“Stop struggling and I won’t have to spank you. Or keep struggling and I’ll tie you up and have you at my mercy again. Actually, do the second one.”
Rolling my eyes, I reach down and smack his butt, hard. Kash freezes his steps and slides me down his body. I swear I can feel every muscle move as he lowers me back to my feet, his intense gaze never leaving mine. “Did you just spank me, baby?”
Crossing my arms over my chest, I tilt my chin up, meeting his gaze and throwing his own words back at him, “Damn right I did. Maybe you’ll stop being such a brat.”
Kash throws his head back and laughs loudly. Grabbing my chin,he holds it between his thumb and finger. “You going to teach me a lesson, Mila? My sweet, sunshine girl wants to correct mybehavior, does she?”
Opening the door to his bedroom—well,ourbedroom—Kash steps aside and holds it for me to pass. “After you.Princess.”
Heat pools in my stomach and I know I shouldn’t feed into this, but I can’t help it. Kash is always so in control when we’re intimate. The way he moves my body around, situating me how he wants… it’s sexy as hell, but now I get to return the favor. For once, I’m going to call the shots.
Following me into the bedroom, Kash leans against the doorway. “It’s your call, Sunshine. I’ll take anything you deem appropriate as a punishment for my behavior.”
“Because you’re sorry?”
“Hell no.” He shakes his head. “I’d do it all over again in a heartbeat, but maybe this will make me think about my actions.Maybe.”
Yeah. Not likely, but I’m willing to play along. Kash thrives on control and giving me instructions. I love his possessive side, and the way he can never stop touching me. Quickly undoing my hair, I let the strands fall loosely around my shoulders. Kash doesn’t say anything; he just watches my movements.
Peeling my shirt from my head, I toss it to the side and unbutton my pants. Kash moves forward and I put my hand up to stop him. “Nuh-uh,” I tut. “I didn’t tell you to move yet.”
Sliding my pants down, I quickly discard them as well. I watch Kash’s tense expression. His hands are clenched into fists at his side, like he’s restraining himself from touching me, like he needs to touch me but knows he can’t.Yet.
I take my time moving back to the bed. Once I’m situated, I slide my hands over my body. I’m hot all over, and even though I’m angry at him, I’m still aroused as hell.
Kash stands quietly, waiting for my command. “Strip for me.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He quickly tugs his shirt over his head, tossing it directly at me. Holding it up to my face, I feel the warmth of thematerial, his scent hitting me full force. Desire fills my veins, wetness flooding my panties. The heated look he sends my way gives me the courage to keep going. Shy Mila is gone, and in her place is a monster that he created.
Dropping his shirt, I gesture with my hands, then lean back. “Don’t forget your pants, Casanova.”
Wordlessly, Kash unbuttons his jeans and tugs them down his legs. When that damn thigh tattoo pops out, I almost say screw it and let him do what he wants instead, but I think he needs this too. Kash wants to see what I’m capable of. I’m not worried about him being bored of me anymore; I’m more worried I won’t ever be able to hold out.
As he hooks his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers, I hold my hand up. “Not yet.”
Quirking a brow, he doesn’t say anything but listens.
Moving my hands, I start at my hair, then slide them down my neck to my chest. Stopping at my breasts, I squeeze them through the lacy cups. A soft moan escapes me as I arch into my touch. Kash doesn’t miss the movement as his eyes flick down, then back to my face. My nipples press against my bra, silently demanding my attention next. I run my thumb across them, stopping to pinch them into stiff peaks.
Kash’s eyes remain completely focused on me. They’re dark and dangerous, like he could snap at any moment. Unclasping my bra, I quickly pull it away and let the cool air caress my skin. My nipples pucker, and I take a moment to run my hand under my breast, cupping it, tugging on the nipple.
“Does that feel good, baby? Pinch them a little harder. I know you can take it, Sweet Girl.”
It does feel good, but I’m moving at my own pace. Smirking at Kash, I continue my exploration down my stomach until I reach the top of my panties. They’re soaked; I can feel my arousal coating my legs, no doubt leaving a visible wet spot, my body begging me for more. I’m dying for his touch, but he deserves a bit of torture.Squeezing my thighs together for friction, Kash dips his head back and groans. “Fuck, Mila. You’re killing me.”
His erection is straining against his dark boxers, demanding to be set free. His hand reaches down to relieve some tension, but I stop him. “I didn’t say you could touch yourself. Now kneel.”
Tilting his head, Kash looks at me, his expression full of heat and promise. He has no idea what he did by giving me this. I’ve always been the shy girl, the one who would rather stay in the back or let someone else take the spotlight, but not right now. Now I have a sexy, tattooed man in front of me, hanging on my every word.
Dropping to his knees in front of me, his hands at his sides, Kash tips his chin in my direction. “Can I touch you, Mila? Can I taste you?”
Shaking my head, I slide my hand into my panties and begin to stroke myself. I drop my head back and give in to the pleasure coursing through me. Kash is kneeling in front of me, eyes trained on my movements as I stroke my pussy while he sits helplessly. It makes me feel bold.Powerful.Desired.
Adding a finger to my clit, I lift my hips. “Take my panties off,” I demand.
Kash quickly grabs my hip, bunching the fabric in his fist and yanking it forcefully. The fabric tears, and if I weren’t so turned on right now, I’d probably be mad, but I don’t care. As he pulls the scraps away, he presses it to his face and inhales my scent.
“Fuck, Mila. You smell so fucking good. Let me taste you.Please.”
