Page 60 of Promise of Punishment

“Will you do anything to hurt me?” Her body shivers.

“Never.”

She nods and inhales a deep breath.

“Stand,” I order, maintaining the three feet between us.

She does.

“Good angelus.” Hopefully, she’ll continue to respond accordingly. “Take off your cloak.”

She undoes the tie at the neck and lets the black silk material fall to the floor. It billows at her red heels.

I let out a low whistle and wipe my salivating mouth, my cock ready. Red thigh-highs, lace panties, and a matching bra that pushes her tits up high, her nipples beaded, waiting to be teased. The color pops against her honeyed skin, but her plump red lips steal all my attention.

“I knew I’d like you in red.” Closing the distance between us, I drink in every inch of her sweet body. “Tonight, you’re my angel of sin.” I run the backs of my fingers across her lower cheek and brush my thumb across her fat bottom lip.

She shivers with obvious desire.

“I have to kiss you.” I cover her mouth with mine, relishing in the act. Kissing isn’t something I’ve ever cared about or needed, but with Fable, I bloody crave it. She tastes like cherry Coke again. My cock grows harder as I taunt and tease her with my tongue. I cup her cheeks and tilt her head, feeling her body soften at this new angle. She grips my arms, holding on for life. It turns me on even more, to my surprise.

“I could kiss you for hours,” I whisper across her jawline and test how responsive she is. “Would you like that, Fable?” Leaning over her, I move one hand to her back for support, the other cupping her head, as I kiss a path down her neck.

“Yes,” she murmurs, putty in my hands.

Why didn’t I take her to a private room weeks ago? Here, I’m free to devour her how I want. And I want.

I scoop her into my arms and carry her to the bed, kissing her mouth again but with my eyes open so I can see where I’m going. I like how she feels in my arms, small and mine to protect from the world.

“What have you done to me?” I murmur and lower her sexy body onto the bed, placing her horizontally on the mattress so I can stand and do what I want to do to her. I arranged the ties so I could place her this way.

“What have you done to me?” she whispers back.

“Do you trust me?” I ask, needing her consent again.

“Yes.”

“Good angel. Put your arms above your head and cross your wrists.” She does at once, showing how eager she is. I secure them in the red sash, which is hooked to another tie that’s fastened to the bed frame. The strapless bra barely contains her smaller, perky as fuck breasts with her arms raised.

I kiss between her rib cage, obsessed with the tiny curve of her lower belly. I kiss that too and work my way back up to her cleavage as I stand between her spread thighs. When she dressed, did she notice the little clips on the lace bra could be easily unhooked to give me full access to her mouthwatering breasts?

“I picked this out especially for you,” I tell her, wanting to praise her and keep her pliant.

“Do you like to do that?”

“No.” I run my hand up her body to her neck and bend over her. “I’ve never picked out lingerie for anyone.”

“Never?” she asks, doubtful.

Her lips look tempting as hell when she says it. I lick the bottom one and pull it into my teeth when I answer, “Never.” Then I’m kissing her again, running my hands up and down the sides of her torso, resisting the urge to plunge my cock deep inside her. Always restraining when it comes to her.

Focus. I remind myself. I need answers.

“Fable, sweets. Tell me something.” I unhook the clips to the lace triangles covering her nipples and peel them back. “Do you want me to kiss your pretty breasts?”

She nods, her body making little quivers.

I circle her nipple with my finger. “How badly do you want my mouth here?”