The Men with the Golden Cuffs (Masters and Mercenaries #2)(119)

Dominik stood and Oriana took a quick step back. "Fuck you? When did any of us f*ck you?" He strode across the long balcony, and his lips curved up as the wall blocked her retreat. His hand on the railing prevented her from slipping past him. "As I recall, you continued f*cking me when I told you to stop. I fully intend to punish you for that."

Her eyes went big and round as the full moon overhead. "You do?"

"Yes." He held out his hand, then waited. She placed her fingers on his palm. He shook his head and took hold of her wrist. "Even if a punishment isn't immediate, it's always inevitable. Understand?"

The pulse under his palm quickened. Nervous little bunny. "I think so."

"Good." He towed her with him to the lounge chair, then released her. She fidgeted while he reclined on the chair, and her eyes flicked uneasily in the direction of the door. He counted down from ten. By the time he reached one, she'd stopped fidgeting. A quick study on patience. He smiled. Next lesson. "Now strip."

"I don't—" She clamped her lips shut and ground her teeth. Without another word, she peeled off the oversized shirt. She was naked underneath.

If she's a switch, I'm a f*cking Bruin. No switch that he'd ever met obeyed commands this readily outside of play. He trailed his gaze over her, admiring the body he'd touched and tasted and possessed, from her curvy thighs and her delicious *, all the way up to her equally delicious lips.

"Brave girl," he said. "I didn't think you'd be comfortable being so exposed outside, but, aside from a negligible protest, you did as you were told. I'm impressed."

Her teeth worried her plump bottom lip, but her eyes glowed with pleasure. She'd likely forgotten they were outside, yet, even with the reminder, her need to please over-rode her shyness.

"Come here, Oriana." He sat up and patted his knee. "Sit."

She perched on his knee and folded her arms over her breasts. "Is my punishment over?"

"Punishment?" He pried her arms apart, then arched a brow when she tried to put them back. Her eyes narrowed. She licked her lips. Then lowered her arms to her sides. "Fingers laced behind your neck." When she complied, he wrapped an arm around her waist and scooted her up his thigh. Her small, soft body fit nicely against his big, hard chest. "That wasn't a punishment. I just wanted to look at you."

"Oh." She bowed her head. "So I guess now you'll—"

"Now, we'll have a chat." He watched her chest rise and fall with each rapid inhale, causing her breasts to jiggle. Interesting. The idea of a "chat" increased her anxiety more than the prospect of being punished. That would have to change. "Are you okay with what happened earlier?"

"Sort of." She ducked her head. "As long as I don't think about it too much."

Should I be insulted? After wetting the tip of his finger with his tongue, he traced the pale, brown areola of one breast. Her little wiggles forced him to shift her away from his swelling cock before she crushed it. "And why's that?"

She curved her spine, and her eyes fluttered shut. "Because I liked being fondled by all of you. Once we started, I couldn't care how slutty I might look. But I'm afraid of what will happen tomorrow. We can't keep doing this."

Probably not. But . . . . "There will be plenty of tomorrows. There's only one tonight."

"I know." She hissed in a breath as he circled his fingertip closer and closer to her very hard nipple. Her eyes shot open when he pinched it. "Ouch!"

"Straddle my thighs, Oriana." His jaw clenched as the thick head of his dick rubbed the rough insides of his jeans. "Keep your hands behind your neck, then stay perfectly still. Your punishment should fit the crime. Once you've come a few times, I may show mercy."

The swift way she complied gave him primal satisfaction. Her arousal sweetened the salty sea air. He had all the time in the world, and he planned to use it.