She shook her head.Quiet now, is she? Maybe she’s learning.
He doubted it.
“So am I not going to get a punishment?” Hope flickered in her eyes, a sparkle there saying she’d expected to get off the hook.
“You’ve spent too much time with Trent spoiling you. No, sweet, you’re not getting out of yourpunishment. However, I want you to tell me your safe words again.”
The moment of indecision had his cock hardening more, almost painful against his zipper. That edge of fear, the way a submissive looked at him like they weren’t sure they’d love whatever he planned, always did it for him.
“Master and red,” she told him with a soft voice.
“And you’re welcome to use yellow if you need, too.”
“What are you going to do?”
That was the question, wasn’t it? He didn’t answer right away, savoring the way she squirmed as the more time passed, as he rose and walked behind her and shestillhad no answer.
“Daniel?”
He still didn’t speak, letting her stew, letting her own mind get the better of her. Sometimes people could be best affected by the right word, but often times their mind supplied thingsfarworse than he could.
Even still, her alluring scent filled the room, telling him that she wasn’t scared. Unsure? Nervous? Absolutely. But not afraid.
He disrobed, making sure to set the clothing items beside her so she knew what he was doing. Again, the sight of wetness on her thighs, of how tempting her cunt looked, threatened to goad him into giving in.
He shook his head and grabbed what he’d set on the dresser after he’d tied her up. “Do you remember what I said before, sweet?”
“Not really. I try not to pay attention.”
“Well then, let’s see if I can remind you.” He dripped lube onto his fingers, then used one hand to spread her cheeks. He pressed a finger to her ass, growling softlyat the way she tensed against the touch, the way she shifted as though she could get free.
Beautiful.She reminded him of a wild creature, one that didn’t easily give in.
“You are out of your fucking mind,” she snapped. “If you think I’m going to let you dothat, you’re stupider than I thought.”
He continued to rub against her ass, not pushing in yet, teasing and taunting her all at once. “You have a safe word, but nothing else. If you really need to stop, you know what to say. Otherwise? The more you curse and threaten me, the more fun I’ll have.” He curled his lips into a smile as he pressed into her with just one finger. “You might not have as much, but then again, this is a punishment.”
She shuddered through her entire body, as though the sensation were strange and new and overwhelming. Then again, the last time he’d done this, she’d been in heat, which meant he could have probably doneanythingand she’d have enjoyed it.
If she remembered it at all.
“Nothing to say?” He taunted her with his words, and when her chest expanded with a large breath, when he was sure she was about to tell him off, he thrust his finger deeper into her and set a quick rhythm.
Which was more than enough to stop anything she had thought to say. Instead, Alison gasped and dropped into a moan.
God, I want to hear more of that sound.
He grasped her hip to hold her still, not because she was trying to get away but rather because she was pushing back toward him. He’d known she’d enjoy this, that as soon as she let go of her hang-ups—orrather, when he made her let go of them—she’d find it wasn’t the terrible activity she’d imagined.
And given that her rule breaking hadn’t beenthathorrible, he didn’t mind her enjoying her punishment—at least some of it.
He shifted to two fingers, and when she relaxed, he moved to three. At three she whined, a sound that made his cock twitch, the sort of breathless plea that sat somewhere between pain and pleasure.
Which was exactly the thing he’d waited for.
“Okay, sweet, are you ready? Because I’ve waited a while for this, and I’m tired of waiting.”
He pulled his fingers from her, then got onto the bed behind her. He spread her legs slightly, as wide as the bar would let them go, to align them right.
