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“Do you want me to punish you?” I snapped.
She sucked her bottom lip in, like she didn’t know the answer to that question. Like I was the kind of Dom that was a fan of repeating myself.
“Answer me, Sophia.” I used her name, her real name, because I wanted her to know I saw her...and I knew what she was up to.
The smile flickered in her gaze as her eyes bore into mine. “Yes. I want to be punished.”
Using every ounce of my own self control, I released her. I felt her wanting, longing, but I took my time removing my jacket, folding my sleeves back like I was in no rush. My heart told a different story, nearly thumping right out of my chest. My throat was bone dry. Alcohol wouldn’t sate it, and when I turned back to her, I realized punishing her wouldn’t sate it either....but damn if I wasn’t gonna try.
“I want you to turn around, put both hands on the bed, and show me how wet being naughty makes you.” I lifted the whip from the table, smiling on the inside as she watched me roll my wrists, making the leather strips spin like a kinky pinwheel. “Show me how wet you get when you try your Dom’s patience.”
She could barely suppress her glee, her hair spinning as wildly as the whip as she whirled toward the bed. She split the distance between her and obeying, lowering her hands onto the mattress and curving her spine.
In the dim light of the room I was too far away to make out the curves of her, but my fingers would know her intimately.
Then my mouth.
Then my raging hard length.
A punishment for us both really, because anything more than a spanking would just solidify that whatever this was was much more than a Dom and a submissive. ‘D and Sin’. This would be Desmond and Sophia. From the moment our eyes met, it was the only way things could be.
I drew to her, aching as I drank in the round curve of her ass and my eyes stroked the length of her juicy folds, ripe for my taking.
She let out a quivering sound as the strips connected with her flesh, anticipating the moment my wrist would snap and the tease would become a bite of pain. She thought she had my number, hell, she did have my number. There was no mask for my cock, piercing and craving the wetness between her thighs. I ached to hear her moans, to bask in her grunts as I spanked her.
But she needed discipline; she needed to learn that I would give her what she needed, when I decided it was appropriate.
I need discipline because I'm ready to just take her; not as her Dom, but as me, a man who desperately wants to make his woman come...
I dropped the whip, smiling when she twisted her head to the right. I didn't need to see her face to know she was probably pouting.
I ran my fingertips along her hips. “I gave you a chance to tell me how you wanted to be punished, and you chose to be disobedient instead.” I tightened my grip, my fingers pressing into her flesh. “Now, I'll choose how I want to teach you a lesson.”
And pretend that I'm not struggling to give in myself.
Her skin was soft as silk beneath my touch and a thought raced through my head. Last night, I didn't have the strength to give her the spanking she so rightly deserved.
“I think I owe you a proper spanking,” I breathed hotly, caressing the skin I planned to set on fire. “Since you're so chatty this evening, I want you to count out every strike.” I didn't wait for her to answer, bringing my palm down on her ass with a force that made her gasp and me twitch, bulging against the fabric of my slacks.
My heart froze, currents of sensation rippling through my fingertips.
“One,” she whispered hoarsely.
This time, when I hit four, I didn't even wait for her to call it out before I gave her a fifth. Her pale skin wore my mark, rosy red and trembling. I stroked the tender flesh and she did the tiniest movement, pushing her ass back to me, the sight of her pussy making me forget about aftercare, because I wasn't done.
I gripped her ass, rolling her soft skin in my palms before I spread her cheeks and looked at her. She was beautiful, dripping wet with desire.
I leaned in, burying my mouth where it belonged, discovering the sweet taste of her flesh. Of her want. She pumped her hips, fucking my tongue, groaning that she wanted more.
Deeper.
I told myself that I wasn't giving in, that I was still in control as I strode to the side table, tearing open the condom wrapper with my teeth and slipping the latex over my rock hard length. She was still on the bed, her chest against the mattress, her ass in the air, her head to the side, watching me with fascination.
“Are you gonna fuck me?” she whispered, like she was still dreaming. Like it was the one thing, she wanted, needed, in the whole world.
“Yes,” I answered gruffly, because I knew that our needs were aligned. I had to be inside her.
I guided myself into her, slipping just inside her tightness. I felt her clench the head, trying to pull me inside. I put both hands on her hips, knowing I needed something to hold on to so I didn't completely lose control.
