He’s quiet for a moment as he thinks over what I’ve said.
I wonder if he will apologize just to fast forward to the hotter parts, but he doesn’t. He just gives me a dark smile and I know I’m in deep shit.
“You want to play this game, Cat? Fine.” I swallow as I hear him out, watching his every move as satisfaction rolls through him. “But fair is fair. You taunt me all you want but remember, kitten. I waited for you for four years. Another few days won’t break me. The question is…will it break you when you don’t get to cum?”
Oh shit. Oh, fucking shit.
“You can’t do that,” I whisper, a false attempt because I know he can and so does he.
“Are you taking back what you said last night then?” he asks and I sigh in defeat.
“Never.”
He nods. “I didn’t think so, kitten.”
I look around the room avoiding eye contact with him until he laughs.
“God, who knew this bratty side of yours would be so thrilling.”
“You can touch me.”
He chuckles some more and shakes his head.
“Oh no. I think we should play your game, kitten. No touching for either of us until one of us begs.” Noooo!
“Ugh, why?” I pout and he smiles.
“Because…it’s the best punishment you can have for being so naughty this morning.” His eyes roam over every inch of my body he can see.
“This sucks.” I frown and he laughs before picking up his fork and nodding towards me to do the same.
“Eat your breakfast, kitten. We have a lot to talk about today.”