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“Oh, God...” she moaned.
“Are you still touching yourself?”
“Yes.”
“Don’t you dare bring yourself off. Your orgasms are mine.”
Her answering whimper had me up and out of my side of the booth, tearing open the curtain that hid her with no warning. There she was, legs splayed, white cotton knickers pulled to the side, fingers working her clit, lip caught between her teeth.
Petulant.
Perfect.
Mine.
“If you come, so help me, you will regret it.”
She smirked. “Doubtful. I never regret an orgasm.”
I took that as the challenge it was, knowing I had her beat before the words left my lips. “I won’t let myself inside you for a month.”
Her hand stopped, and she pouted, the look on her face making me warm to her.
“Is it my cock you’re wanting, or quick release?”
“Your cock.”
“Then get up. If you can prove your restraint, if you can take my punishment without coming, I’ll give it to you.”
She stood, her knees wobbling, knickers still firmly in place and begging to be ripped free of her hips. I ignored my need to give her what she wanted and strode to the chair, gripping it so hard the wood creaked as I brought it close.
“You want me to sit?”
I smirked. “No, I’ll be doing the sitting.”
Her eyes widened as she realized what I’d intended.
“That’s right, Miss Fallon. I’m going to spank you. And then, if you prove yourself, I’m going to fuck you.”
She blinked, her lips parting on a soft gasp. “I’m going to hold you to that, Father.”
“Earn it, and you won’t have to. I’ll give it to you willingly. I’m nothing if not a man of my word.”
Settling on the padded chair, I spread my thighs and cocked one brow at the woman who owned me. “Bend over my lap. You’ve a punishment to receive.”
Fuck, I could see her nipples pressing against the thin white shirt. I wanted her naked and writhing. Moaning my name.
She knelt and bent over my thighs, those supple mounds nestling my rigid length as she arched her back. I ran my hand over the curve of her sweet arse, roughly tugging down the offending scrap of cotton.
“Spread your legs, Miss Fallon.”
She let out a muffled whimper and obeyed. “Yes, Father Gallagher.”
I spanked her. One hard, swift slap. “Caleb.”
“W-what?”
I slid my fingers down her slick seam. “Need I remind you, Miss Fallon? Youwillcall me Caleb when my hands are on you.”
