“Oh, you’llconsiderit?”She laughed.“Gee, thanks, sir.”
“Make the call,” I insisted.“Before I change my mind about that spanking.”
She peered around her small lounge, excitement gleaming in her eyes.“You wouldn’t dare!Not when I’m so upset.”
“Oh, really?”I arched an eyebrow at her.“You’re daring me?”
“No, sir.”Flustered, she reached inside her bag for her phone.“I’m definitely not doing that.”
“Just wait until I have you all to myself in the Highlands,” I mused as she searched for the number.“We’ll find the perfect spot to tan your needy little backside, little girl.Every.Time.You.Need.It.”
I punctuated the final words, running my digits along her hip and north to her chest as she hit the call button and held the phone to her ear.
“Not now.”She mouthed the words as the call connected, and watching her spring into professional mode, I was forced to agree.
That wasn’t the moment to devour her, but with my wounds healing and the funeral behind her, I was hungrier for Erin than ever.
Chapter Twenty-Four
King of the Castle
Erin
“What was that?”
Eli’s voice boomed across the castle suite that had become our home, and clenching over his lap, I waited for the latest swat to land on my upturned backside.
He delivered it right on time, the spank catching my exposed cheeks and eliciting another guttural whimper from my lips.The strike burned with the others; layer upon layer of decadent heat building into the most magnificent fire.
“Care to rephrase, little girl?”
“Yes, sir.”I hardly knew what I was agreeing to anymore, nor how long he’d had me there, bound and desperate for him.“Sorry, sir.”
The punishment had started in the usual way.The standard ‘he said-she said’ routine morphing into the glorious game that saw me stripped and humbled in the way we both enjoyed the most, but that had been hours ago, hadn’t it?
Straining my memory, I wasn’t so sure.In a world where time had little meaning, there was no more to consider than the sting of his palm, the binds at my skin, and the growing wet need between my legs.
“You are so needy.”
His hand paused, knowing fingers trailing a line between my heated cheeks and over my slick sex.I moaned at the contact, my hips rising and falling in an attempt to provoke more of the stimulation I required.He’d had me there, begging and pleading, but had refused me the privilege of another orgasm until he determined I was ready.After so long being dangled at the end of Eli’s line, my head was clouded with desire—I’d never been readier for anything.
“Please, sir.”
There I was again, imploring him to see reason, but in return, all I received was his throaty laughter, the sound grazing over me like a caress.
“Not yet.”His voice was like a purr.“Not until you’re absolutely frantic for me.”
Frantic?He had to be kidding.Frantic was a dot on the horizon as far as my frayed yearning was concerned.
“Oh, God.”
I splayed my knees wider, wishing I could do more to switch positions, but the spreader bar at my ankles and the silk at my wrists meant that was all but impossible.I would stay ‘in my place’ until Eli was ready to bestow what he owed me.
“Sir will do.”His laughter washed over me again, the rhapsody fading just as his fingertips brushed over my clit.
“Sir!”
I jerked at the impetus, the tiny bundle of nerves more than ready to topple me over the precipice if he’d only give me his damn permission.Of course, I could choose to surrender, regardless.Could have taken the pleasure the next time he offered a fleeting caress, but I dared not risk his wrath.Eli could amplify arousal like no one I’d ever met, but I could also only too easily imagine how he’d ratchet my torment if I displeased him.
