Page 78 of Carnal

She spins and wags her finger. "Did you have permission to kiss me?"

"No, Mistress."

"Then why did you?" she asks.

I glance at her purple-and-gold lace bra then reprimand myself when my dick pulses against her stomach.

Her lips twitch. "Answer me."

"It's hard not to," is all I give her.

She points to the bed. "Strip and kneel facing the mattress."

I step back, reach for the back of my shirt, and pull it over my head. Her eyes drift over my torso. I release my pants, step out of them, then kneel in front of the bed.

"Bow your head, sub," she orders.

Blood rushes to my brain. I obey, staring at the floor. She steps next to me, staying quiet. Her floral perfume flares in my nostrils, making my urge to have her expand.

Too much time passes. A mix of demons plagues me, making me wonder why I agreed to this. The nagging feeling of excited anticipation grows. It's similar to when I make my subs stay kneeled, and it throws me for another loop.

Her pussy. I need to be the only sub in her memories eating it.

But I'm not a sub.

The tension is too much. I finally look at her, saying, "Mistress?"

Golden flames burst in her eyes. She crouches next to me, questioning, "Did I tell you to speak?"

"No, Mistress."

"Did I permit you to look up?"

"No, Mistress."

She grips my chin, drilling her piercing gaze into mine. "What has to happen now that you've disobeyed me?"

My mouth turns dry. A craving for water annihilates me. The back of my throat feels raw. It's a question I know how I would demand my subs to answer, so I state, "There have to be consequences."

Her lips curl. She scans my body then leans closer. Her breath teases my ear. She murmurs, "You want to be punished, don't you?"

Without hesitation, I reply, "Yes, Mistress."

"And on a scale of one to ten, with one being a minor infraction and ten being major, what do you rate your disobedience?" She runs her finger over my shoulder.

Tingles race down my spine. Testosterone flares in my blood. All I can think about is eating her pussy. I respond, "Ten."

Her eyes turn to slits. "Ten?"

"Yes."

"When I ask you a question, I expect you to not lie to me," she warns.

I shift on my knees, ready to get off the tile floor since the thin rug doesn't do much to create any sort of substantial padding.

"Did I say you could move?" she asks calmly.

"No, Mistress."

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