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Maybe he wouldn’t punish me after all.
Maybe he’d drag me to his desk, bend me over, and fuck me until I couldn’t walk straight for a month.
That sounded a shit-ton better than sitting on a pillow for a week.
Eyeing the erection tenting his jeans, I licked my lips and flashed him a coy smile.
“Like what you see?” I taunted, rubbing my thighs together to alleviate the ache of my swollen clit.
Inching in closer, he cupped my heavy breasts and scraped his thumb over each stony peak. I sucked in a gasp and moaned as tremors skipped through me.
“No, pet,” he murmured. “I love it.”
Dipping his head, Mika opened his mouth and engulfed my right breast before viciously sinking his teeth into my pale flesh.
Pain like lightning streaked through me.
Clutching his steely, bronze biceps, I tossed my head back and shrieked.
As Mika laved his tongue over the blazing bite to ease the fire, I knew—based on this little precursor—he wouldn’t go easy on me. A fact driven home further when he lifted his head, pinned me with a stern glare, and smirked.
“Trust me, pet. I’d rather punish you with my cock,” he assured as if reading my mind. “But your unruly behavior will be paid in pain.”
Like smoke on the wind, all hope of sexing my way out of his punishment vanished.
When he extended his hand, I placed my fingers in his palm and started toward his desk.
But Mika stayed me, and furrowed his brows. “What are you doing, Julianna?”
“Bending over your desk so you can—”
“No, pet. You’re not getting off that easily.” He scowled. “Since you disregarded my authority in front of everyone in the dungeon, you’ll take your punishment in front of them as well.”
Lovely!
Not only would I have to apologize to Elliott, but the lecherous bastard would get to watch me get punished for nearly knocking his lights out, and he’d probably enjoy the hell out of it.
Asshole.
As I bent to retrieve my dress and shoes, Mika shook his head. “Leave them.”
“What do you mean, leave them? You’re not taking me to the dungeon naked, are you?”
“As the day you were born, slave.”
As Mika turned and radioed Dalton to come up and take over monitoring the security feeds, panic crested through me.
Though nudity was common in the dungeon, Mika always possessively shielded me with his muscular body when we scened in the club. He’d even drape a blanket over my shoulders when our session was through, before uncuffing me from the equipment. When I had asked him why he went to such great lengths to hide me, he said, ‘I don’t like others gawking at what’s mine.’
The fact he was willing to let the members gawk all they wanted made my heart sink. I’d done a lot more than challenge his authority and disappoint him; I’d subconsciously ripped my submission from Mika’s hands.
While guilt and shame were flooding my veins, Dalton stepped through the door. After a brief and surprised double-take of me in my birthday suit, the big, tattooed Dom schooled his expression and respectfully averted his gaze toward my Master.
“Thanks for taking over for me,” Mika murmured.
“No problem, boss,” Sir Ink assured. Keeping his back to me, he slid into the chair in front of the monitors.
I was grateful for the modicum of modesty he granted, but knew it would be short-lived. As soon as Master and I entered the dungeon, all eyes would be on me…or rather, on my naked flesh.
