Page 45 of Punish Me

I do a little shimmy dance when he holds the container of ice cream up for me to see.

“I never forgot anything about you, Bryn,” he says sweetly, walking back in my direction.

He sets the ice cream on the counter beside me and moves to grab an ice cream scoop, a knife, and two spoons.

Ambrose moves directly behind me, reaches his arms around me, and lifts the cover from the dessert tray. I feel his arousal pressing against my ass as he reaches his other arm around me and then slices the first piece of apple crisp.

“Mm, that smells delicious, doesn’t it?” he asks, his nose nuzzling the side of my neck as he sets the apple crisp on a plate.

I don’t say a word but remain as still and as rigid as possible.

“I hope these apples aren’t too hard for you,” he says, slicing another piece.

I close my eyes and bite my top lip before popping my eyes open again.

“This should be good and juicy. Just the way that I like it,” he says, scooping another slice as the maple syrup, brown sugar, and honey bubbles to perfection.

I inhale deeply and stifle a moan.

“Could you...could you please move?” I plead in a weak voice.

“Oh, I’m sorry, baby. Didn’t mean to suffocate you,” he says.

“Let me just grab this ice cream,” he says, reaching past me and allowing his elbow to brush the side of my breast.

When he moves his arm, my body is fully aware of every inch of him. My nipples are erect, my belly is humming with butterflies, my sex is throbbing, and my mouth is watering to taste him. Not just a kiss but more, so much more.

I’m not going to fail. I’ll just be rubbing one out tonight in my bed alone. I move away from the counter the moment that he steps away.

I grab my dessert and a fork and head into the living room.

“Don’t you want some ice cream?” he calls after me.

“No, I’m fine,” I say in a high-pitched voice.

“Are you sure that you don’t need something to cool you off? It felt like your temperature was rising.”

“I’m perfectly fine.”

“Thought you told me that it was kind of hot earlier.”

“Yes, it was, but I’ve cooled off,” I say, moving briskly to the living room.

Within minutes he follows me and hands me a bowl of ice cream.

“Just in case you change your mind,” he says.

I eye his dessert with two scoops of ice cream on top of his baked apple crisp. It looks delicious. I spoon my ice cream out of the bowl he handed me and place it on top of my apple crisp.

We spent the rest of the evening watching some adventure movie whose name I couldn’t recall if someone paid me a million bucks. All I could think about was how Ambrose made me feel.

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“I must be crazy,” I whimper, sliding the vibrator across my clitoris. “I had a sexy, hot-blooded man with a big dick ready to penetrate me, and I’m settling for you.”

Just as I say that the vibrator shuts off as if to teach me a lesson about my lack of gratitude. I flick it back and forth and then groan when I realize the batteries have died. Hopping out of bed, I go to my storage drawer and look for batteries, but I can’t find any fresh ones.

I toss the vibrator across the room in frustration and return to grab my Rose toy. I need something to slip deep inside of me, and I don’t think the Rose will suffice tonight, but I’ll have to work with it.

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