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“Yes you do,” I prod. “What happens to bad girls in those books you read?”

The color of Morgan’s cheeks deepens to a rich shade of red, like she’s somehow embarrassed to say what she’s thinking out loud.

I repeat the question, and she finally meets my gaze, her voice quiet as she says, “They get punished.”

A dark part of me that I’m beginning to enjoy vibrates with pleasure. “And what do you think an appropriate punishment is here?”

Her legs shuffle, searching for friction because she’s just as turned on as I am. But that’s not what this is about—this is about us trying something together that’s either going to work beautifully, or blow up in our faces. This is about something so much bigger.

“Uh,” she mumbles breathily. “You’ve honestly got me there.”

“Well, I think two punishments are in order here.”

“Do you?” Morgan mocks, though she doesn’t roll her eyes again like I’m expecting.

“I do,” I confirm. “First, you’re going to beg me to untie you.”

“Easy,” she answers confidently as her lips kick up into a grin. “Untie me.”

I can’t help but smile at her directness, her ability to play along while still maintaining her inherent defiance. “Oh, I think you can do better than that.”

She sighs dramatically. “My arms are tired from being held up, and I’ve learned my lesson. I won’t do it again. Please untie me, Sir.”

She says the last word sarcastically but the formality of it makes my cock ache.

“That’s a good girl.” I wink at her before I begin to move up the bed.

Her eyes follow me hesitantly. “What’s the second punishment?”

“The second punishment,” I echo, leaning down. I carefully loosen the makeshift restraints, my fingers lightly grazing her skin as I work to remove the silk ties. “Is actually untying you.”

Morgan sits up, gently rubbing her wrists. The look she gives me is one of gratitude mixed with slight trepidation. “How is that a punishment?”

I grab her hand, helping her off the bed before I check her skin for marks. There’s only a small amount of redness on her wrists, but it should go away quickly. I may not be experienced in bondage, but the physician in me knows that you have to be wary of circulation with stuff like this. I’ve heard about far too many sexual accidents from colleagues of mine in the ER over the years to not take safety seriously.

“It’s a punishment,” I finally answer, running my fingers gently up her arms, “because I know that if I slipped my fingers under the waistband of those sweatpants that you’re wearing, I’d find your needy pussy soaking wet. It’s a punishment because you’re desperate for a release that I’m not going to give you.”

Goosebumps erupt in the wake of my touch, but she steps back and crosses her arms irritatedly. “You’re the worst. Why wouldn’t you just spank me or something?”

I huff an exasperated laugh. “Something tells me that wouldn’t be an effective punishment for you. It’s not supposed to be fun—that’s why it’s called a punishment,” I explain, wrapping my arm around her shoulder. “Come on, I’m walking you home.”

Chapter 13

Morgan

“How do you know the lungs are clear?”

I pause my charting and look over at Claire.

She’s sitting beside me at the main nursing desk with a pad of paper in her lap, taking notes on everything I say and do. We’ve had a pretty busy morning so far, and I’m finally able to sit down to catch up now that a few of my patients have transferred out.

“Huh?”

She reaches forward to point at the respiratory assessment section of the chart. “You marked that the lungs were within normal limits.”

“Right . . .”

I have no idea where she’s going with her questions. I’m so tired that I can barely think straight.

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