I step closer, my voice rising. “You what?”
“I saw it before I caught him cheating on me. It’s worth money, and heowesme at least that.”
Her words should alleviate the jealousy coursing through me, but I can’t focus on anything except that damn ring from another man gripped tightly in her hand like she’s still clinging to the relationship. I know she’s not, but tell my pride that.Good luck.
“Maisie, you have all of two seconds to get that ring out of my sight before I throw it out the window and then throw you over my knee and teach you a lesson with my palm.”
She smirks. “Sorry, cowboy, but I’m going to have to call your bluff. This ring could fetch me a pretty penny at the local pawn shop,” she coos.
I pull out my phone, transferring ten thousand dollars into her bank account. I had her added, since she’s been helping so much around the ranch. It’s way more than the ring is worth, but I would pay her five times that to get it out of my house. Perks of the mafia actually paying me a cut for my fights after a little pushback. I still somehow ‘owe’ them money, though.
Maisie’s phone dings in her pocket. She pulls it out and gasps when she reads the notification. I don’t give her a second to process before I’m snatching the ring from her and throwing it right in the disposal like I told her I would, where it fucking belongs. She’s thrown over my shoulder in the next minute, squealing as I make my way to the leather chair in the living room.
“Grayson, put me down,” she grunts, hitting my back.
“Not happening, honey. You’ve earned yourself a punishment, and it’s time to pay up.”
“Don’t you dare, Grayson Miles,” she threatens, huffing against my back.
“If you want to call the cowboy’s bluff, you gotta ride the punishment, baby.” I slide her down my front, slouching into the leather chair. Maisie tries to brush the hair from her face, but I stop her. “Nuh-uh, you don’t need to see for what’s about to happen.”
I grip her hips, drawing her onto my lap. She falls against me with a humph, a giggle following. I trail my hand down her spine, and I feel the shivers I cause under my touch.
“Gray,” she moans, leaning back into my palm, chasing my touch.
“This is a punishment, Mais. Don’t act like you love it so much,” I chuckle, feeling her thong through her flowy dress.
“Doesn’t seem like it to me,” she taunts, wiggling her ass in my lap. My dick strains painfully against my jeans.
“Such a brat,” I rasp. My hand finds her neck, and then I squeeze, shoving her forward so she’s laid flat across my lap sideways. She stays put like I knew she would. My girl loves to be dominated. I know I told her this would be a punishment, but I want her to enjoy it. This punishment is for teaching her who’s in charge. I’ll let her take the reins outside these walls, but in here, under my roof, I will be the only man she thinks about.
I drag my palm down her spine, squeezing her round ass cheeks, my fingers tingling at what’s to come. “If you’re going to even mutter another man's name under my roof, let alone bring his fucking ring in here, then I think a lesson’s in order, don’t you?”
I have her dress lifted over her ass, revealing herself to me. Her skin pebbles, and I trace my finger under the hem of her flirty red thong, as if she knew this was going to happen.
“Grayson,” she groans, squirming under my touch.
“Shhh, honey,” I rasp. “It’s time to train the brat out of you.”
“F-fuck,” she mutters, her fingers digging into my jeans to balance herself.
I dust my knuckles over her ass. “Do you trust me?” She nods against my leg. “If it gets to be too much,saddleis your safe word. Got it?” She nods jerkily. “Words, Maisie. I need words.”
“S-saddle. My safe word is saddle,” she whimpers, and I can tell she’s equally nervous and turned on.
“Good girl,” I praise before dropping a kiss to her ass, leaving a little bite behind. Her skin reddens so perfectly, and I can’t wait to see the mark my palm will make. “I will always be tender with your heart, but your body is mine to break.”
My palm connects with her left cheek, the smack ringing in the silence. I groan under my breath at the red handprint left behind and how her legs clench. Maisie’s whimper might just be my new ringtone.
“Still going to be a brat?” I ask.
“Yes,” she screams, burying her face against me, waiting for her punishment.
“Such a naughty girl,” I chuckle, bringing my palm down in the same spot. I can tell it’s extra tender when she flinches in my lap, but her body melts back into me immediately, and she begins to grind against my leg, seeking any kind of friction. “Ready to apologize yet?”
“Never,” she moans, shoving her ass up for more.
I massage the tender skin, chasing away the pain. “My girl has a pain kink, doesn’t she?” I growl, smacking her right cheek this time. “My dirty girl.”
