Page 20 of Seven Nights

It’s time to get in her head. Looking at the picture that conceals my wall safe, I know exactly how to do it, too. The cuffs are in there. She knows them, has worn them. She is practically begging for them with this little show of hers. She is trying to draw me to her, challenging me to punish her for circumventing the spirit of my command.

But how should I punish her? Now, in the flesh? Or do I wait, my absence just the first rebuke and a promise of greater retribution?

Fuck it, I groan. She is close to climax. I can tell by the way she holds her mouth, the upward strain of her eyelids and the tightening of her stomach. That climax is mine to take or withhold. I’ll be damned if she denies my control.

Jumping from the chair, I retrieve the package and rush to her room.

Katelyn

I am on my knees,ass in the air and hands plainly in view, one last roll of my pussy left before my climax can thunder through me. Everything stops when the door slowly swings inward.

Burying my face against the bedspread, I smile as the rest of my body freezes in place. For several long seconds, Montgomery doesn’t move or speak. I look over my shoulder to make sure he has not interrupted me only to leave again.

He’s there. He holds a box in one hand. It’s big, like something people store hats in. A large square of golden organza with matching ribbon at the top serves as wrapping paper.

Feeling daring, I smile at him and chirp a question.

“My punishment is a present?”

He doesn’t see my smile because his gaze is on my pussy. When he finally looks me in the eyes, his expression slides from intense to impassive.

I realize this is to be my punishment. I will come, no doubt, unable to resist his touch, but I will come alone.

Montgomery lifts a brow. “Have you been bad?”

Guilty, I chew at my lip before answering. “I don’t know. You make the rules.”

The reply earns me maybe half a point, but Montgomery’s smile never reaches his eyes. He prowls toward me. Reaching the bed, he places the package on the nightstand and reaches for the hem of his shirt.

I start to roll onto my side. He stops me with a curt order.

“Don’t move.”

I wait, ass still in the air, knees pressing into the mattress. He brings the beside light down to a faint glow then makes quick work of his clothes. Every gorgeous muscle and inch of skin is bare in less than ninety seconds. Placing one knee on the bed, he reaches out and runs his fingers along my slit. I am wet, sopping, the translucent cream thick and sticky. My body signals its readiness for his cock, fingers or hand.

Bringing his other knee onto the bed, Montgomery presses his hips against my side. His cock runs up to his navel, the thick shaft hard enough to dent my flesh. One hand holding me by the hair, he runs the other over my ass, massaging the cheeks, tracing the red line of need between them. Touching his fingers and thumb together, he teases the entrance to my cunt.

I tremble, groaning as I try to drop my head and arch my ass higher.

He keeps my head held high as he penetrates me with three fingers, adds a fourth, stroking over and over until his base knuckles and half the length of his palm are buried inside me. I can feel him scrutinizing every roll of my hips and the way my fingers claw at the bedspread.

He watches and waits and, right as am I about to fling myself past the point of no return, he pulls out and smacks me hard on the ass.

A half-formed curse follows my surprised yelp before I jam my lips together and wait.

There’s little to no emotion in his voice when he replies.

“If I was a bastard, pet, you wouldn't be aching to have my fingers or my cock in you.”

The glare I throw from the corner of my eye earns me another hard smack. But then he smooths his fingers along the stinging flesh. He works them back into me—rotating, plunging and retreating until I forget that I am being punished.

Pulling out, he lands another smack, harder than the others.

My ass vibrates from the impact.

So do my words.

“Griffin…please…”

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