Page 37 of Brutal Surrender

After sex, Aaliyah wanted to give me a massage.

“You look tense, darling,” she had said.

I had let her give me one out on the private balcony. Laying on a lounge, feeling the sun on my back occasionally when there was a break in the clouds, I tried not to think of anything. Even though Aaliyah was hampered by her long acrylics, I started to relax. I had the sensation of drifting. Back to the yacht, maybe because Ramona was there. Only I wasn’t furious at her. Because it was a different version of her. Not the actual Ramona.

“Much better, yes?” Aaliyah had asked, noticing I was feeling calmer.

We ended up having sex again. Afterwards, Ming and I met with Charlie and Yang Mi out at St. Catherine, where some of our farms are located.

“Okay, okay, I don’t need your help,” Ramona protests.

Her robe slips open and I catch a good whiff of her. The scent of the bath lingers on her, but there’s something more potent that I catch. Wanting more of it, I yank her to me. She puts out her free hand to keep the distance between us, but her hips have already brushed against me. Her breath catches.

Desire spikes through my body. I can feel the warmth coming off hers. Her eyes are downcast, but I saw her body react. Coming to, she tries to pull away from me, but I like her where she is.

“You’ve been naughty while I was gone,” I state.

She doesn’t look at me. “Wh—What do you mean?”

“I specifically identified the things you could do: eat, sleep, use the bathroom, watch TV, and twiddle your thumbs.”

Turning to look at me, she arches a brow, feigning innocence.

“It did not include talking to anyone, like the acupuncturist,” I say.

“I was just trying to be polite.”

“You think my security guards can’t see through your little tricks?”

She flushes. I like it. It makes her look prettier. What I say next should make her flush even more.

Lowering my head, I say softly near her ear, “I also did not specify you could masturbate.”

Straightening, I see that her blush has indeed deepened.

She tries to pull away again. “I didn’t—”

“You sure about that?”

“Yessss.”

“Then how come you’re so wet? Your cum juices are glistening on your leg and pubic hair.”

“So? That doesn’t mean anything.”

When she continues trying to rest herself away, I grab her other arm and hold her to me. Now when she squirms, her body rubs against mine. “Did it feel good, pet?”

“I thought you wanted me to try on the clothes before the shops close?”

“Did it feel good?” I repeat. Cupping her jaw, I make her look at me. Her pupils are dilated. I’m not the only one battling arousal right now. “Did you make yourself come?”

“What do you care? Are you going to punish me no matter how I answer?”

“Interesting question. The short answer is yes, but if you climaxed, that makes three things you did that weren’t on the list, which should merit more of a punishment.”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I said no.”

“Did my pet not get to come? Let’s remedy that.”

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