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“I’ve needed to come for ages. You’re driving me insane. Looking all sexy all the time and I just want more of you. Please. I don’t have to have the orgasm, but I could give you one.”

She shuffled closer, pressing kisses to his neck and tugging down his shirt so she could kiss the top of his chest.

“Sweetheart, you don’t know how much I want that.”

“Then let me, please?”

“If I let you do that, then there is no way I can resist touching you. And I shouldn’t give you pleasure after a punishment.”

“Just this once?” she asked.

He shook his head and stood, pointing down at her. “No.”

That was it. She was going to die from a lack of pleasure.

It was official.

CHAPTER 15

Barren walked into the bathroom and pressed himself against her back as she finished her nighttime routine. He kissed along her shoulder. He loved the spot where her neck and shoulder met.

“Barren?”

“You are so beautiful. So sweet. So mine.”

She was wearing a white silky nightgown which was tight over her breasts then loose around her stomach and thighs.

Reaching around her, he drew one breast free and cupped it, staring at her in the mirror. Her eyes widened, her breathing growing faster.

“Are you… I thought there was no pleasure after a punishment.”

“It’s been a few hours. I think you’ve been properly punished. Don’t you?” he asked.

“Uh-huh, uh-huh.” She nodded frantically and he had to grin.

His poor girl.

“My baby. So beautiful, aren’t you?” He lowered the other side of her gown so both of her breasts were free. Cupping them, he ran his thumbs over the tight nipples.

“Ohhh.”

“I love how open you are with your feelings and reactions,” he told her. “Never hide yourself from me, understand?”

“I won’t,” she moaned as he lightly tugged at her nipples, playing with them. “Please, Barren.”

“Please what?” he asked as he moved one hand down her stomach and between her legs, cupping her mound.

“Please touch me there,” she begged.

“Are you wet? If I push my finger inside you, will I find you all warm and ready for me?”

“Yes! Yes!” she cried.

“Let’s check. Push your legs apart.”

Her eyes were wide, her mouth open as she panted heavily. But she moved her legs apart and he pressed her panties to one side so he could run a finger down her slit. He rubbed his finger against her clit, flicking it back and forth.

“Oh. Ohhh,” she cried.

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