Ashlyn blinks up at me, slow and smug. “What?”
“Open yourfuckingmouth.”
She does, grinning like a feral cat, and sticks out her tongue. A single green mint sits at the center like it owns the place.
“You burned my dick!”
She shrugs, all faux-innocence and fluttering lashes. “Oh. I thought guys liked this…”
Every nerve ending in my body lights up like a fuse. I clamp it down.
Don’t let her know she got to you.
“This guy doesn’t.”
She tilts her head. “Want me to spit it out?”
“No. I’m good for today.” I exhale slowly, temper razor thin. “Here’s what I want instead—go to the guest suite. Freshen up. I’ll lay out your outfit.” My eyes cut to hers, sharp as glass. “When you’re done, report back. We need to discuss your punishment.”
She gasps. “Punishment? I did what you required, my lord.”
The way she says it—mockingly and cynically—makes my eyelids twitch. Reaching across the space between us, I stroke her sun-kissed cheek with my thumb.
“Sweetthing…you’re not going to enjoy today. No. I don’t think you will. Now, do as I say.”
“Or what?” she challenges, bottom lip jutted. But she doesn’t pull back when I cup her face. My palm takes up most of her head’s surface area.
“We’ll discuss theor whatafter you’re dressed. And back where you belong.”
Ass cheeks bouncing with every step, she scurries off to the guest suite. I made sure the hall exit’s bolted. She’s not leaving. I need to be alone.
To start my routine. To remember who’s in control here.
But it’s difficult when all I can think about is her. The rage she ignites within me. Strawberry scentconsumingme whenever she’s near. Naming the exact shade of her hair in the sunlight. What she’ll do next to piss me off. What lies she’ll tell herboyfriendabout where she’s been and whose dick she’s sucking now…
Fuck that guy.
By the time I’m out of my ice shower and dressed for Monday and the start of a new week, she’s perched on my bed in a towel like nothing’s happened. I exit the closet with her outfit in hand and lay it across the mattress.
“You’ve got to be kidding. I wore that as a Halloween costume, like, three years ago.”
“And I bet it barely fits. Let’s see.”
“A slutty schoolgirl? You’ll get me expelled.”
I smirk. I know exactly how short that plaid skirt is. Cheeky panties peeking. Curve of her ass out. Silky thighs for days. She’s going to look like an absolute slut strutting across campus on my arm, and I plan to enjoy every second of it.
“Not with my collar around your neck. Tell everyone you’re Aiden Cardell’s pet. They’ll back off.”
A dramatic sigh blasts from her chest as she paces the room like she’s weighing her options. “You want me to get dressed in front of you, I suppose.”
“Of course,” I say, leaning back on the bed, lacing my hands behind my head. “And take your time.” I cross my ankles and get comfortable.
With a wiggle, she lets the towel drop, then turns around,bends all the way over until I can see everything. Tight asshole (that’s going to change), pretty pink pussy, and small tits hanging between her spread legs. She tugs up her lacy cheeky panties, then the tiny skirt. Red lacy bra goes underneath a tied white top, unbuttoned almost all the way.
“You want the stockings and pigtails, too, I assume…lord.”
“Yes, baby. You know me so well…” It comes out quick, too naturally, and the air stills. We pause as the unspoken meaning behind the sentence hits us both like a car wreck. She does know me. And I hate it. “You’re missing one piece, though.”