Page 30 of Punish Me

She arches, and I press myself harder into her, gripping the hem of her black and white plaid dress and rolling it up her thighs. My hand smooths across her silken skin so dark it resembles a cacao bean's warm, earthy brown. Her dress gathers around her hips, and she sighs, dropping her head against the door.

Sliding her black lace panties aside, I bury my fingers in her folds, closing my eyes and willing my erection to wither just a bit. It’s a painful beast.

A cry erupts in her throat, and I remove my hand.

“Please,” she warbles.

I remove the tie around my neck and shove it against her mouth.

“Bite down on this when you feel the urge to scream.”

Brynlee was never a quiet lover. My fingers slip inside of her again, working her over.

Her hips move in tightly controlled circles, and only I hear the little gasps, moans, and shrieks muffled by my tie. I love having her like this, sharing something private and primal between us. Love that I alone can hear what is so pleasantly sensual yet urgent, but it’s cut off from everyone else.

Removing my fingers from her, I suck them into my mouth, and she watches me with her head turned sideways with her face pressed against the door. Her eyes widen at the sight of me sucking her juices from my fingers.

Kneeling, I grab her panties and roll them over her ass and hips until she steps out of them. She looks down at me, and I reward her with a wink as I fold them and place them in my pocket. She reaches for them, but I grab her hands and stand again.

Jerking my tie from her mouth, I bind her hands behind her back.

“What’re you doing?” she hisses.

“Teaching you a lesson, my love. It’s time to learn who’s boss. You will stop questioning my authority,” I say, kneeling again and spreading her legs.

My dick jerks harder when I pull her ass cheeks apart and then her glistening lower lips. Pressing my face into her, I inhale her scent and whisper, “You’d better learn to be quiet.”

“I can’t,” she moans.

“Fine. I have no problem with the staff knowing I ate out the CAO.”

“Ro!” she hisses.

My heart clutches. It’s the first time in a long time that she’s called me by my nickname. She’s softening toward me, and I want to know why. Just not now.

“You’ve been warned, Ms. St. Clair,” I say just before pressing my lips against her core.

The whimper she releases is my greatest reward. I always loved how she cried, whimpered, and screamed when I loved her body.

Her scent is heavenly, and her taste is like paradise. The girl I used to know would run from me, but not her. Brynlee’s grown into this amazing woman who gives me what I’m seeking, not clamping her legs or running away because she was unsure how to lose control.

No. This woman whose legs I’m perched between is a woman who is wildly out of control. She works her hips, her ass, and her pussy in ways that I can’t imagine she would ever do. Jealousy fills me as I wonder who taught her this. Who was the bastard that unlocked this side of her? Teaching her that it was okay to let go?

It doesn’t take long before she reaches the edge, but before she can climax, I pull back. Not because I don’t want her because she’s everything that I could have wanted her to be and so much more.

I stand and wrap my arms around her. She stiffens.

“Why’d you stop?”

Pressing kisses against the back of her neck, I whisper, “I don’t know who the fuck he is, but tell him that you’re mine. I won’t fucking let go, Bryn.”

“Please don’t stop, Ro.”

“I have to. Leave something on your mind to think about while I’m out of town.”

“Why’re you doing this, Ro? Why can’t we let the past remain where it should be?” she cries, pulling away from me and straightening her dress.

The anguish on her face almost breaks me, but I have to make her come to me. I won’t stop punishing her for the years we were apart, not until she’s on her knees begging me to punish her.

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