Page 7 of Absolution

“I’mtryingto help you, little girl.” He couldn’t hide his amusement at her impish performance. “Do you want to discover how I’ll punish you if you splinter before I say so?” Watching her squirm like a mermaid in heat, he could only conclude that she did.

“Sir, please.”

He couldn’t recall seeing her this frantic before… not even when they’d been in the cabin.

“I’ll take the punishment,” she panted. “I’ll do whatever you want me to do, but please let me come. Your fingers feel so good.”

“You are so fucking naughty.” He snarled the words in her ear, but his digits were already sinking back to her sex and the desperate little clit he knew he’d find there. “So long as you know if you come now, there’ll be hell to pay.”

“I know.” Her tone oozed with anguish. “But please.”

“Okay.” Ignoring the throbbing of his erection, he nipped her clit, pressing it between his thumb and forefinger while his other hand worked on her helpless beading buds. She screamed out with passion, her hips rolling under the brutal caresses, as though they were goading him to continue. “I’ll let you come, little girl, but you’re going to be royally punished for your insolence.”

She moaned at his logic, apparently not caring about the consequences.

She doesn’t care now.His smile was wry.But she will later.

Based on how worked up she was, he concluded it wouldn’t be long before she detonated, then she had to spend the rest of the day making it up to him. Either way, he couldn’t lose.

His cock was fit to burst as her body tensed, the waves of consuming pleasure washing over her as he held her close in the water. By the time her cries had waned to tiny, tempting whimpers, Tucker was ready to enjoy himself.

“All right, little girl.” He swept out of the bath behind her, cascading a torrent of warm water over Ella as he rose. “You’ve been very bad, but before I attend to that, you have duties to see to.”

Climbing out of the tub onto the expanse of the soft mat, he turned to face her and jutted his excited shaft out in her direction.

“Oh God.” She looked utterly shell-shocked as she struggled to her knees, her expression conveying the rapturous awe consuming her. “I’m sorry, sir.”

“No need to be sorry.” He signaled to his engorged dick, settling one hand at the back of her head and guiding her toward it. “You made your choice, little girl, and no number of apologies changes that.”

There was little time for her to reply. Tucker shoved his shaft past her lips, thrilled to find that on her knees leaning over the side of the tub, she was the perfect height to deliver his gratification. The gargled noises of his thrusts, coupled with the divine rush of hedonism he received every time the tip of his cock grazed the back of her throat, didn’t take long to push him right to the precipice of his own release.

“Very nice,” he growled, his digits fisting her hair as she was forced to take his entire length.

Her eyes watered as she blinked up in his direction, but she didn’t shift from the submissive stance she’d been taught. As far as he was concerned, when a woman worshipped her man’s cock, she should always be on her knees with her hands behind her back. The only thing sweeter was when he had the chance to bind her wrists in place.

“Polish my dick well, and you might not earn yet another penance before breakfast.”

They had a long day ahead of them, but Ella was doing everything possible to make sure it turned out to be their most memorable yet.

And that was saying something.

Three days had passed since they’d arrived at his apartment, which meant two important things about the hours to come. Firstly, his staff would call later to restock their refrigerator and cupboards. After days of sandwiches and soup, he was more than ready to start cooking them proper meals again. Perhaps more importantly, though, today was the day Ella would be reunited with her mother.

It was difficult to focus on the significance of that meeting as his orgasm erupted, his lips parting as he succumbed to the pleasure. Senses blurred, he pumped his cum over her open mouth. It took every ounce of his willpower to remain standing as his cry permeated the steamy air.

“Jesus, Ella.”

Gripping the edge of the tub, he tried to catch his breath at the intensity of his peak. Three words seared his mind as the world around him melted away, replaced by euphoria.

My good girl.

Chapter Three

Consequences

Ella

Half an hour later, she and Tucker watched the coffee maker percolating their next cup of caffeine. Dressed in fluffy robes, and standing by the kitchen stove, there had been little conversation after his climax. He’d helped her out of the bath and ensured her hair was brushed, but aside from the pleasantries, his words had been minimal.

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