Relaxing against the pillows, my gaze drinks in her naked body. Aside from the thin red collar around her neck, she’s completely bare.
There’s only one thing that could make this view even better.
“Dance for me.” I lean back against the bed.
“What?” she scoffs.
“Do not use that tone with me, sweetheart,” I chide. “When I give you a command, you will obey it. Unless you’d like me to fetch my whips, of course. I have more than just that riding crop. I’d be happy to show you my collection.”
She swallows and averts her gaze. She’s so fucking pretty when she does that.
“Dance for me.” I’m close to begging.
To my surprise, she finally does what she’s told.
Lifting her slender arms, she points her foot and begins to dance. It’s like someone is squeezing my heart. With every step, I feel it pounding, desperate to become hers. Her hips sway to silent music, moonlight caressing the soft curves of her figure. It makes the already intense tightening in my hips painful.
I understand now why Sol insists on keeping his daughters hidden away in his palace.
I know men who’d kill for a sight like this. I’d murder an entire kingdom to make Dahlia mine.
“Come here,” I say when I can’t take it anymore.
She stops dancing to look over her shoulder. “Is my dancing not to your liking,my lord?” Sarcasm drips in her tone.
I arch a brow. “Final warning, my darling. Unless you want me to make your pretty arse rosy again.”
Frowning, she paces over to me. “Yes, Lord Tauren?” Her sarcasm is gone.
“That’s better.” I grin, then pat the space beside me. “Join me.”
After a beat of silence, she crawls onto the bed, sitting down with her arms folded. Ignoring her scowl, I pull her by her ankle, and she falls onto her back with a surprised squeak.
“You’re a pretty dancer.” I crawl over her, nuzzling her neck. “I want to see you dancing more.” My hand drops to her belly, sliding lower as she arches her back.
“Do I even have a choice?” she whispers.
“Sweetheart, you always have a choice.” I kiss her neck, pushing two fingers inside of her. “You can be good and I will reward you with whatever your pretty heart desires or…” my voice lowers, “you can be bad and I will punish you until you learn to be the good girl I’m training you to be.”
“Hardly a choice,” she says, holding back a moan.
I pin her wrists together with one hand, swiping my thumb over her racing pulse. “Are you choosing to be punished?”
“No.” Her bratty tone vanishes.
I grin. “There’s my sweet princess.” I reward her by teasing her clit, stroking her gently with my thumb until she cries out.
Lowering myself to her ear, I whisper, “Say you forgive me, Dahlia.” I curl my fingers around her sweet spot. “Say you forgive me and I’ll make you feel so good.”
“No,” she moans.
“Say it, my love.” I press my lips against her throat, sucking until she gasps. “Tell me you’ll at least think about it.”
“Fine.” She squirms. “I’ll… I’ll think about it.”
“And you’ll stop ignoring me.” I slide in and out of her faster, pressing on her clit. “Say it.”
“Yes. I’ll stop,” she moans. “Just keep… ah!” I kiss her deeply as she comes. My tongue captures hers, lapping up her taste. Moans dance up her throat and I swallow every one.
