Didn’t give her a chance to respond. Just lifted her up, her legs wrapping around my waist automatically, and carried her toward the stairs to the master suite.
The bedroom was dark except for the city lights coming through the windows, painting everything in shadows and gold. I dropped her on the bed and stood over her, stripping off my sweats and everything else until I was bare.
“You’re gonna take your punishment,” I said. “You understand me?”
Her eyes went wide. Then dark with need. “Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes… Prime.”
“Good girl.”
I climbed over her, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand, using the other to spread her thighs. She was already soaked—I could feel the heat of her before I even touched her.
“This wet for me even when I’m pissed at you?” I slid two fingers inside her, watched her back arch off the mattress. “Even when you know you’re about to get punished?”
“Yes,” she gasped. “Always. It’s always for you.”
“Damn right it is.”
I worked her slow at first. Then faster. Building her up until she was squirming, begging, right at the edge?—
And then I stopped.
“Prime, please?—”
“Please what?”
“Please, I need?—”
“Tell me what you need.”
“You. I need you. Please.”
I let go of her wrists and flipped her over onto her stomach. Gripped her hips and pulled them up until she was on her knees, face pressed into the pillows.
“You want me to forgive you?” I asked, positioning myself at her entrance.
“Yes.”
“Then show me how sorry you are.”
I pushed into her in one deep stroke, and she cried out into the pillow. I didn’t wait for her to adjust. Just started moving—hard, punishing thrusts that had the headboard knocking against the wall.
“This what you was hiding from me?” I gripped her hips tight, pulling her back to meet every stroke. “This pussy that belongs to me? These secrets you thought I couldn’t handle?”
“I’m sorry,” she moaned into the pillow. “I’m so sorry?—”
“I know you are.” I reached forward, wrapped my hand in her coily hair, pulled her head back. “But sorry ain’t enough. You gonna show me. Every night. For the rest of your life. Show me how sorry you are.”
“Yes. Anything. Whatever you want?—”
“Say my name.”
“Prime—”
“Louder.”
