, more than anything in the entire goddamn world, to lock her in my bedroom for the next month at least.