Page 84 of Taming Scarlet

I couldn’t have my girl walking around with other men thinking they had any right to her.

She was mine, case closed.

“Ow,” Scarlet whimpered, making my gaze shift up, finding her lower lip quivering a bit.

The part of me that was falling for her wanted to give her an out, wanted to offer her relief.

But I had to remember this was for her own good. And, therefore, for ours. She couldn’t be allowed to keep dangerous secrets.

“Julian?” she called, and I set my phone down, but didn’t move. “I’m ready to talk,” she said.

Then, frustrated, she yanked her arms, making the clamps tug.

“Sir, please,” she whimpered.

There was my girl.

I climbed off the bed, making my way to her.

“Do you have something to say to me?” I asked, standing in front of her, but not moving to pull off her blindfold.

“I should have told you,” she admitted.

“Yes, you should have.”

“I will tell you everything I know.”

“Yes, you will,” I agreed. “And you will go with me to file a report,” I told her.

“Okay.”

“Excuse me?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And, if deemed necessary, we will hire a private investigator to track this guy down.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Because we want the stalking to stop.”

“Yes, sir.”

“That’s my good girl,” I said, reaching to push the sleep mask up on her forehead. “Do you think you’ve been punished enough?” I asked.

“Yes, sir,” she whimpered.

“Maybe you deserve a reward for being a good girl, pet,” I said, reaching to remove each clamp, hearing her hiss in relief as the pain lessened. But blood would be rushing to the peaks right then, making them heat and throb, overly sensitive to even the slightest touch.

So when my finger brushed one, her whole body jolted.

I teased them for a few moments until I had her writhing and whimpering.

Only then did I lower myself down to my knees, pressing my face between her spread thighs, and devouring her pussy as she cried and yanked against her restraints.

I waited until she was close.

Then freed my cock, stood, and surged deep inside of her.

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