Page 96 of Peaches & Pistols

“You’re…a…naughty girl,” I pant, lowering Mia to her feet and backing her up against the door.

“Are you going to punish me?” she taunts back. Sex Kitten Mia is new, and I pounce at my opportunity to play.

“Is that what you want, sweet girl? You want me to punish you for running away from me?” Her scent is intoxicating as I drag my nose down the column of her neck.

“Yes, sir.” Fuuuuuck.

“Get in the fucking truck.” I nip her neck, earning a sharp gasp.

I fumble behind her tight ass to open the truck door and lift her into her seat like a ragdoll, fastening her seatbelt and slamming the door.

Jogging around the cab my mind races. Did I scare her? Was that too aggressive?

I get my answer as soon as I’m in the truck with her—chest heaving, deep blue eyes bleed black from lust, the small space filled with the scent of her arousal.

“Are you going to take me home or are you going to stare at me all night?” she teases.

“Oh, you’re getting punished, honey. Just not the way you think.”

The drive home is painful, because I don’t reach out to touch her, not once. It may be punishing me more than it’s punishing her.

It’s moments like this I despise having such a narrow, steep, outdoor stairway to the apartment. Because I can’t carry her. Or chase her. Or pinch her tight little ass so she doesn’t fall.

The second we’re through the door, all bets are off. She’s pulling her dress over her head before I get the deadbolt locked.

Standing before me in a nude bra and panty set and brown cowboy booties, I swear this is a dream come true because she doesn’t wait for me to get my shit together. She takes the few steps towards me and feverishly tears at my clothes.

My pearl-snap is wrenched down my arms, and her delicate fingers work at my belt buckle. Who am I to stop her when she’s so determined?

Piece by piece, she strips me, until my boots get in the way because she can’t get my jeans off over them. I take mercy on her and finish undressing myself. While I’m crouched down removing my boots, I remove hers as well.

Her silken skin is too pure for hands as dirty as mine, but I run them up and down her calves anyway. Left in only our underwear, it’s time to start her punishment.

“I want you naked, laying spreadeagled on our bed by the time I lock up the house,” I order, positive she’ll obey. Not because she fears me, but because she wants to please me.

Entering our bedroom, the bedside lamps are the only light, and that suits me just fine. I prefer to see every inch of her clearly but tonight isn’t about sight. It’s about sensation.

I slip my underwear off and her mouth drops open—one of the best compliments a man can receive.

“Why am I on my back, sir? I thought you were going to punish me.,” she teases.

And fucking hell, do I want to redden that ass before I claim it, but not tonight.

“Oh, I’m gonna punish you, honey.” I climb onto the bed and take my place kneeling between her widespread legs, my eyes feasting on her perfect pussy.

“Have you heard of edging, Mia?” I ask, running my hands up and down her inner thighs, spreading her wider for me.

“No, sir.”

“Do you want to be my good girl?”

“Yes, sir.” She nods frantically, her golden hair spilling across the pillows.

“Tonight I’m going to prove something to you, my love.”

I lean forward, one hand planted by her head to support my weight, the other tightly gripping her soft cheeks.

“I’m going to prove I’ll never hurt you.”