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“Are you really not going to punish me for running off without you?” I blurted out angrily. I don’t know why I was so irritated. He sat forward, folding his hands together and studying me intently without saying anything at all. I glanced at his hands and then back up to those stormy mahogany eyes of his that had been haunting my dreams for days.
He hadn’t fucked me since that night in the shower. He had kissed me and had teased me with soft feathery touches, but he’d withheld everything else.
Denial was a far worse punishment than a spanking, a piece of ginger, or anything else he could do to me. Honestly, I just wanted him to get it over with so I could move past it. I wanted things to go back to normal and I desperately wanted him to make me come.
“I’ve been waiting for you to ask, little girl,” he said softly. There was a dark undertone to his words that caught me off guard and I took a step back as instant regret slammed into me.
Fuck.
I swallowed hard. Was I doing the right thing? My heart started to pound and the distinct feeling that I’d just stepped straight into a bear trap bolted through me.
He pushed himself up to his feet and for some reason, he seemed taller. He towered over me, and I took another step back, but there was nowhere to run. The kitchen island butted up against my backside, and I whimpered quietly.
He didn’t make a move toward me. He gave no indication that he was going to give chase. Instead, he just stood there, gazing back at me with a heavy sigh.
“You put yourself at unnecessary risk, didn’t you, little girl?” he began.
My heart beat frantically while my mouth immediately turned dry. I gulped nervously, trying to swallow past what felt like a mass of cotton balls at the back of my throat. My backside tingled as I glanced back down at his hands and the very thick black leather belt around his waist.
“Yes, sir,” I breathed. I didn’t know if my voice actually made a sound because the blood surging through my skull drowned it out.
“Come here,” he commanded, gently but firmly.
Without thinking, I moved toward him. I reached for his hand, and he pulled me in close. His chest rose and I fell, and I could feel the gravity of emotion between us both.
“I could have lost you that day, but you know that, don’t you, baby girl?”
“I do, sir,” I answered, my voice wavering.
His finger slid beneath my chin as he lifted my eyes to his.
“I don’t want to ever feel like that again,” he said firmly.
“I know,” I whimpered.
“I’ve punished you before in front of my men, but this isn’t an issue that concerns them. This is between you and me, and it’s going to stay that way. My world is a dangerous one. I will never keep you from doing the things that you love, things that make you smile or laugh or feel accomplished. Ever,” he continued.
A part of me had always known that but hearing him say it made my heart swell with happiness anyway.
“I will, however, punish you for putting yourself at risk without consulting me first. The plan was to go into the warehouse together in a way where I could ensure your adequate protection and you went in by yourself without consulting me,” he scolded.
I dropped my head, awash with guilt and regret.
“What would have happened if Ronaldo hadn’t tipped me off and I hadn’t been there to rescue you?”
“The Russians would probably have raped and killed me,” I muttered, unable to take my eyes off the floor.
“What happens next is going to ensure that we never, ever need to have this discussion again,” he warned.
I shivered fearfully. My core clenched tightly and even amongst my fear of the unknown, I could feel my arousal rising unabated.
It was going to be difficult, but I knew I needed this. I needed the release. His hand cupped my cheek and I pressed against his palm, closing my eyes and just feeling the emotion that came with such a simple touch.
“Why am I doing this?” he asked softly.
“So I don’t put myself in danger like that again,” I whispered.
“More than that,” he pressed.
