“You did so well, angel,” I praise, gently massaging her ass. I flick my gaze toward the mirror, staring at her parted mouth as she pants. A telltale flush darkens her cheeks, betraying how much she enjoyed being disciplined. “Did I satisfy your curiosity?”
She nods.
Slipping my hands to her waist, I make her stand and face me. Tipping her head back, I caress her swollen bottom lip where she bit to hold back her cries. “If you lie or disobey me again, it’ll be your naked ass I spank.”
I see her eyes widen a fraction before I crush my lips against hers. I coax them open with my tongue and thrust inside, starving to taste her sweetness.
Kissing her is the opposite of keeping her at arm’s length.
Yet I can’t resist.
When she shyly flicks her tongue against mine and sucks, I almost go feral and deepen the kiss. Allowing myself one more taste, I force my lips away.
Her long eyelashes flutter open, revealing insatiable brown eyes, and it takes all my willpower not to ravage her whole.
We stare at each other for a beat before she cuts the sexual tension.
“Who knew you’d be this strict?”
I chuckle, unable to help myself. “You loved every second of it.”
“Maybe.”
“Definitely.”
Shrugging innocuously, she teases, “You’re a bad influence, Mr. Singhania.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Arya
Stop acting like a creep!
I cut my gaze away from Nathan casually strolling and surveying my office. I can’t seem to stop staring at him, devouring those godly features and his tall, muscular stature pushing the limits of his custom-tailored suit.
The spacious room suddenly feels too small with his larger-than-life presence. Every time I glance at my desk, the image of me bent over while he spanked me savagely flashes in my brain. Every tiny movement flares the smarting on my ass cheeks.
The state of my face isn’t any better.
Instead of my arousal being doused by the punishment, it’s spiked high. I’m hyperaware of the orgasm denial from the last ten days. I kept myself busy, but every night I went to sleep in my bed, I was tempted to break the rule.
Man! I should’ve used the vibrator. I paid the price for it anyways.
Nathan keeps throwing me off at every turn.
Mysterious one second, raw and open in the next. The latter happens whenever he’s caressing and pleasuring me. It’s the only time his sky-high walls are down.
“When did you come back, Nathan?” I ask, watching him stop at my bookshelf which I’ve filled with different knickknacks rather than just books.
“This morning.”
“And you came straight here?”
“Yes.”
I don’t know what to make of that. Should I feel special he came straight to meet me and no one else? Did a part of him miss me? Did he want to surprise me? If it was just about work, he could’ve texted or set a meeting up later since I never mentioned it was urgent.
The passionate kiss spoke volumes too. I could see it in his eyes that he didn’t want to end it as soon as he did.
