Page 91 of Until I Own You

“I’m sorry, Sir,” I say, my voice light and airy.

“Louder. Like you fucking mean it,” Seth growls.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” I say, this time more insistent and clearer.

Seth shakes his head. “Not fucking good enough.”

That’s when his hand lifts and connects for the first time. It is a mere tap, but I know he’s just getting started.

“Were you trying to get punished on purpose?” His hand is back to caressing.

“No, Sir.”

Another spank. This time it smarts a little bit more.

“How fucking dare you come in here wearing something like that?” His hand connects again, each word punctuated by a spank. “Are you trying to disrespect me?”

“No, Sir. I was trying to please you. I’m sorry, Sir.”

“You wore this for me?”

“I made it for you, Sir,” I say in small voice.

“God fucking dammit, Bridget.”

He caresses my burning, and surely red, ass.

I remain still. Frozen.

“Why the fuck do you have to do this to me?”

I’m not sure if it’s a rhetorical question.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” I say, unsure what else to say.

“You’ve already received your punishment. All is forgiven, pet,” he says in a soft voice.

That’s it?

Seth lifts me up and sits me on his lap. His expression is unreadable except for his eyelids which are low and, I swear, wanting.

“You look fucking amazing.” He bites down on his lower lip.

I perk up.

He smiles. “You made this?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“For me?”

“Yes, Sir. I made it just for you.”

He closes his eyes for a second, before opening them and looking into mine, but I lower my gaze to his chest. “It’s beautiful, Bridget.”

He tilts my chin up so we can enjoy each other’s gazes. “You’re beautiful.”

I bat my eyes.

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