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We haven’t been in this house long, but I’ve already cried myself to sleep twice.
I’d hate for that to be the new normal, but I doubt this will be my life much longer. I have a lingering feeling through those text exchanges that Carter’s going to make quick work of leaving me, and it will all be for the woman who surpasses my similarity to Brooke Blackthorne.
I thought I proved myself before, but it’s clear now that it will never be enough for him.
Chapter Twelve
Carter
Isabella is abnormally standoffish tonight. She doesn’t want to look at me or talk to me, and I chalk it up to the fact that I promised punishment while we’re shopping. I know she hates that belt, but watching her squirm with the idea only turns me on more. She gets so wet when she’s hit with the belt, the feeling of her pussy tightening around my cock whenever I bring it into her sight adding to my pleasure.
I miss that feeling already, but as we peruse the furniture shop, she does everything in her power to avoid me like the plague. She turns into one room full of couches, the entire upper level nothing but living room furniture that she looks over without interest.
I’ve managed to keep this place open an extra hour or two so we can look through this stuff alone, but her diminished interest in anything has put a damper on our evening. She didn’t look at me in the car, and she hurries away from my side whenever she gets the chance.
I hold my hand out, catching the youthful man who holds out his clipboard, checking off every item that I want to be delivered. I’ve made a few offhand choices already, but Isabella hasn’t picked a single thing out. He stops with me, watching her walk around in a tight little skirt and a loose blouse without a bra. I know for a fact that she’s not wearing panties under that skirt, either.
I made sure she was well aware of what to put on when we left the house. Given her desire to be nowhere around me right now, I’d like to assume that she’s just uninterested in sex with me or receiving her punishment for earlier. I can’t pin down why that is.
She sucked my cock without needing to be prompted earlier. Now she’s acting like the mere thought of being near me is sickening.
“Give us this space,” I say, nudging the young man away.
His eyes crane up at me in bewilderment. “Sir?”
“I want to discuss a few things with my companion,” I breathe. “I need you to go.”
Eventually, he gets the point and walks away.
The entire room of couches is left for us now, and I intend to fuck her on every single one of them until she’ll look me in the eyes and tell me what’s wrong.
“Dove,” I call, watching her stagger to a standstill.
Coming up beside her, I drag my hand across the sore, red spot on her ass where my belt licked her backside this morning. She sinks into the massaging touch, but her eyes are still elsewhere while I walk around to face her fully.
“What’s going on?” I ask.
She shakes her head vehemently. “Nothing, Carter. Just looking at the—”
“Don’t lie to me. You’ve been avoiding me since this morning, and I want to know why.”
“No reason,” she assures me, though it’s hardly convincing. “I’m tired, Carter. I just don’t want to be here right now, that’s all.”
I nod slowly, my hand gnawing at her bare ass cheek under her flimsy skirt. “Fine. Pick a couch right now, and we can go.”
Her eyes light up. “Really? Just like that?”
“Yeah, just like that. Pick one.”
She looks around quickly, pointing to a black leather couch across the floor. I snatch her body into my arms, throwing her waist over my shoulder and carrying her to that couch. She elbows my spine, trying to steady herself, but it’s too late. As I walk, I draw her skirt over her ass, exposing her tight pussy to the cold air.
“What are you—”
“Shh,” I bite, shutting her up with two fingers that slide into her damp core.
“Ahh!”
“That’s not being quiet, dove.”
