Page 38 of A Heart So Savage

If it were possible, Ava stiffened even more. Her eyes narrowed, glittering with resentment and confusion as to why he would request such a thing of her. Just when he thought she would refuse, Ava surprised him once again. Locking her gaze with his, she bent over and placed her hands on the soft carpet.

Fuck, she’s beautiful.

Like a feral lioness, Ava slowly moved toward him, green eyes glowing with something indefinable. She was a gorgeous creature hunting her prey, and Kingston wondered if she had any idea just how much power she held in that moment. She was crushing him in the palm of her tiny hand and didn’t even know it.

From the slightly elevated position of the bed, he could see the roundness of her perfect ass as she crawled. It swayed back and forth with her movements, and Kingston nearly groaned out loud. He couldn’t stop thinking of when he’d fucked her that second time in his bathroom. How he bent her over the vanity and watched those round, firm globes quiver with every thrust of his hips.

His dick swelled to impossible proportions, remembering the desperate way she moaned while he took what he wanted. How she cried during the orgasms he gave her. Goddamn if he didn’t want to shove himself between her thighs and make her come again.

But he wouldn’t. After all, a punishment was a punishment.

Upon reaching the tip of his black Ferragamos, Ava hesitated, a flash of uncertainty darkening her features. But like a good little lamb, she remained on all fours and waited for his instructions.

His gorgeous little pet. So desperate for attention. So needy for the dominance and control only he could give her.

“Stand up.”

With the same gracefulness exhibited while crawling like a slave, Ava rose to her feet. She swayed with the motion of the aircraft, balancing precariously on those fuck-me stilettos until she was once again steady.

“Drape yourself over my lap.”

Her lips parted, no doubt intent on refusing the direct order, but Kingston’s eyebrow rose high, daring her to defy him.

Letting out a brazen huff of irritation, Ava did as commanded. Her hands automatically gripped his leg, fingers digging into the fabric of his trousers.

“Both hands flat on the floor, lamb.”

Once she was arranged to his liking, Kingston lifted the hem of her dress. Ignoring her muffled gasp, he bunched the material at her narrow waist. The draping cowl of the dress’s back exposed her shoulder blades. Her spine. The sweet hollow of her lower back.

His gaze drifted down, tracing her bare thighs and the curve of her perfect ass and the thong she wore. While the sight of black silk against the smooth paleness of her buttocks was erotically gorgeous, she had deliberately disobeyed his specific order.

Kingston ran a finger under the thin band hugging the dip of her back, pulled it tight, then released it so the material snapped back into place. A strangled moan escaped Ava’s throat as the undergarment agitated the tender flesh of her pussy.

“What’s this?” His question was softly dangerous.

Ava shifted, the heat of her body searing his thighs through his trousers. “Underwear. Obviously.”

The abrupt smack of his hand on her bare bottom jolted her forward. Biting back a strangled cry, she quickly readjusted herself until she was back in position.

“I see that.” Kingston smoothed a palm over the red mark left behind on her creamy skin. “Why are you wearing it?”

“Because that’s whatnormalpeople do.”

Kingston’s lips tilted in a grin at the sarcastic rebellion of her tone. Good thing she couldn’t see how much she amused him, otherwise her power might swell to unmanageable proportions. He slapped her ass again over the same spot and much harder than before.

Ava sucked in a breath, clenching her buttocks against the radiating pain. She reached back a hand in anticipation of the next strike, but Kingston caught it.

“Give me the other,” he said calmly, pinning her wrist tight in the small of her back. When she refused, he lifted her arm higher toward the middle of her spine. She cried out, a little sob that made his dick hard, but he simply waited until she finally obeyed.

Now, he had her effectively restrained, her lithe body quivering across his lap and both wrists captured in his large hand. “Stop defying me, Ava. You won’t win.”

“I can’t help it.” She adjusted her weight, pressing her thighs together as if that would dissuade him. “You-you just can’t do whatever you want.”

“Watch me, lamb.” Kingston’s amusement melted into something darker. “Don’t close yourself off to me. Spread your legs.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

Goddamn, she was fucking adorable. Her defiant snarl dissolved into a squeal when Kingston rapidly delivered three consecutive strikes to her bottom. Then his fingers were between her legs, shoving past the flimsy barrier of the thong while she squirmed and panted.

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