Page 60 of Taming Scarlet

And she thought I wasn’t appreciating that.

Like I hadn’t been half-hard every single fucking moment I was with her.

“You’re allowed to ask me for things, pet,” I told her, running my hands through her silky hair. “This doesn’t and should never just go one way.”

She was silent for a long time, and I pulled her over toward the couch, then lowered her down on my lap.

Waiting it out.

I knew she was looking for the courage to say something.

I had to let her figure out how to do that without prompting.

“Why aren’t we sleeping together?” she asked, voice a small whisper.

“Because you haven’t been ready,” I said.

To that, she finally looked up, shooting me such an exasperated look that I wanted to throw my head back and laugh.

“That’s not what I meant,” I said, smiling as I ran my hand over her skin.

I didn’t know what was in the tub of sweet-smelling body cream she slathered on every night and morning, but the shit made her skin the softest I’d ever felt.

“Trust me, pet, I can’t wait to bury my cock inside your perfect pussy. The thought fucking keeps me up at night.”

“Then why can’t we do it?” she asked.

“What I’m hearing is you are unsatisfied,” I said instead of answering.

“Well, the relentless teasing with the panties didn’t exactly help.”

“Edging,” I corrected, cock twitching at the thought of how she’d cried and begged for release.

She’d do that for my cock one day.

Just not quite yet.

“And it was punishment,” I reminded her. “It was meant to be uncomfortable.”

“Mission accomplished,” she grumbled, making a smile tug at my lips.

I got to my feet, making Scarlet squeal as she tried to get to her feet in time.

She managed, but it was useless, because I was already reaching for her, ducking down, and tossing her over my shoulder.

Another shriek escaped her as I stood up straight, slapping her bare ass once as I started walking us through the penthouse.

I dropped her down on my bed, reaching for the restraints, but readjusting them so that her arms and legs were spread wide on the mattress.

“No! Where are you going?” she cried when I turned to walk out of the room.

I didn’t answer her.

Better to keep the mystery alive.

Telling her that the dog wanted to go out wasn’t exactly going to fix the mood. Besides, making her wait like that was going to build the anticipation.

I wanted her aching again before I even touched her.

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