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I couldn’t linger in my penthouse much longer. I’d stayed with Samantha well into the morning, but after our intense scene yesterday, I wasn’t yet ready to part from her. If I didn’t have obligations, I wasn’t certain I’d choose to leave her side at all.
I didn’t like the distance between us now, the barrier of the bathroom door. She was taking longer than usual with her morning routine, and even the few extra minutes of separation set my teeth on edge. Her nearness soothed something inside me. So, I ordered her to return to me.
“Sirenita,” I called out. “Your breakfast is getting cold. Come.”
The door opened seconds later, and she obediently walked across the bedroom to join me where I sat on the edge of the mattress. Despite her easy compliance, tension stiffened her shoulders.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, concerned.
She made a little dismissive wave. “Nothing.”
Something sharp pierced my gut. “Don’t lie to me.” I grasped her wrist and tugged her toward me, settling her in my lap where she belonged.
Her eyes dropped, avoiding my gaze. She didn’t respond.
“Cosita?” I prompted, demanding her honest response.
Her gaze lifted to mine, no longer shutting me out. “I am a little upset this morning,” she admitted. “But I don’t want to talk about it.”
The pang in my gut intensified. I cupped her cheek in my hand and stared into her eyes, as though I could peer inside her mind and read her thoughts. “You don’t have any secrets from me.” I tried to command her, but I realized that I couldn’t force her to confide in me. It was up to her to choose whether or not she wanted to share with me, regardless of my wishes. I wouldn’t use cruel methods to extract her secrets as I might have done when I’d first captured her. I valued her trust too much to risk losing it.
Her brow wrinkled. “Please,” she whispered. “I don’t want to think about it right now.”
I frowned, considering her. I decided that as long as she wasn’t attempting to deceive me, I’d allow her a reprieve from questioning.
“You do have a very busy brain,” I acknowledged, pressing a kiss against her forehead to soothe her. “If your thoughts bother you, let me put them at ease.”
I could stay with her a little while longer to ensure she was content again before I left her alone for the day. If she needed a spanking and an orgasm to relax, I’d provide them for her.
I leaned in to capture her lips with mine.
She turned her face away. “Wait.”
I gripped her jaw, locking her in place for my kiss. “No. I know what’s best for you. You’re upset. I’m going to make you feel better.”
Her head tipped back slightly. “You can’t just kiss me and make everything okay,” she defied me, despite the way her body reacted.
Something hardened in my chest. “I can. But I don’t have to. I can distract you from your thoughts in other ways, if you don’t want me to kiss you.”
I shifted her on my lap, turning her away from me so her back pressed against my chest. I hooked her ankles around my calves and eased my legs apart, spreading her wide. She was naked against my suit-clad form, her creamy bare skin standing in stark contrast to the black material. This was exactly how I wanted her: stripped and on display for me, vulnerable to my desires.
My fingers tangled in her hair, and I tilted her head to the side so I could sink my teeth into her neck. My free hand explored her breasts, my palm rubbing her hard nipples.
Her harsh cry made my cock stiffen, and I growled against her flesh. When I released her from my bite, I ran my tongue over the little indentations I’d left in her skin. She’d have a mark there, and the idea of seeing the bruise when I returned to her in the evening made my arousal spike.
She moaned and tipped her head to the side, offering her throat to be ravaged. Instead of biting again, I trailed feather-light kisses along her neck, and her skin pebbled beneath my lips.
I released my hold on her hair so I could skim my hand down her waist and over her belly, making my way to her pussy as I continued to play with her breasts. Biting down on her neck again, I slapped her cunt.
She shrieked and writhed on my lap, but I held her fast with my teeth. Her squirming stimulated my hard cock, so I bit down harder and spanked her sex again. She whimpered and stilled, surrendering.
I resumed kissing her neck, the tender touch of my lips contrasting with the sharpness of my bite. I smacked her again, and this time, a wet sound accompanied the slap of my hand against her labia. She groaned, and her head dropped back on my shoulder as she melted.
“Are you still upset?” I murmured, my lips brushing the shell of her ear.
“What?” she asked faintly. “No. I’m not upset. I’m…” She trailed off when I traced a little teasing circle around her clit.
“Horny?” I finished for her. “Does your wet little pussy want to be filled after being spanked?”
