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"If you weren’t, you wouldn’t have marched into this kitchen and gotten all hot under the collar because I was wearing someone else’s jersey."
Heat flushes my neck. "That’s different."
"Oh, and how about the time you saw me speaking with Denn— I mean, my ex, and you marched up to us and punched him. And that time the pap took a photo of—"
"Alright. I admit those are all times I lost my temper. A rarity."
"Except when it comes to me."
I blink.
"You seem to suffer from bouts of extreme emotion when it has anything to do with me."
"Because I know it turns you on when I do."
She opens and shuts her mouth. "Wow, so you’re blaming your inability to keep your composure on me?”
"Obviously."
She scowls. "And you're saying all this to rile me up?"
"I’m saying all this to let you know I haven’t forgotten what you did, and that you need to take your punishment."
"P-punishment?"
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My voice trembles, and my pussy quivers. All of my nerve-endings seem to spark. I glance toward the door, then back at him.
"Oh no, you don’t—" He clicks his tongue. "There’s no escape for you this time."
And the thought of that turns me on. Anything this man does turns me on, no surprise, but when he goes all hard and mean and threatens to make me pay for my mistakes, it makes me so horny, and I can’t understand why. Or maybe I do. Maybe he calls to that part of me that always wants to be in control. Maybe I’ve always been attracted to that dominance in a man. But he’s the first man I’ve met who’s strong enough to allow me to feel secure enough to know he's safe. Enough to drop the pretense I’m always in control and allow him to take over. Enough to reveal that hungry, needy part of me that wants him to take me in hand and make choices on my behalf.
Maybe he touches that part of me I don’t want to rein in, the part of me I’ve been forced to restrain because if I showed who I really was, I’d be punished. If I asked for what I really wanted, I’d be turned down. If I shared the real me, I’d be ridiculed and…
Yeeesh, I don’t need a therapist to tell me why I’m attracted to him. I’ve tried to control my life so far, and things haven’t worked out how I've wanted. He makes me feel secure enough to give up control… For the very first time. To trust in him to do with me as he wants, to challenge him enough so when he punishes me, I know he cares. A tear squeezes out from the corner of my eye.
His gaze widens, then he leans in, scoops up the tear with his thumb, and sucks on it.
"Why did you do that?" I whisper.
"Damned if I know." He cups my cheek. "You make me act in ways that surprise me."
"Me too."
"I’m not going to not punish you."
"I’m counting on you not, not to."
He surveys my features, then nods. "Turn around and hold onto the edge of the island."
“Only if you promise to make me come.”
It’s been two days since he told me I couldn’t come without his permission. The last two nights, he’s come to bed after I’ve fallen asleep, and woken and left for practice before I was up. If it weren’t for the mussed-up sheets on his side of the bed, I wouldn’t have known he’d come to bed, at all. I’m not ashamed to say, I buried my face in his pillow, drew in his scent, and tried to get myself off. But each time I try to rub out one, the alphahole’s command stops me.
Judging by the expression of satisfaction on his face, he knows it too. “I take it, you’re frustrated?”
I firm my lips.
