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looked up at his serious expression, unsure at that moment why he considered me lucky.
Nox’s hand covered mine, the one on his belt. “I was very close to using this on your ass.”
Even under the spray, my eyes widened as my heart rate skyrocketed.
He isn’t serious, is he?
He released my hand and caressed my cheek. “Oh, princess, I’m fucking serious.”
How does he do that?
“Keep working on that belt. I’ve decided there are other ways to punish you.”
My hands trembled as I continued working and asked, “Wasn’t that what this afternoon was about?”
When I lowered the zipper, his heavy erection sprung free between his muscular thighs. Saliva pooled over my tongue. Silently, I swallowed. With everything in me, I wanted to take him in my mouth. I would have, but he’d just told me not to touch him. My chest ached with indecision, unsure what he wanted or what I should do.
Nox opened the glass door, kicked off his shoes and threw his soaked shirt and slacks onto the floor. When he turned back around, my breath stuttered. The menacing gleam was back in his eyes.
“This afternoon?” he asked. “Princess, that’s a question. Something you’re not supposed to ask. Just to clarify, for the next year, I can punish you anytime I want for any reason.”
He reached for my hand and helped me stand. My high-heeled shoes slid on the wet tile.
Nox continued, “I can punish you simply because I want to watch that firm ass turn red.” He palmed my ass and pulled me closer. Even with the shoes on I had to look up. “But…” he continued, “…that’s not the current reason. Tonight I’m accumulating a long list of offenses, all equally deserving of punishment. Let’s start with that stupid stunt you pulled downstairs in the bar.”
I lifted my chin and straightened my spine. Granted, with the way my nipples stood at attention, I didn’t appear as convincing as I would have liked. “You called me a cheap prostitute . So that’s what I gave you.”
His head moved slowly from side to side as he backed me against the tile wall. “No.” His velvet tone rolled like thunder as he tweaked an erect nipple. “I. Said. You. Weren’t. Cheap. ”
I gasped as he leaned down and nipped the sensitive skin behind my ear. His long fingers painfully dug into my behind as his erection prodded my stomach.
Looking down at me, he said, “I paid a fortune for you. Princess, you’re the most expensive whore I’ve ever known.”
He spun my shoulders toward the wall as his words demeaned me. His actions were fast and rough, mixing pleasure with pain. But that wasn’t what I concentrated on. It was his voice, the way it reverberated through the humid air to my core. I listened to the sound and timbre—not the words—as he found the silver packet and my new punishment began.
THE LAST FEW days had been too much: my parents, Infidelity, and Nox—Mr. Demetri. By the time we made it to bed, I’d lost count of the number of times he’d taken me to detonation. Physically unable to do more, I surrendered to sleep, too tired and emotionally spent to endure more of Nox’s unique and not at all unpleasant punishment. He’d said it was all about him, how now it was my job to pleasure him, not the other way around.
That was what he said.
It wasn’t what he’d done.
My body responded to Nox Demetri in a way I couldn’t explain. With mere words or glances from him, I was putty, and he was the sculptor. Yes, he had his share of orgasms, but I’m most certain that if it were a contest, I would’ve won.
During the night, I woke and instinctively cuddled closer to his warmth. The woodsy scent of his cologne lingered on the pillowcases while the musk of our passion saturated the air. I hated that he considered things different, and at the same time, I was in heaven being back in his arms. He’d told me more than once that my little stunt—as he referred to it—was juvenile and stupid, and he was probably
Nox’s hand covered mine, the one on his belt. “I was very close to using this on your ass.”
Even under the spray, my eyes widened as my heart rate skyrocketed.
He isn’t serious, is he?
He released my hand and caressed my cheek. “Oh, princess, I’m fucking serious.”
How does he do that?
“Keep working on that belt. I’ve decided there are other ways to punish you.”
My hands trembled as I continued working and asked, “Wasn’t that what this afternoon was about?”
When I lowered the zipper, his heavy erection sprung free between his muscular thighs. Saliva pooled over my tongue. Silently, I swallowed. With everything in me, I wanted to take him in my mouth. I would have, but he’d just told me not to touch him. My chest ached with indecision, unsure what he wanted or what I should do.
Nox opened the glass door, kicked off his shoes and threw his soaked shirt and slacks onto the floor. When he turned back around, my breath stuttered. The menacing gleam was back in his eyes.
“This afternoon?” he asked. “Princess, that’s a question. Something you’re not supposed to ask. Just to clarify, for the next year, I can punish you anytime I want for any reason.”
He reached for my hand and helped me stand. My high-heeled shoes slid on the wet tile.
Nox continued, “I can punish you simply because I want to watch that firm ass turn red.” He palmed my ass and pulled me closer. Even with the shoes on I had to look up. “But…” he continued, “…that’s not the current reason. Tonight I’m accumulating a long list of offenses, all equally deserving of punishment. Let’s start with that stupid stunt you pulled downstairs in the bar.”
I lifted my chin and straightened my spine. Granted, with the way my nipples stood at attention, I didn’t appear as convincing as I would have liked. “You called me a cheap prostitute . So that’s what I gave you.”
His head moved slowly from side to side as he backed me against the tile wall. “No.” His velvet tone rolled like thunder as he tweaked an erect nipple. “I. Said. You. Weren’t. Cheap. ”
I gasped as he leaned down and nipped the sensitive skin behind my ear. His long fingers painfully dug into my behind as his erection prodded my stomach.
Looking down at me, he said, “I paid a fortune for you. Princess, you’re the most expensive whore I’ve ever known.”
He spun my shoulders toward the wall as his words demeaned me. His actions were fast and rough, mixing pleasure with pain. But that wasn’t what I concentrated on. It was his voice, the way it reverberated through the humid air to my core. I listened to the sound and timbre—not the words—as he found the silver packet and my new punishment began.
THE LAST FEW days had been too much: my parents, Infidelity, and Nox—Mr. Demetri. By the time we made it to bed, I’d lost count of the number of times he’d taken me to detonation. Physically unable to do more, I surrendered to sleep, too tired and emotionally spent to endure more of Nox’s unique and not at all unpleasant punishment. He’d said it was all about him, how now it was my job to pleasure him, not the other way around.
That was what he said.
It wasn’t what he’d done.
My body responded to Nox Demetri in a way I couldn’t explain. With mere words or glances from him, I was putty, and he was the sculptor. Yes, he had his share of orgasms, but I’m most certain that if it were a contest, I would’ve won.
During the night, I woke and instinctively cuddled closer to his warmth. The woodsy scent of his cologne lingered on the pillowcases while the musk of our passion saturated the air. I hated that he considered things different, and at the same time, I was in heaven being back in his arms. He’d told me more than once that my little stunt—as he referred to it—was juvenile and stupid, and he was probably
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