Page 64 of Defiled Innocence

“Maybe I’m not ready to get out?”

“Don’t make me ask a third time.” He frowns. “Tell me.”

I sigh as I push up to my feet. He really is an unmovable force.

“This afternoon. I was thinking about what happened in your office,” I confess, stepping out of the tub onto the lush bathmat.

He wraps the towel around my body, pulling me into his chest.

“What about your visit?” Using his big hands, he rubs the towel over my skin, gently wiping away the beads of water left over from my bath.

From the reflection in the mirror, I catch the way he looks at me as he moves lower on my body, over my hips and legs. He’s fully attentive to his task, but his expression warms as he runs the towel back up my legs to my pussy.

“Amelia,” he prompts me, grinning at me through the mirror when moments have passed, and I’ve remained quiet.

“I was rude.” I try to take the towel to wrap it around me when he’s finished, but he tosses it onto the counter, out of reach.

“You were,” he agrees, turning us so we’re facing the mirror head on. His arms wrap around my waist. “But you were upset.”

“You didn’t punish me.” I say it so softly, he has to lean into me to hear my words.

“Did you want me to?” he questions, moving his hands to my hips and holding me against him.

“No.” It’s a lie.

A bold-faced lie, and he can see through me like the human lie detector he is.

“Did you want to try that answer again?”

“Not really.” I frown at us. “I don’t want to say it.”

He grins. “Then I definitely want to hear it.”

“You just like embarrassing me.”

“I like your blush. It’s not the same thing.” He pauses. “Do you want me to punish you? Should I bend you over my kneeagain and spank you for being so naughty today? Being rude and loud and yelling accusations?”

His words do things to my body that hands have never been able to.

“Do you want me to make you bend over the counter here so I can make your ass as red as your face? Punish you until you beg for mercy?”

I press my legs together tightly, sure he can see my arousal building at his words.

He moves his hands from my hips to cup my breasts. Taking my nipples between his fingers, he pinches them.

“Do you want me to punish your body for being a bad girl today?” He licks the sensitive spot behind my ear.

Somehow this man has learned in only a week what no boyfriend has ever been able to master. Every spot on my body that reacts to his touch is mapped out in his mind.

“I don’t know.” The conflict inside of me grows as he pinches harder and a spark of pain forms, shooting through my body.

“You do know, but you don’t want to say it.” He kisses my shoulder, releasing my nipples at the same time.

Exquisite burn spreads with a new sort of pain as the blood rushes back into place. I raise my hands, thinking to rub away the new sensation, but he grabs them and holds my arms at my sides.

“It hurts,” I whine, but it’s more of a plea for more and not a cry for it to stop.

“Say it, Amelia. Tell me what you want.”

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