“Yes, sir,” she purred.
“I see you haven’t forgotten about me,” he whispered in a husky tone.
Sophia tilted her head, darting her tongue around his lips. “There is no way I could ever forget what we shared.”
“Come with me. We need to begin where we left off. Punishment before pleasure.”
“But I’ve been a very good girl.”
He chuckled and issued a swath of hot air across her cheek and neck, making subtle yet intense animal sounds. “You will always be the perfect bad girl, a woman in search of the right answers.”
“And that makes me a bad girl?”
“Very, but we can take care of that.”
The darkness in his eyes shifted, becoming more playful. He gripped her hand, pulling her up a set of stairs.
Every cell had been reignited, the electricity they shared soaring. She was breathless, unable to imagine anything other than being here with him. The moment he led her inside, she jerked at his clothing, yanking up his shirt.
“You are hungry,” he breathed and slid the straps of her dress down her arms, allowing his fingers to dance across, lightly touching her breasts.
Shivering, she let out a strangled moan. “Famished.” She slipped her hands under his shirt, caressing his heated skin, the touch sizzling her senses. Lowering her head, she peppered a series of kisses on his chest, her fingers tingling from the action.
“Such a tease,” he muttered and unzipped her dress, peeling away the edges.
Stepping back, she swayed her hips back and forth as she slowly lowered the bodice.
“Undress,” he commanded.
“And what if I don’t?”
“Then your spanking is going to be that much worse.”
She cocked her head, pouting her lips then allowed the dress to fall. Standing only in her heels and a G-string, she covered her breasts.
“I’ve seen every inch of you, baby, so you can hide nothing from me,” Pierre said then issued a series of growls. “I need your panties.”
“Why?”
“Because I commanded you to give them to me.” He beckoned with his hand, widening his stance as he locked eyes with hers.
She’d never seen him this playful, although she had a feeling his demeanor was only temporary. She slipped two fingers under the elastic, wiggling her hips as she slowly lowered the thin lace.
“Jesus. I’ve wanted you more than you could know.” His tone was husky, almost inaudible. He jerked the shirt from the back collar, dragging it over his head and tossing.
“You have, huh?” She balled the panties in her hand, holding out her arm as she inched closer. “Whatever are you going to do with these?”
“Anything I damn well please. Remember, sweetheart, I own you. Are you ready for that hard spanking?” He slipped the panties into his pocket, giving her a heated smile.
“Do I need one?”
“Without a doubt. All women do.”
“I told you before, I’m not most women.”
“But my woman will receive discipline when and if I desire,” he stated, shaking his head.
Distracting him, she rubbed her hands up and down his chest, finally grabbing his belt buckle and tugging.
