Click.
“Okay!” she cries once more and slams her palms together. “Dear Grayson,pleasestop shocking me. Amen.”
I damn near moan.
Her obedienceandmisery.
“Stand up. Strip. It’s time for your punishment.”
“You shocking me isn’t my punishment—!”
Click.
She gasps, shuddering from the jolt. I lean in, close enough to feel her breath hitch. “No talking. That bratty mouth of yours needs to learn its place.”
Her lips press tight. A flicker of fear. Better.
She frowns.
I grin and clap my hands, praising her for responding with only silence. Of course, my little brat doesn’t return a smile.
“Now, let’s try this again. Stand and undress.”
Begrudgingly, she obeys. Her shirt and bra hang on her cuffed hands. She looks at her toes, her body slumped and awkward.
Cute.
I lift her chin gently, bringing her gaze to mine. “Your attitude is ugly, but that body? Sexy as hell.”
“I am?” she squeaks.
Click.
She crumples, but this time, she falls into me. Her cuffed hands grip my shirt like I’m the only thing keeping her from falling apart. She presses her cheek to my chest, trembling.
Begging without words.
I wrap an arm around her waist, even my fingertips are so possessive of her. My cock’s hard enough it hurts.
And all I can think about is how good she’s going to scream for me... once she finally accepts she’s not leaving.
Not tonight.
Not ever.
Just then, the door creaks open.
Marissa steps inside, heels clicking on the floor. “You ready for us?”
I nod once.
The door swings wide, and her assistants file in, one rolling a padded table, the other setting up a camera on a tall tripod.
Behind me, I feel Charlotte go still.
She presses into my back, her bare chest hidden, clutching the waistband of my pants like it’s a lifeline. Like I’m her lifeline.
“Grayson...” she breathes, voice trembling. “A camera?”
