When she begs, I’m inclined to give her anything she wants. It takes serious willpower to pull my fingers away. “Not yet. You were a bad girl today.”
She shivers but doesn’t argue.
“Raise your ass.”
Arya shakes her head, causing the wispy ends of her long hair to brush the floor.
My palm comes down slow and steady, coating her ass in color and heat until she tries to escape. I put my leg over hers and pin her arm against her back, so she’s trapped. It ignites her “fight or flight” response, but nothing she does makes a difference.
“Lie still, and take your punishment.”
She pants and squirms but is otherwise quiet.
The next round is rougher, and as I spank her hard, her inflamed ass swells and turns bright red. She starts to shriek and curse, but I don’t slow down.
“I’m waiting for an apology.”
“Too bad. You can punish me or you can have an apology, but you don’t get both. Because you were wrong, too.”
My brows rise as I look down at her pinned body. I don’t know what the hell she’s talking about. “How was I wrong?” When she doesn’t answer, I squeeze her punished ass, which causes another round of swearing from her and a throbbing ache in my balls. There’s gravel in my voice now. “Speak up, Arya.”
“No.”
My palm crashes down against her soft flesh three more times before she screams and caves in.
“Oh, God. I can’t. Please stop.” Her voice cracks on the last words.
A part of me thinks I should push her farther, so the dam will break and she’ll tell me what the hell’s going on with her. Another part takes in the deep red color of her ass and her harsh breathing and decides I’ll have to uncover things another way.
I slide my left hand under her and into her panties. Once she’s perched on my left hand, I put my right between her legs and push my fingers into her tight pussy. Forcing her clit back and forth over my calloused palm while I penetrate her is all she needs.
A keening cry echoes off the walls just before her pussy starts to clench around my invading fingers.There it is.
I let her ride my hands till she’s had her fill, enjoying the greedy pulses of her hips and the way her flushed ass bobs. When the movements subside, she lies limp over my lap.
My cock throbs maddeningly. It wants a release like the one I gave her.
I pull my hands free and lift her slowly to her feet. She glances away, her eyes bright with unshed tears and seemingly embarrassed.
“Take your underwear off and lie over the end of the bed.”
“You’re not planning to—?”
“Arya.” I incline my head toward the bed.
She stretches her arms overhead, causing her breasts to bounce. My cock jerks, impatient.
As her fingers reach out to touch my abs, she says, “Not the peach, right?” Her voice is softer and silkier than I’ve ever heard it.
Now I understand why she’s nervous and stalling. Grabbing her wrists, I put her arms behind her, bringing her body flush with mine.
“You didn’t want this to be a conversation, so it’s not. I tell you what to do, and you obey. No matter what I want.”
She bends her elbows, testing whether she can pull her hands apart. My grip is tight enough that she gets nowhere.
Her lips part, and the tip of her tongue darts out to moisten them. I want to taste that mouth, but the ache in my balls has a one-track agenda.
A shallow breath escapes her lips as I release her wrists and push her toward the end of the bed.
