Draft version - Russian Roulette - Family secrets

Ch. 177: Stronzo

"I've got you, Malyshka," Gareth calmly mumbled into the crook of her neck while he held her tightly in his arms, forcing her convulsing body to rub against his with every jerk and spasm.

Every time Mackenzie did that, came from the sound of his voice, surrendered into how he manipulated her mind and body, Gareth was left in awe.

She was a miracle to him.

The throaty sounds, the gasps, the spasms and how her body instinctively rested into him as her calm place and still ground against his hand to get more, was her gift to him. She felt safe to let go with him, felt safe giving him that power over her.

That connection between them was everything to him.

When the orgasm finally let go of its grip on her, Mackenzie slumped back, leaning her head on Gareth's shoulder. In a haze, she turned her head and kissed his jaw, in a sort of 'I'm back' gesture.

"Looks like I have a reason to punish you after all," Gareth chuckled with delight and kissed her cheek with unhidden gratitude for what she let him do. "You almost deserve a 'good girl' for that."

"Stronzo," Mackenzie mumbled with a smile and kissed his jaw again.

"Careful now, Dolly. Calling me an asshole just upped twenty to thirty."

Gareth saw it in her eyes, she was about to shoot something at him, more profanities or an apology, he did not care, he was not going to listen to it and sealed her mouth with a passionate kiss.

"Not a word out of you, put that dress away and lie on your stomach. I think we need to make sure you learn your lesson."

While undressing, Gareth enjoyed the show of Mackenzie getting untangled from the dress and lying down, shuffling to get comfortable. The wriggles of her ass, overly exaggerated for his benefit, made him smile.

She was such a little tease.

"Lose the panties, Dolly." He had intentionally waited, just to get another show.

Yes, he was an asshole.

But it sure was worth it.

Even when he had to grit his teeth and control himself, because Mackenzie, like the provocateur she was, sensually shimmied the panties down her hips and thighs, lifted her ass like a freaking porn star and stripper-sneaked out of them, throwing them at him before lying back down.

The panties he caught midair and put in his pile of clothes, those he would keep until she had earned them back.

"Arms and legs spread."

He went to their locker and found the whip. How he loved that artpiece. It was smooth and soft, with wide moose skin tails, the handle had the right weight and fit in his palm.

He knew that whip and how to use it.

"You're like Harry Potter and his wand with that whip, aren't you?" Mackenzie asked with a wink from the bed where she had been following his every move.

"Shut it."

Crawling up on the bed, letting his fingers rub Mackenzie's exposed ass, Gareth felt she was ready. Her skin already warm, her shuddering reaction to his touch, told she was sensitive and hyper alert.

"Thirty, Doll."

"You're not tying me up?" Mackenzie asked wondering, since he had asked her to lie spread-eagle like he wanted to secure her in place.