Page 23 of Dirty Ink

“I think you need to be punished.”

I stopped my struggling. Stopped my fighting. “Punished?”

His eyes flashed wickedly. “So you remember who’s in charge…” He backed up, tugging his jacket off as he did, his eyes never leaving mine. “Don’t move.”

I felt the loss of him instantly and reached for him out of instinct.

“I said. Don’t. Move.”

The force of his words was like a blow and I fell back against the wall.

He glared at the spot above my head. At the spot where he’d pinned my hands.

I lifted my hands automatically and placed them back above my head.

That earned me a half smile. “Good girl.”

My knees shook as his praise caressed me like actual touch.

“I can be a good girl,” I whispered.

His gaze took in my bare legs, my breasts fallen obscenely out of my top scrunched around my waist, clinging to the wall like a doll. He watched me, just out of reach, as he undid the buttons of his shirt and shrugged it off his shoulders, revealing a body like art. There were eagles, mermaids, wooden ships crashing against rocks, and a snake curling around a skull with roses for eyes, all in bold block colours. I wanted to lick each one. To see how he tasted.

He reached for his belt, the clinking noise sending shivers and a single bolt of fear down my spine.

“Wh-what are you going to do to me?” I asked.

He slid the belt out of the loops. “I promise it won’t hur—” He broke off with a deep chuckle. “No, I can’t promise that. I promise you’ll like it.”

He stepped up to me, the size of his shoulders, the sheer heat rolling off him crowded me. He slid the belt around my wrists, looping them around until he was able to belt it up, the leather cutting into my skin in such a glorious way. Then he stepped back to admire what he’d done.

I tried to lower my hands but—

I couldn’t. They were stuck on something. I glanced up to find he’d hooked part of the belt into one of the hooks that once held up a fan. It was easy enough for me to lift the belt off. But I soon realised that it wasn’t meant to restrain me, but to give me something to rest my arms against.

I sucked in a breath as he moved into my space again, his whiskey breath warming my forehead.

“Until I say so, you’re going to do nothing but watch,” he said, his voice thick, heavy. “You’re not going to move. You’re not going to touch me. You’re not going to touch yourself. Not your clit. Not your perfect little nipples. You’re not even going to bite into that bottom lip of yours…”

I whined as he sank his teeth into my bottom lip to make a point. Hissed as he sucked a nipple into his mouth before he sank to his knees. Moaned as he flicked his tongue across the wet lace of my thong.

Mason grabbed the thin waistband with his teeth and dragged my thong over my hips. I grabbed at the wall, my nails scratching at the plaster. I arched my back as I yearned for more. I looked down between my breasts to see Mason grinning around a mouthful of my thong. Before he let it drop to the ground around my ankles. I stood there practically naked, the cold lonely air like a cruel sting against my aching pussy.

“And you,” he said, “are not going to come.”

What?

The first lap of his tongue caressed my clit, causing my body to jerk like he’d electrocuted me.

“Spread them,” he growled into my folds.

I stepped apart on shaking legs.

“Wider.”

I did as he asked, my ankles threatening to give way as I stood as wide as I could in my stilettos.

“Good girl.”

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