Page 70 of Carnal

"Then who?"

I cringe, admitting, "Massimo."

"Ugh. I should have known," Tristano groans.

"Well, I've changed my mind. You're definitely the fun one."

His lips twitch. He fists my hair, tugs my head back, and leans over me. My pussy clenches as he asserts, "I should punish you for being so misguided."

My pulse creeps up. I've seen Tristano punish his subs at the club. I've used his techniques on men. I never considered anyone using them on me, nor did I think I would enjoy it. Something about Tristano teaching me a lesson is suddenly appealing.

I've lost my marbles.

Why does the thought of his palm leaving a red mark on my ass excite me?

Yep. I've for sure gone crazy.

I provoke, "What would you do to me?"

His eyes darken, sending a shiver up my spine. He studies me like he's searching for some secret within me. I swallow hard, and he answers in a low voice, "Telling you takes the fun away, don't you think?"

I bite on my lip, trying to steady my breath.

He drags his knuckles over my cheek, questioning, "If you were going to punish your sub, how would you do it?"

Adrenaline kicks in, zinging through my cells. My mouth turns dry, and my heart rate speeds up. All of it confuses me again.

Why am I getting excited about domination when my loins are screaming for him to make me submit?

His lips graze mine. He orders, "Answer me."

My blood boils hotter. I shift my hips, letting his erection push against my clit. I hold in a groan and reply, "It depends."

"On what?"

"How badly he's behaved."

Respect and approval enter Tristano's eyes. He kisses me, but it's brief. He retreats when my tongue hits his, and he says, "Tell me what you'd do for a minor punishment, to the most hardcore."

My butterflies spread their wings. I fill my lungs with fresh oxygen several times. Visuals of punishments I've given powerful men flood my memory. My voice shakes. "I'd start with floggers, then move to paddles."

"Give me something not so vanilla," Tristano goads.

Nerves annihilate me. If I were under a light with the police interrogating me right now, I might feel calmer. I'm anxious for his approval, but there's something else I can't put my finger on. His warm breath merges into mine. A car's headlights fill the space we're in, highlighting his chiseled features. I clench my thighs against him, adding, "If he deserved something stronger, I'd put a cock cage on him, make him kneel, then have him eat my pussy while I whipped him."

Tristano's lips twist. He sniffs hard and asks, "Is that what you wanted to do to me?"

"I-I don't know."

He scoffs. "Don't play dumb with me, Pina. Now isn't the time to get bashful. Besides, I do the same thing while making my subs blow me."

"You do?" I ask, surprised. I've never seen him do that while I observed him at the club.

"Yeah, but I do other things to them while they're doing it," he states.

My pulse beats hard in my neck. "Like what?"

He unzips the back of my dress and slides his warm hand down my spine. I inhale deeply and press closer to him. Arrogance, confidence, and dark dominance explode on his face. It's so sinfully attractive that I wish I could take a snapshot to view it anytime I want. His voice deepens, as if it's not already sexy enough, and he replies, "I won't answer your question."

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