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“Only one way to find out,” Camden tells me, his maddening, roaming hand still softly, slowly tracing my skin.
He’s attempting to drive me to madness, and he may just succeed.
ChapterFifty-Nine
How beautiful she is, the princess bound in my lounge. I could watch her all day.
“So, if I say hi to you when we cross paths next week, you’ll be nice to me on Friday?”She knits her brows, trying to understand where she stands.
I only smirk.
“I’m not going to intrude when you’re hanging out with your crowd and yourgirlfriend.” Morgan practically spits the last word. “Kimberly hates me.”
I shake my head, half amused, half gratified. I’ve let her stew over Kim for long enough, so I say, “You’re incredibly jealous of my cousin.”
“Yourcousin?” she echoes, visibly shocked.
No wonder, given how Kim clung to me in the last weeks.
“She doesn’t look anything like you.”
“Nor do Roman and Rhys,” I point out. “We’re still related.”
Rhys is closer to me because of his coloring, though the dark hair is just about the only thing we have in common. With his lighter curls and his easy persona, Roman’s my opposite.Both are my first cousins all the same.
“Yeah, well, she lookslesslike you than them.”
I have to roll my eyes. “Her paternal grandfather is Haitian. Her being mixed race doesn’t change how genetics work. We’restillrelated.”
“Well, she doesn’tactlike your cousin, either,” Morgan rewords and this time, she’s right.
“We did fuck once,” I allow, wincing at the memory.
“You fucked your cousin?”
“Second cousin, once removed. And our thing wasbeforeI knew we were cousins. She’s not over it. I am, though. She’s not my girlfriend.” My lips tug up at the corner of my mouth. “And you’re definitely jealous.”
“Why would I be jealous?” She shrugs. “You can fuck whoever you’d like, and so can I.”
“We can,” I affirm. “And you’re jealous, because you don’t know your place in this relationship. You want to know labels past the girl Friday thing. Do I have a girlfriend? Do I like Skylar, or Kim, or anyone else more than you?” I lean in and cup her chin as I talk, challenging her to ask. To demand where she stands with me.
Morgan looks down, refusing to meet my gaze.My cock leaps at the first true sign of submission today.She might have accepted the notion of being punished, but I know she weighed the pros and cons and opted for the path of least resistance. But this? The way she lowers her gaze to her knees? That’s instinctive, unschooled.
“Are you ready for your punishment, Morgan?” I run my thumb on her lower lip.
An hour ago, she would have demanded to know why she needed to be punished, then pouted and argued.
Now she nods. I glance at the watch at my wrist and smile. Perfect timing. The guys will be back in the next fifteen minutes or so.
It pains me, but I undo the cuffs at her hands and ankles. As much as I loved having her helplessly locked into place, her punishment won’t be nearly as effective if she doesn’t have to willingly remain in position, against all instinct.
“Lie on your front, over the back hump,” I tell her, and she’s quick to comply.
Her perky little ass up in the air and her body draped on the curve of the chair, toward the floor, she’s in the perfect position for many delicious things.
I head over to the console against the wall, and retrieve a brand-new sleek black vibrating wand from the top drawer first. Looking at the array of toys in there, I opt to slide a couple of them in my pocket. I’ll decide what to do with them later.
Once back to Morgan, I lift her dress over her waist again, revealing her plump ass under those fucking cotton panties. This time, I slide the pink fabric down her legs before starting the device at the lowest setting.
