Page 56 of Taming Scarlet

He said nothing.

Which was somehow even more intimidating as he stabbed his finger into the remote button.

Long hard buzzes.

Short bursts.

Keeping my body and my climax on edge.

Julian stared down at me, gauging my reaction, never quite letting me get to that edge where I might slip and fall over, crash down into the orgasm my body was crying for.

He kept driving me close, then refusing to let me get relief.

“Please,” I begged, legs feeling shaky.

“You don’t deserve it,” Julian growled at me, pressing the button for longer spells, then just as my body was tensing to come, he backed off.

“I’m… sorry,” I panted.

“For what?”

“For trying to provoke you,” I said as he did tiny little pulses.

“For provoking me,” he corrected. “And, no, pet. You’re not sorry. But you will be.”

With that, he released my arms, and tucked the remote away.

“Go tell Leah that you aren’t feeling well, and you are going home, and that you will send Eric back to drive them home.”

“Okay,” I said, taking a few deep breaths.

“Excuse me?”

“Yes, sir,” I said in a small voice, my gaze slipping down.

“Good girl,” he said, waving out toward one of the stages where Leah was practically getting slapped in the face with a performer’s cock. “Now, go.”

I had no idea what kind of punishment lay ahead of me.

But I had a sneaking suspicion I was about to find out.

And likely, in a way I still didn’t understand, that I was going to like.

CHAPTER TEN

Julian

I was not a jealous man.

Even with women in the past, I wanted their respect and their submission, but I didn’t particularly care about who they spent their time with.

For me, this had always been a release, not necessarily an entire lifestyle. I used high protocols only for scenes. It wasn’t like me to expect anything from a woman outside of a scene.

Until Scarlet.

It could have been different simply because I was living with her, not just meeting up for some mutual relief.

I had a feeling it was more than that, though.

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