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His lips rise to my ear as the hand on my waist slides lower, over my stomach, down to my clenched thighs. “I still haven’t punished you for not obeying me while I was gone. You haven’t taken care of yourself, haven’t eaten since Sofia left, haven’t gone to your appointments. You’ve been a bad girl, Ana, and it’s time for your punishment now.”

I can feel myself starting to tremble, the arousal growing until I can feel it, sticky against my inner thighs. I shiver with the sudden, delicious mixture of fear and desire that spreads through me at his warning.

“I’m not going to hurt you, Ana,” he murmurs, his fingers sliding between my thighs. “I would never hurt you. I never want to cause you pain. But I’m still going to punish you.”

“Pleasing me isn’t a punishment,” I whisper breathlessly, twisting in his lap so that I can see his face. “I don’t understand—”

There’s a dark look in Liam’s eyes as he starts to push my thighs apart, a wicked smile spreading over his face. “Oh, believe me, Ana, it can be.”

“I don’t understand—”

He turns my face away from him, his hand gently pressing against my throat again as he pulls my head back against his shoulder so that I’m leaning fully against him, bare and vulnerable in his lap. “Spread your legs for me, Ana. Don’t make me ask you twice.”

I couldn’t have if I’d wanted to. His voice is dark, mesmerizing, wrapping around me like smoke and lulling me into the soothing embrace ofobeying, giving me what I needed, what I craved. Some small part of me, I know, was hoping for this when I’d disobeyed him. It hadn’t been a conscious decision to spiral back into that dark place that would keep me from doing what he’d asked me to do, but I know a part of me wanted this. I wanted to find out what Liam would do if pushed, what he would do tome.

It’s not what I expected at all.

Slowly, I spread my thighs open, squeezing my eyes tightly shut as my face flames to my hairline, pink with shame. The moment my thighs part, I feel the arousal trickling from my pussy, leaving a wet spot on his leg.

“That’s a good girl,” Liam murmurs, his hand stroking up my inner thigh. “Spread yourself wide for me, Ana, so I can touch all of that sweet pussy. I’d bet good money you’re wet for me already, ah!” His fingers reach the upper part of my inner thigh, where my skin is already wet, and he groans against my ear, his hand on my throat flexing lightly.

“So wet already. You want this, don’t you? You want to know how I’ll punish you, how I can turn pleasure into a reminder to obey me.” His fingers slide higher, brushing against my slightly opened, swollen folds, and I gasp at the pleasure that jolts over my skin even at the light touch.

“I’m going to tease you until you come, Ana,” he murmurs, his breath warm against the shell of my ear. “But you’ll have to be a good girl and beg for it. Don’t you dare come until I tell you that you can, you understand me?” His fingers brush over my folds again, teasing the swollen flesh. “Bad girls don’t get to come without permission.”

“Oh god—” I gasp, moaning as his fingers delve between, stroking around my entrance, sliding through the wetness gathered there. “Liam, please—”

“Already begging.” He chuckles darkly, his fingers slowly tracing higher towards my aching clit. “Did you touch yourself while I was gone? How many times did you come while I was away?”

“None,” I whisper. “I was upset, I—”

“No wonder your pussy is so hungry for me then, little lass.” His tongue traces the edge of my earlobe, sucking it between his lips as his fingers crawl torturously upwards towards my clit. “You must need to come so badly.”

“Liam—”

“Ah, I love when you moan my name like that, lass.” He presses a kiss to my throat, just above where his fingers are wrapped gently around it, holding me in place. “I dreamed of you moaning it just like that, every time I stroked my cock thinking about you. And I’m still so fucking hard for you. Do you feel it?” He shifts against me in the same instant that his fingers finally find my clit, circling the hard, throbbing nub. I cry out with the jolt of intense pleasure that tightens every muscle in my body as he presses me downwards against his throbbing shaft.

“God, yes, Liam—” I gasp, grinding backward against him, sliding my ass against the thick ridge. I’m already so turned on that I barely care that I’m soaking the fabric beneath me even more as I grind on him. “I want it, please—please fuck me, Liam. I want to come with your cock in me, please—”

He chuckles again, his fingers still slowly teasing my clit. “You have to earn that, lass. We’ve talked about that already. Do you think you earned my cock, while I was gone?”

“No, but—” I whimper, still pushing back against him. “You want to fuck me, I can feel it—”

“This isn’t about what I want.” His hand tightens slightly on my throat, not hard enough to choke, but hard enough to remind me that it’s there, and that, combined with the feeling of his fingers still circling my clit is enough to push me to the edge, my thighs trembling as a fresh wave of arousal gushes from me. “Be still, lass. Stop trying to make me lose control. I won’t, not this time. This is about you. Your punishment for being a bad girl while I was gone.”

The words slide over my skin, silky smooth, and I gasp, arching up into his hand. “I’m sorry, Liam, please—oh god, I’m so close, please let me come—”

“Not yet.” His fingers pull away from my clit, sliding lower instead, towards my entrance again. “Christ, you’re wet. One day I’m going to fuck this sweet hole, Ana, and I’m going to enjoy every second of feeling this hot, wet pussy clenched around my cock.” Two of his fingers circle my entrance as he murmurs against my ear, and as the last words slip out, he pushes them inside, just barely.

My reaction is instantaneous. I push myself down, unable to stop myself from trying to get more of his fingers inside of me, wanting it, needing it. “Liam, please, please—”

“Such a horny little lass.” His hand tightens on my throat warningly. “You get what I decide to give you, lass, until I choose otherwise. This is a punishment, remember?” He jerks his hand away, leaving me untouched and throbbing between my legs, and I swallow hard, nodding.

“I’m sorry—”

“Beg for me to touch you, lass.” His voice darkens, his accent thickening. “Beg for my fingers on your pussy. Beg, and maybe I’ll let you come.”

“Liam—”


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