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“It’s time for bed now, little girl. You should know that I’ll be checking on you tonight. If I catch you touching yourself again, then it won’t be my hand spanking your clit. It will be my belt,” he warned.

My clit throbbed greedily at the threat.

“Yes, sir,” I whispered, ashamed.

My pussy was stinging and pulsing from the abuse of his hand, but my insatiable curiosity wanted more. He brushed my hair gently out of my face.

“Be a good girl and sleep for me now. I promise, tomorrow will be worth the wait,” he reassured me. He tucked me into bed in silence and I closed my eyes as he turned off the light and closed the door behind him. I didn’t fall asleep right away.

The longer I laid there awake, the more my pussy burned.

One orgasm hadn’t been enough.

I wanted more.

I repeated his words in my head, over and over as I tried to convince myself to wait, but my own denial only seemed to make things worse. Just when I was about to give in and slip my hands between my thighs, the door creaked open.

I heard his footsteps as he walked to my side of the bed. My eyes fluttered open, and I gazed back up at him.

“Sir… please…” I begged.

“Wait for me, little girl.”

“I don’t know if I can,” I whispered.

“Do I need to use my belt after all?”

“No,” I blurted out. He moved to walk away, leaving me alone once more.

“Wait,” I whispered.

“What is it, my love?”

“Will you use your belt to bind my hands?” I asked tentatively.

“You want to be bound?”

“I don’t know if I can control myself otherwise, sir.” I blushed furiously.

He turned back, striding over to me. He leaned down and kissed me. His lips claimed mine, telling me without words that he was just as needy as I was right now. When he pulled away, he already had my wrists in his hands. Slowly, he pulled them up and over my head. He wrapped his belt around the bedframe and bound me once more.

With the possibility of self-pleasure taken away completely, I closed my eyes and finally slept.

CHAPTER 15

Naomi

Before I was ready to wake, the room was awash in light. Beams of sunlight broke through the window, and I snuggled deeper into the bed to escape them. Someone grabbed the covers and tugged them off me and I blinked blearily, not really wanting to get up yet.

“Not yet, Ryker. Would you please close the drapes?” I groaned.

“I’m not Ryker,” a woman answered.

A sudden panic jolted through me. I scrambled to cover myself, suddenly remembering that I was entirely naked and my wrists were still bound to the bed. I turned my head to see an older woman watching me closely and I felt my face heat with embarrassment. I couldn’t think of anything to say that might explain how I’d ended up this way, so I didn’t even try.

“My name is Denise. It is my job to prepare you for your wedding,” she offered politely. She didn’t comment on my current state. In fact, she didn’t even seem remotely surprised. Itried not to think too much about what that meant, even as she reached for me and unbuckled the belt from my wrists. I curled my knees up into my chest.

“I’m Naomi,” I offered. She smiled as if she already knew.

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