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I fucking need it.
Shit! Is that his plan?
He did say he would make me beg for it.
The internal argument about fucking this man is consuming me. It is nearly the only thing I think about.
It’s wrong.
I know it’s wrong.
But it’s good…so fucking good.
If I am going to be stuck here, is it wrong to allow myself the indulgence of this gorgeous man pleasuring me?
It’s just sex.
He thinks owns me.
I’ll let him use my body, because I do enjoy what I get from it in return. But my body is all he will own of me.
ChapterSeventeen
Lorenzo
“Punishment comes in many forms,” I call back to her as I walk from the bathroom, “I expect you downstairs promptly at seven.”
I have always considered myself to be a bit of a sadist – inflicting pain on others my kink. The way skin bruises when sucked hard. Watching skin turn red from being paddled. The sensation of sinking my teeth into a woman’s flesh. That is what makes sex exciting for me – what I needed to make it exciting.
Until her. Until Ava. I enjoy inflicting pain and punishing her. She is different than the other women, because she also thoroughly enjoys the pain. Receiving it turns her on, just like inflicting it does to me.
Yet, the pain is merely an appetizer to the joy that is the meal of her coming fucking undone. Watching her come does things to me I did not know were possible. Pleasuring her is as exciting as punishing her.
She is going to be my undoing.
Heading to my room to change out of my damp clothes, I opt to take a much-needed, quick, cold shower myself.
After dressing, I head downstairs and straight to the study to pour myself two-fingers of bourbon. Sipping on the warm liquid, I am caught off-guard at the site of Ava walking down the stairs.
The items I had laid out for her were nothing more than just a simple, flowy summer dress. Yet it is anything but simple on her. The low neck shows off just the right amount of cleavage, while the rest of the dress delicately dances along her skin, giving a subtle glimpse at the curves beneath it. Her makeup is light, but she is naturally beautiful without it. Her blond hair is swept into a loose braid falling over her shoulder. She is absolutely stunning.
Reaching the landing, she heads straight for me.
“I’m pleased to see that not only are you on time, you are early.”
Her delicate hand takes the glass of bourbon from me before downing the last of it in a single gulp.
"Spicy," she grins and hands the glass back to me, “Another?”
“I do not like my women sloppy, Ava.”
“Well,” her finger drags across my chest as she begins to walk towards the study, “I guess it’s a good thing I’m not your woman then.”
Fucking bewildered at her sudden increase in audacity, I stand in the hallway for a moment shaking my head at my now empty glass. By the time I enter the study, she has ice in a glass and is pouring herself a solid four-fingers.
Stepping flush against her back, “But you are,” my words deep as I pour half of her drink into my glass before pulling her from the bar.
Rolling her eyes, she follows behind me.
