Page 43 of Taming Scarlet

The deep V of his Adonis belt that disappeared into the low-slung waistband of his pants, and pointed, I knew, to his cock.

His big, thick cock that I suddenly couldn’t stop thinking about.

In my mouth.

Touching the back of my throat.

How much I wanted that again.

But also to feel it slide inside me, stretch me, make me his.

“Come, pet,” he demanded, patting his lap. “No,” he said when I started to turn, to sit my ass there.

I turned back, then climbed over him, my body over his legs, my ass up.

His hand landed there as I settled on the couch, letting my shoulders and ankles finally relax as my face pressed into the couch cushions.

There was a long silence as we sat there.

“Your punishment is not over,” he informed me, but his tone was milder. Just giving me the facts. “You will be restrained until you can be trusted,” he added as his fingers started to trace over my bare ass, teasing over the skin he’d turned pink the night before.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.

Because, incredibly, I was.

Though it was for things he couldn’t possibly know about. Like how I’d been blaming him all day for things that I, clearly, wanted. Even if I didn’t understand it. Even if some part of me didn’twantto want it.

The spanking, the forced orgasm, the blowjob, and the bondage. It had all proved… cathartic. It had released things I hadn’t known I’d been holding onto.

And I felt… better.

I felt… lighter.

Less weighed down.

Less… empty.

“I know, pet,” he agreed. “But you have to earn back trust now,” he told me. “You’ve been too coddled,” he went on. “You need someone with a strong hand to teach you,” he added. “To behave. To submit. To feel,” he said, and those words were like a gut punch.

How could he have known that I needed that?

When I hadn’t even known myself?

“Alright,” he said, patting my ass almost playfully. “Let’s go to bed,” he said, and I lifted up and crawled off of him before getting to my feet.

I started to walk, but he caught up, grabbing the X of leather still connected to one of my wrists.

Then pulled me, led me like a dog, away from my room. And into his.

When he flicked the light on, my wide eyes moved around the room, seeing what he’d been doing all day while I’d been gone.

Setting up his room.

Spread across the dresser were various items. A belt. A flogger. A paddle. Beside that, several boxes of newly purchased… sex toys? A vibrator. Plugs. And something else next to a pair of panties.

Before I could wrap my head around that, though, he was pulling me to the bed.

I didn’t notice the straps until he was reaching for them.

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