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Another reason it’s different is because, where last time Doc could barely even look at me during the flight, this time around he didn’t take his eyes off me for the entire journey. I’m not sure if he thinks I’m going to run from him or if he’s still trying to remind himself that I’m okay, but either way, I don’t hate it. I enjoy the promise in his eyes more than I should, especially because he’s repeatedly reminded me of the punishment I’m owed for the last week.
We stayed in Boston for Nathan’s funeral, and Storm helped the Hayes brothers find their feet to prevent the city from descending into chaos after the deaths of two of its leaders.
I never asked what happened to Spade, and I’m comfortable assuming he’s very much dead.
I’m glad I could be around for Bryant and his brothers when they needed it, but I’m glad I won’t have to deal with Doc glaring at them like they’re about to lose a hand every time they touch me.
Doc unlocks the apartment door and carries our bags through into the living room. We had to buy new stuff, seeing as I only took a backpack with me and he didn’t bother packing at all in his hurry to get to me.
My heart aches at what I’ve put him through. I hate that he was worried about me, that I caused him pain. If I could go back and do it differently, I would. But I wasn’t thinking. I was too focused on getting Bree and my dad back that I didn’t stop to think it through.
He drops the bags by our bedroom door and turns back to me, his brows pulled together when he finds me still standing by the front door. “You okay, spitfire?”
“Punish me,” I whisper, hoping my voice doesn’t break under the pressure of the words.
Doc’s brows rise, and a smirk appears across his face. “Did you just ask me to punish you, spitfire?”
I nod. “I think…I think it will help with the guilt.”
He prowls toward me, his pupils blown wide as he approaches me. He grasps my hips and deposits me on his shoulder, tearing a scream from my throat. “Already screaming for me, and I haven’t even touched you.” He chuckles. “By the time I’m done with you, you’re going to have long lost your voice.”
“Promises, promises,” I taunt.
Doc deposits me in the middle of the bed and immediately reaches for the hem of my dress, dragging it up and over my head so I’m sitting in front of him in nothing but the matching bra and panties he threatened to tear off me when I was getting dressed this morning. The emerald green is the perfect match tomy skin tone, and I bought it knowing full well he was going to lose his mind when he saw me in it.
His eyes peruse my body hungrily for long moments before he crosses the room to the closet. He drops to his knees and riffles around in the corner before returning with two sets of cuffs and a spreader bar.
My mouth drops open at the sight. How the hell didn’t I know those were in there? And what else has he got in there?
An amused smirk plays on his lips as he makes quick work of attaching my wrists to the headboard and my ankles to the bar, extending it almost to the point of pain. “Is this okay?” he asks quietly, making sure the cuffs aren’t too tight before releasing my hands.
I give him a small smile and nod, my heart exploding in my chest. This is why I fell in love with him. Because even though I’ll always feel safe in Doc’s hands, he still makes sure I know he’ll never do anything to hurt me.
Doc stands at the end of the bed as he surveys his handy work before he drops a hand to the bulge in the front of his pants, giving it a hard squeeze.
The whimper that escapes from my throat is desperate and needy, but I’m past caring. Doc knows I want him. He knows I’m always aching for him, and it’s hardly going to come as a surprise that I’m craving him now.
“You’re a long way from getting this, spitfire.” He reaches behind himself and tugs his shirt over his head, revealing his lean muscles and the artwork I’ve spent way too many hours staring at. The intricate lines are almost as addictive to look at as the man they belong to.
His pants are next as he shoves them down and kicks them across the room, leaving him in just a pair of boxer briefs.
I shift on the bed, wishing I could rub my thighs together to give myself even a second of relief, but he’s got me like this for a reason, and he’s not going to give in until I’m panting for him.
“Is your cunt aching for me, Isla?”
“Yes,” I murmur.
“Mm, I can’t wait to hear how pretty you beg for my cock.” He places a knee on the bed and then the other as he prowls toward me. “Or maybe you won’t get it at all. Maybe I’ll fuck that pretty mouth and leave you desperate.”
“Doc,” I whine.
“Or perhaps it’s time I take your perfect ass,” he muses as he settles his weight over me, his hard length pressing into my belly through his boxers. “Do you think you could come while I fuck your ass, spitfire? If you’re good and come for me from just that, maybe then I’ll play with your pretty pussy.”
“Oh god,” I murmur, knowing his threats are rarely just that, they’re almost always a promise.
“What have I told you about saying the names of other men in the bedroom, Isla?” he growls and grips my face in one of his huge hands, tightening his hold until my mouth pops open from the pressure. He presses two fingers against my tongue and pushes them deeper. “Suck.”
I close my lips around his fingers and hold his eyes as I do just that. I suck them like they’re his cock and I’m desperate for his cum, and his eyes flare with need.
