Camelia pressed her thighs together again, but Raph parted them.
“I want to see you get wet for me, little flower.”
“I… I don’t know what I’m feeling,” she admitted breathlessly, her hips shifting involuntarily. “You’re driving me mad, Raph.”
She felt his hand rub her raw skin. His fingers were slow and deliberate, soothing yet arousing her further.
“Do you understand your punishment now, Duchess?” he asked, his voice a husky growl that made more wetness pool between her thighs. “Do you understand that you’re mine to discipline, and mine to pleasure?”
“Y… yes—Ah!” She moaned loudly as he slapped her again.
“Say it. Tell me you crave this as much as I do.”
Her heart raced, her body aching for more, as realization crashed over her—sheneededhis touch.
I can’t let him stop. Not now, not when I’m burning for him.
“No, Your Grace. I don’t understand,” she said, her voice trembling with fear and courage. “Show me. Make me understand. I need to feel it all.”
His hand paused, and she felt his surprise. A low chuckle rumbled from him.
“Disobedient until the end,” he murmured, his soft lips brushing against her lower back, sending shivers up her spine. “You want more, don’t you?”
He slid his hands between her inner thighs and rubbed her sweet spot. Camelia let out a cry. She had never felt such pleasure before.
“You’re soaked for me already, little flower. Your body is begging without words. Beg for my hand, Camelia. Beg for the sting that makes you mine.”
Another slap landed, sharper, sending a wave of heat through her that made her knees weak.
This is my undoing.
“Oh God,yes, Raph, please!” she moaned, her voice raw with need. “I want it. I want you to mark me, to make me yours. Don’t stop… please, don’t stop.”
She bit her lip, stifling a scream as his fingers brushed higher, spreading her wetness around her throbbing core, a silent confession of her desire.
“You’re mine, Camelia.” His voice was thick with hunger as his fingers teased her slowly and deliberately. “You defy me because you crave this. You crave me owning you like this. Say it, my little flower. Tell me how badly you need me inside you.”
She whimpered, her hips rocking and arching instinctively towards his touch.
“Raph, I need you.” Her voice broke between her gasps. “I need you inside me! I need your hands on me. Make me yours.”
I’m begging, shamelessly, but I can’t stop.
Camelia’s hips moved uncontrollably as she rubbed herself against his fingers. Raph leaned closer to her, his lips brushing her ear, his fingers circling with maddening precision.
“Beg all you want, Duchess,” he whispered darkly. “But you’ll earn your release. Tell me you’ll obey me next time. Promise me you’ll follow my rules, or I’ll tease you until you’re sobbing for mercy.”
Her body was teetering on the edge. “I… I’ll try to obey you,” she managed, her voice a desperate plea.
I want to defy him again, to feel this fire.
Her pleasure rose dangerously high. “Please, Raph, I’ll do anything. Touch me deeper. I need more. I’m yours. I’m all yours.”
“Try?” he growled, his fingers slowing, teasing her to the brink of madness. “Not good enough.” He delivered another slap, this one to her opposite cheek. The sting pushed her closer to the edge. “Say it, Camelia. You’ll follow my rules. You’ll submit to me, body and soul. Beg for it.”
Her moans filled the kitchen, her body arching as waves of pleasure built under his touch.
“Yes! Oh God, yes! I’ll obey. I’ll submit,” she cried, her voice raw. “Please!”
