Hatred fills her dark eyes, along with embarrassment, lust, and something else that makes me want to take her back to my bedchamber and keep her there for a very long time.
“Stop,” I command just before she tips herself over the edge.
Her hand falls away, chest heaving. “You’re a monster.”
I grin. “Tell me something I don’t know.” Inching closer, my fingers graze her calf, sliding up towards her thigh. “You shouldn’t have hit me, sweetheart. Hitting isn’t nice.”
“Says the demon who whipped me last night.” There’s anger in her tone, but her lower lip is trembling. I can’t stop staring at it. Fucking pretty lips.
“Yes, but you liked that, remember?” Tearing my gaze away, I meet her fearful eyes. “I seem to recall you coming quite loudly after I put the whip down. Or have you forgotten already?” The crimson on her cheeks tells me she hasn’t, but I keep pushing. “How you rocked your hips for me? How youmoaned?” I chuckle breathily. “Dirty little thing.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She tries to turn away, but I catch her chin. Tipping it towards me, I draw closer until we’re breaths apart.
“Shall I do it again?”
Her jaw tenses.
“Shall I throw you over my shoulder, carry you out of here in that flimsy slip of a gown you claim to love so much, and take you back to the stables so I can tie you up and whip you?”
My grin widens as she swallows.
“No?” I ask mockingly.
She shakes her head.
“You leave me no choice then,” I sigh, dropping my hands to her hips. “I’ll just have to punish you here.”
“What—” I scoop her up before she can argue. Twisting her body, I drop her over the armrest. She lands, bent over with a surprised squeak.
One of my hands slaps her arse while the other keeps her bent over the chair. “Stay just like that, my darling, and maybe I’ll let you come after.” She gasps as I flip her skirt up.
Fuck. I can’t hide my grin. “You dirty girl.” Just as I hoped, her rosy arse is bare for me. When we get home, I’m burning all the underwear I bought for her so she’s permanently ready like this.
My cock aches as I slide my hand over the curve. “Does it still hurt?” I squeeze, and she whimpers.
“Yes,” she rasps.
“Good,” I chuckle. Loosening my belt, I pull out my cock and fist it once in my hand. “Makes this all the more enjoyable for you then, little pain monster.”
“I am not—” Her words dissolve to moans when I spank her rear. I’m not doing it with my full-strength, just enough to make her feel a sting. She’s still sore, but I can tell from her moans she doesn’t want me to be gentle.
When I slap her again, she yelps. On the third strike, she arches her back, moaning.
“I fear you’re enjoying this too much, darling.” I squeeze her hips.
“Don’t you dare stop.”
My lips twitch. “This is supposed to be a punishment.”
“Then punish me,” she snarls.
I laugh darkly enough that her back shudders. “You’re going to regret asking me that.”
“Wait—” I cut her off by slapping her rear. Hard. She whimpers needily.
Before she can compose herself, I line up my cock with her pulsing entrance.
“Tauren, wait,” her moans turn to panic, “I’ve never?—”
