Page 97 of King of Temptation

Okay, knowing he didn’t have a specific reply in mind did help, at least a little. “Um. I–I guess I could have texted you. Or gone to find you.”

“Texting me or calling me would have been a much better choice. I even would have allowed for you bursting into my meeting with Killian. Anything that didn’t involve you chasing after a man who may or may not be a traitor to his own family.”

As he spoke, he moved his finger in and out of her bottom in a mimicry of what he had planned for later. Shame and pleasure battled inside her, and she was pretty sure her arousal had already coated the tops of her thighs.

“I was being safe!” She protested as he pushed deeper in, down to the last knuckle. “He didn’t even see me!”

Relief nearly made her knees weak when he pulled his finger from her bottom. But that relief only lasted about two seconds before she realized with horror he wasn’t done. A second finger joined the first, and it took every bit of willpower she had to stay put as he stretched her even further.

“What if he had seen you? Did you even take a single second to think about what might have happened? Did you have any kind of plan in place? A decent lie to tell him when he caught you?”

No. No, she hadn’t because all she’d been thinking about was getting the information she needed. That he needed.

“I was trying to do the right thing.” Her voice was thick with unshed tears, adding to her humiliation. “I just wanted to help.”

“The right thing does not include you putting yourself in harm’s way. Ever. Am I making myself crystal-fucking-clear right now, Marigold Jane?”

Both his fingers were buried inside her, the burning stretch almost more than she could bear. Unlike when he’d done this the first time, he hadn’t spent nearly as long helping her relax beforehand and the difference was painfully obvious.

Literally painful. Like really painful.

“Yes, yes, you’re making yourself perfectly clear! No more danger, I get it, I get it.”

“I hope for both our sakes you’re right.”

Brody

* * *

A good man probably wouldn’t be turned on by the sound of tears in a woman’s voice. Especially the woman he loved.

Brody O’Rourke had never claimed to be a good man.

His cock was straining against the soft fabric of his pants, and every time his little menace clenched around his fingers, he grew even more painfully hard. He couldn’t fucking wait to be buried inside her after he’d welted her ass.

As turned on as he was, however, this was still a punishment and his naughty girl still had plenty of lessons to learn.

With that in mind, he pulled his fingers from her ass and reached for the plug sitting on the desk. Her eyes tracked his movements and he didn’t miss the way her bottom lip trembled. Already, her eyes were glistening with tears and he hadn’t even spanked her yet.

Fucking adorable.

“Keep that bottom open nice and wide for me, menace.”

Because he was watching her so intently, he caught the flush in her cheeks at his command, as well as the way her nostrils flared ever so slightly in response. The spicy scent of her arousal already filled the air, and he could see it coating the insides of her thighs. Punishment or not, his babygirl was just as turned on as he was.

Could she be any more perfect?

Pressing the tip of the metal plug against her bottom hole, he gently fucked her with it. Short, shallow strokes meant to help her relax and let him in. He had every intention of making sure this punishment was a memorable one, but he didn’t want to cause her actual harm in the process.

Once she did relax a bit, he pushed the plug in deeper, earning him a pitiful little whine from the woman he had bent over his desk.

“Daddy it hurts. Take it out, please, I’ll be good forever and ever, I swear.”

“You don’t want me to take this plug out just yet, menace.”

“Why not?”

Irritation turned her tone sharp, but he didn’t call her on it. For the most part, she really was taking her punishment very well, and he couldn’t blame her for being a bit short-tempered under the circumstances.