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Chapter 15
DARREN
Past
Ican’t believe Bridget. Aside from my mother, I’ve never had to work so hard to convince a woman of anything. It’s crazy that I’m even involved with a woman like this, crazy that I want to fuck her brains out this much.
At first, she doesn’t respond to what I’ve just said, like her breath is caught in her throat. Her skin feels soft beneath my fingers, and I hold off on kissing her because I’m curious to hear what she has to say to the spanking.
It seems desire sparkles in her eyes, and when she speaks, her breath is ragged.
“You’re threatening me,” she states. “You ever heard of the phrase ‘you catch more flies with honey?’”
I envision her lying naked upon a table, honey dripping off her body.
“We can do that, too,” I murmur as I pass my thumb across her bottom lip.
“I just—I don’t want you to get the wrong impression about me,” she tries.
“What’s the ‘wrong impression?’”
“That I’m some gold-digger who can be bought by fancy trips to Thailand.”
I stare into her eyes intently. “You’re the opposite of a gold-digger—and that’s not any better.”
She’s taken aback. “How’s that?”
“You going to Thailand with me should be an easy, done deal. Think of it as a gift of a lifetime. Like you won the lotto or something. Accept it and appreciate it.”
“I do appreciate it.”
“Do you? Then why are you making it such a big deal?”
She looks hurt. Her lashes flutter. “I…”
“The money doesn’t mean shit to me, okay? Frankly, I don’t care if you are a gold-digger. I just want to be able to fuck you when I want, how I want, as hard as I want.”
With that, I finally smother her mouth with mine. If she had something to say, I don’t care anymore.
I dig into her mouth, pushing my tongue against hers, consuming what I can. She starts kissing back, which turns me on even more. Grabbing the back of her head, I manipulate her so I can take her at different angles. I kiss her harder, longer, deeper. Till she’s breathless.
“You know you came without permission yesterday,” I murmur over her lips.
“What?”
“With the wand last night, you didn’t ask to come.”
“Was I supposed to?”
“I said you always have to ask before you come.”
She furrows her brow, possibly in disagreement.
“You don’t remember me saying that?” I inquire.
“You did,” she acknowledges.
“So what do you want your punishment to be?”
