“Maybe.”
“I’d say definitely. I did go easy on you. Next time I’ll have to make it hard and fast. Of course, there are also other ways I can punish you.”
“Do we really have to sit here and talk about punishment?” she moaned.
He cupped her breast, running his thumb over the nipple. She gasped.
“Why, was there something else you had in mind?”
“Yesss,” she cried as he pinched the nipple.
“What was it?” he asked before nibbling at her neck.
“Please, fuck me.”
“Hmm, I’m not sure you should receive pleasure after a punishment.”
She gaped up at him, only to find him grinning down at her.
“Please, Sir.” She gazed up at him, blinking her lashes. “I’ll be good.”
Alex chuckled. “Not too good, I hope.” He moved, rolling until she was under him. He kissed her, sweeping his tongue inside to battle with hers. Tara thrust her hips up against him, wanting more.
“Lie still,” he growled. “Or I’ll tie you down and play with you to my heart’s content.”
She shivered, almost begging him to do just that.
“Hmm, seems you like that idea, sweetheart.” He pinched one of her nipples.
She arched back with a hiss. He took the nipple into the warmth of his mouth, soothing it. Alex knelt between her spread legs and ran his gaze over her slowly. Tara lay there, feeling her cheeks warm as he studied every inch.
“Damn, you’re beautiful.”
She looked up at him shyly. “Really?”
“God, yes. Incredibly beautiful.” He kissed his way down her neck. “So sexy.” He cupped her right breast and flicked the nipple with his tongue then did the same to her left nipple.
“Delicious.”
Standing, he pulled her up then steered her over to the corner of the room where a full-length mirror stood.
“Legs spread, head up and eyes on yourself. Any time you look away means a minute of torture for you.”
“Torture?” she squeaked.
His grin was evil.
Alex stood behind her, towering over her. He was nearly a foot taller than her petite five two. He was still dressed, which gave her an added sense of vulnerability as they stood in front of the mirror. Tara hunched her shoulders as she stared at herself.
“Alex, I don’t think—”
“Shh,” he said, not unkindly as he placed his hands on her shoulders. “You can do this. You will do it. Now straighten up.”
She pushed her shoulders back.
“Good girl.”
A feeling of warmth infused her. Alex raised an eyebrow. “Liked that, did you? You want to be my good girl, Tara?”