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And then I’ll tell her no.
Punishment starts now.
I make no attempt to slip my hand inside her pants as she asked. Instead, I lessen the pressure of my palm against her clit while dragging my tongue up her neck toward her ear.
“If you want me to touch your pretty pussy, you’ve got to do better than that.”
Her breathing accelerates in time with the upward pulses of her hips, like she’s trying to chase the friction I’m denying her.
“You want me to beg?” she asks.
“I want you to do a lot of fucking things. But we can start with begging.”
A flicker of doubt comes to life in my chest. This is new to me, taunting a woman. Teasing her. Denying her what she wants.
But it feels right withthiswoman.
“I still need to earn you, don’t I?” Her sultry tone tells me she’s not objecting in the slightest, so I double down.
Pulling my hand from between her legs, I grip her chin and hover my lips an inch away. My eyes burn into hers. “You obviously care about others, but what you did to me was self-serving. That leaves me confused and unconvinced about us. So I need something… more from you.”
A breathy keening sound escapes her. “More?”
Her eyes flit from my eyes to my mouth repeatedly as she lifts her chin a fraction of an inch like she’s offering her lips to me.
But I deny her, holding her in place and moving my mouth closer. At the last second, I sneak the tip of my tongue out, lapping across the outside of her lips from the bottom to the top in a quick, teasing lick.
She shudders.
Eyes locked now, we grind against each other in a seductive dance. Not too hard or too fast. Just enough to heighten our desires. I’m holding back some because if I slam myself against her— or inside her— the way I want to, she’ll enjoy it too much.
“Yes. I want more from you, tiger. You need to be punished. You haven’t earned my fingers fucking your wet pussy yet. You haven’t earned my tongue on your clit or my cock in your tight hole. Have you?”
I have no idea what’s come over me. Someone call a priest.
But whatever demon has possessed me is making me harder than I’ve ever been.
Mia’s response will tell me whether I’ve gone too far. She’s either going to cuss me out or beg. And I know which one I want.
“You’re right. I haven’t.”
A frisson of relief wars with excitement deep inside me. “Haven’t what? Be specific.”
Her voice quavers. “I haven’t earned you yet.”
“Do you want me to punish you?”
A lump forms in my throat as I wait for her confirmation. Her consent.
Consent to fucking punish her.
Is this really happening? I’m terrified I’m going to wake up in a cold sweat and this will all have been a fever dream.
Without even a sliver of uncertainty, she boldly answers, “Yes. I want you to punish me.”
Fuck yes.
I loosen my grip on her chin, letting my hand fall down her chest to cup one full breast. “How should I punish you, Mia?”
