Page 32 of Obsession

“Madi,” I coo in a low voice. “You have five seconds.”

Those dark eyes only stare at me, testing me to see if I’ll actually deliver on my promise.

“Five.”

She seals her lips together and presses her back against the headboard as if that would stop me.

“Four.”

“You’re not actually-”

“Three.”

“Adrian-” I like the sound of my name on her lips with that slight bit of fear in her voice.

“Two.”

A touch of anticipation has her swallowing audibly.

“One.” I don’t wait before I’m on the bed, dragging her body so it lies flat beneath me. “Such a little brat,” I murmur.

Madi gasps. She didn’t think I’d do it. That was a mistake on her part. “Adrian! Wait-”

“Uh uh, princess.” I tsk. “I offered you a chance to do this yourself, and you declined. Now it’s my turn.”

I tug at the strings on her apron, pulling them loose so I can rip the material from her body. Underneath, she’s wearing an oversized t-shirt and a tight-fitting pair of black shorts. I move to the t-shirt, not bothering to pull the material over her head. Instead, I grip it in my fingers and pull, relishing the sound of the cotton tearing.

Those pretty pink lips form the perfect O shape. “Adrian!” She presses her palms against my forearms, trying to push me away.

“You could have taken it off yourself, but you chose not to.”

When the t-shirt is completely torn, I pull the fabric from beneath her and toss it to the side. Next are the shorts, which I’m about to make the same mess of, but Madi’s hands reach to her waistband, frantically tugging the material down her legs. I can’t help but grin at her finally following my orders, even if it’s a bitlate. Not that it matters. I’m still going to punish her ass until it’s a bright shade of red for her antics in the kitchen.

“There you go,” I praise her, taking the black scrap of fabric from her and tossing it with the rest of her clothes. “Look how pretty you are, princess.” Seeing her sprawled out naked in front of me has my dick hardening in my pants. She’s stunning, especially like this. With her pert pink nipples on display and the way she’s squeezing her thighs together, as if that would ever be enough to keep me out of the heaven resting between her legs.

I dip my head down, flicking my tongue over one of the tight buds while using my fingers to pinch the other. She squeals, her back arching, thrusting her tits into my mouth. I run circles over her nipple before moving to the other, reveling in the way her body reacts to me, as if it was perfectly made for my touch.

A soft moan leaves her lips, and she writhes beneath me. “Oh, sweet girl…” I lift myself so I’m kneeling on the bed with her body still trapped beneath my thighs. “This isn’t a reward. This punishment is meant to hurt.”

Madi’s eyes are glassy already. I can see the haze of lust drifting over her. She licks her lips. “What are you going to do?”

Reaching for the nightstand, I grab a length of silk cord from the drawer. I’ve been waiting for this moment, dreaming about the next time she acts like a little brat.

Without saying a word, I take one of her hands, using the cord to secure it to the headboard before moving to the other one.

“Wait-” She tries to pull her hand away from me. “Are you tying-”

“Yes, princess,” I say, holding her tightly as I secure her second hand.

When I’m done, she yanks on her limbs, finding no give, no room to escape the bindings. I see the concern rise on her face. “No! Undo these!”

I press a kiss ever-so softly to her forehead. “Not until you’ve learned your lesson.”

Now that she’s secure, I stand from the bed, making a show of pulling my belt from my pants. Once free, I fold the leather in half, snapping it loudly and enjoying the way Madi jumps at the sound.

“Have you ever been belted before, princess?”

Lips sealed shut, she shakes her head.

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