He teased, waited.
“Yes, Sir,” she amended.
“Good girl.”He gave her what she’d asked for, this time holding on a little longer.“Too much?”he asked when he’d released her.
“No,” she admitted.“Not at all.”
She had at least a small taste for pain.Intoxicating.
This time, he rolled her nipples, pinched them, pulled on them, drew her onto her toes.In reaction, she bent her knees.“Oh, yes,” he said.He pushed her bra down, out of the way, then bent to lave each nipple with his tongue, sucking on each tip to soothe it.
She reached for him, hands on his shoulders.“Nice,” he told her.He waited until her breathing had steadied a bit before saying, “But I’d told you to keep your arms behind your back.”
Her eyes widened but she didn’t immediately pull away.
“You know what that means?”
“No.”She drew a breath.“No, Sir.But I’m afraid I can guess.”
“Yeah, you can.Tonight, if you dare, you can be punished for not following orders.”
She scowled, tiny lines digging in between her eyebrows.“I don’t think I’d like that.”
“You weren’t sure whether you wanted your nipples squeezed like that, either.”
“True.”She slowly uncurled her hands from his shoulders.
Part of him was tempted to tell her to leave them there.
She put her arms behind her back again.
“Very nice,” he said.“Now I’m going to kiss you.”
“Am I supposed to just stand here?”she asked.
“As opposed to…?”
“Participating?”
He lifted an eyebrow.
“I liked having my hands on you,” she admitted.“And I’ve been wanting to mess up that very perfect hair of yours.”
“You need to do a little reading up on submission.”
“Oh?”
“No talking without permission.”
“I see.”
He frowned.
She laughed, a genuine, seductive sound.“I told you I’m new.No experience.I’m bound to make mistakes, Sir.”
Connor reminded himself he’d already learned not to underestimate her.
“May I?”she asked.“Touch you?”
