Page 48 of Taming Scarlet

“Are you thinking about my cock?” I asked. “Here,” I added, thrusting. “Like this?” I asked, thrusting harder.

“Yes,” she cried, her hips rocking against my touch.

She was already so close.

“You haven’t earned my cock yet,” I told her as my other hand rose, closing around her throat, and pushing her against the shower wall. “But if you keep behaving, you can feel me just like this,” I told her, thrusting faster and harder, driving her up, her moans echoing off of the shower walls as she got closer and closer. “That’s it, pet,” I murmured. “Come for me like a good girl.”

And just like that, as if seeking my permission to do so, the orgasm slammed through her system, making her cry out and her legs go weak.

I moved inward, my body holding her up against the shower wall as I finger-fucked her through the orgasm, dragging it out, milking it for all it was worth.

She clung to me afterward, her breathing ragged, her heart hammering.

I slid my fingers out of her as she moved backward, then slipped my fingers into my mouth, needing to taste her, and finding her just as sweet as I’d been expecting.

“Get dressed, pet,” I said, moving out of the stall, drying myself off with my towel, then going to get dressed myself.

I made her the espresso, then brought it into her room, finding her standing at the mirror, swiping a mascara wand over her long lashes.

“Thank you,” she said, brows pinching as she looked down at the cup.

I gave her a nod as my hand went around her, finding the tuck of her towel, then loosening it, watching it fall away from her.

“Don’t hide from me,” I demanded, voice soft, and I was close enough to feel the little tremble that moved through her. “What are your plans today?” I asked.

“I… I can go?” she asked.

“You’re not in prison, pet,” I told her, unable to stop my hand from sliding around her hip. “You just can’t be sneaking away from me.”

“Okay. I, ah, I think I’m going out with Leona,” she said. “I haven’t, ah, checked my phone.”

If I wasn’t mistaken, this was likely the longest she had gone without looking at it in years. That phone was practically an extension of her arm.

“Just let me know,” I said, moving away from her to find her phone, then bring it to her.

“Thanks,” she said again. “I want to go get coffee,” she said.

“I figured. And you need to eat something,” I reminded her.

She picked at food, but she never ate nearly enough.

Her gaze found mine in the mirror, her lips twitching. “Let me guess… and drink some water?”

Pleased to see she still had a spark even after punishment, I smiled back as I reached up to snag some of her wet hair, and giving it a tug.

“Always,” I said, watching the fire spark in her eyes.

I wrapped her hair around my hand, giving it a harder tug that had her turning more toward me to ease the sting.

I watched her for a moment, seeing the anticipation build, then sealing my lips over hers.

Hard and deep, but moving away as soon as she started to melt into me.

I needed to get some control over myself.

Maybe it was good she had plans.

It would allow me some space to focus.

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