Page 45 of Solemn Vow

She stills beneath my touch.

A moment passes.

Then another.

I wish I could see her face, to watch as the indecision turns into decision.

“I remember. I won’t try to get away,” she finally says, sounding every bit the pouting girl who lost the race.

I pat her ass. “Good girl.”

Easing her down my body, I enjoy every moment she’s pressed against me. Once she’s on her feet, I capture her mouth beneath mine. Her hands reach up, touch my cheeks, then press flat against my chest and for a moment I almost forget what I brought her up here to do.

My need to be inside her, to feel her pleasure mount and crest and throw her into a whirlwind of need almost overtakes my need to teach her a lesson.

I break the kiss, resting my forehead against hers.

“Remove your clothes.” I kiss her once more then step away. If I don’t put space between us now, I’ll throw her on the bed.

At first, she looks up at me through her lashes, an innocent smirk on her lips.

“Did you want to add more to your punishment for going back on your word?” It takes everything not to grin back at her at that impish little act. She’s not one to give in easily. It’s one of the things that draws me to her with such fierceness.

But right now, I’m not playing games. In my world, if she sneaks off like she tried to do, it could be life or death. And sinceI have no doubt she’s now a permanent fixture in my world, I won’t allow her to get away with it. Her safety is all that matters.

She blows out a sigh and reaches for the hem of her sweater. “No. I guess not.” She turns her back to me and lifts the sweater over her head, dropping it to the hope chest at the foot of the bed. I watch, my cock getting harder with each piece of clothing she removes and drops to the pile.

She stumbles a little when she pulls the tights off her feet, but she catches herself and grumbles something under her breath about being graceful. I smile, but don’t comment. If she could feel how hard her movements have made my cock, she’d think differently. But she’d probably try to run again.

Once she’s done what I’ve asked, she stands in front of the post and puts her hands on her hips, looking at me over her shoulder. I stand behind her, tracing her shoulders with my fingertips then down her arms to her waist. I pull her ass back at me, until my cock pushes between her ass cheeks.

She sucks in a breath.

“First, your punishment,” I growl in her ear.

Swinging myself around her body, I plant myself on the end of the bed and pat my lap. “Over.”

She looks down at me with her eyebrows knit together. “Over?”

“My lap, get over my lap.” I pat my knee again.

She continues to stare.

“Moy sladkiy voin, you have to move on your own. If I have to drag you over my knee, I will, but it will be worse.”

She shuffles forward until her legs hit mine. Already, she blushes as she leans forward until she’s completely over my lap. As soon as she’s on her tiptoes, I adjust my seating, lifting her ass up higher with one knee and letting her dip over the other side a bit more.

“Viktor!” She reaches for the floor, but her fingertips barely brush the rug beneath us and now her feet aren’t touching either.

“I won’t let you fall. And this way you won’t wiggle too much.” I lay my palm on her ass cheek, squeezing just enough to satisfy my own lust for her body.

“This is so humiliating,” she mumbles to herself.

“Humiliation is something we can play with if you want, but this isn’t that. This is simply my girl being naughty and needing me to remind her how to behave.” I pat her ass. “When I tell you I’m coming to pick you up, do you think you can manage to be there when I get there?”

“I would like to point out that I did tell you not to pick me up, but you—ow!”

I bring my hand down again and again over her ass, one cheek then the other, until she’s writhing on my lap. Try as she might, she’s not going to get away from my hand.

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