He has no right to sound so hot when telling me not to be a brat. I can even imagine his lowered tone if he were to say the words.
In an attempt to ease the ache that’s blossomed between my thighs, I slide onto the bed and retrieve the ointment, then take a picture and send it over.
Annika:Do you give these to everyone you spank?
Creighton:Only the brats.
My chest aches and I refuse to honor the feeling crawling inside me with a name. Or even my attention.
And no, I’m not going to think about how many women have experienced what I did. That what I consider an awakening of sorts is a normal occurrence for him.
I’m simplynotgoing there.
Annika:I thought the whole purpose of punishment was me feeling pain.
Creighton:It is. But I don’t want it to bruise. Not for long, at least. That way, I can mark it again.
Annika:That started swoony and turned creepy real fast. Oh, and by the way, I’m better. Still sore as hell, but I’ll survive. Thanks for asking.
Creighton:Watch it.
Annika:So I’m just supposed to take it and shut up?
Creighton:Preferably.
Annika:Well, that’s not me.
Creighton:Don’t I know it.
Annika:And you’re okay with it?
Creighton:I’m not.
My chest aches again, that familiar pain becoming more potent than the one on my ass.
Annika:But you still insist on pursuing me.
Creighton:I wouldn’t call it pursuing.
Annika:Then what is it?
Creighton:I’m punishing you, little purple, and I’m getting off on every moment of putting my mark on your translucent skin.
I rub my foot again on my leg. Somehow, the throbbing between my legs has gotten worse and my ass feels like it’s on fire.
He’s a true sadist, isn’t he?
Then why am I not more scared? Hell, the least I can do is stop being intrigued.
Creighton:Is that smart mouth of yours finally speechless?
Annika:Not in this lifetime. I was just thinking.
Creighton:About?
Annika:One: Why do you call me little purple?
Creighton:Aren’t you obsessed with that color?