She made a frustrated noise, so I whispered against her ear, “You wanted a punishment, so I’ll be extra gentle and tease you senseless. I’ve waited a month and I’m not rushing this. It’s not a punishment if you’re begging me for it.”

She tried to yank her wrists down, but I held them easily in my grip. I nudged her feet apart and slid my knee between her legs, pressing it against the apex of her thighs. She sighed and ground against me, looking at me defiantly as she took her pleasure how she wanted it.

I eased my free hand under her shirt, cocking my head when my fingertips brushed the soft flesh of her bare breast instead of a bra.

“We really need to talk about your aversion to undergarments…”

“Are you complaining?”

She gasped when I rolled her nipple between my fingers. She was holding eye contact and silently challenging me to take her breath away with a flash of pain, but I touched her so lightly she could barely feel it.

“Enough.” She tugged and twisted against me. And I gave in because as fun as it was to torment her, I wanted this as badly as she did. I was hungry to make her come, had spent days wondering if I would ever get to see the look in her eyes again when she was lost to the pleasure. I was prepared to wait however long she needed until she was ready to have sex, even if that was never, but now that she’d put it on the table, I was craving that new kind of intimacy with her.

So I let my provocative woman escape my grasp, laughing at the triumphant look on her face when she thought she’d defeated me.

In a way, she had. She had become my everything.

49

Elena

I’d told him to stop being so sweet, but instead of obliging, he seemed to take it as a challenge, touching and teasing me delicately. It felt good, but I hadn’t waited a month for this bullshit. I’d awakened the dominant in him and deserved to be properly fucked by him now.

I’d managed to wriggle out of his grip when he was distracted, and I spun around to put him between me and the wall so he couldn’t immediately pin me again.

The deep rumble of his throaty chuckle made me clench my thighs. His voice alone was enough to drive me wild.

I yanked his shirt up, and he allowed me to pull it off, then I did the same with his pants and boxer briefs. He stepped out of them with a crooked smile, but instead of doing the same to me, continued flouting my command to stop being sweet, teasing my shirt up an inch at a time and trailing his fingertips along each piece of skin he revealed.

If he wasn’t going to cooperate, I would take matters into my own hands. I pulled the rest of my clothes off and threw them into the pile I’d made with his.