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His lips parted. “Oh. But I assumed—”
“Well, you assumed wrong. And look where that got you.”
His brows furrowed. “Wait… that was a punishment?”
“It was,” I said simply. “I would never have put you on display on our
first official day. But you earned it. Of course,” I added with a teasing
smirk, “I enjoyed your mouth on me immensely. We should probably
do that in public more often.”
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His eyes shot wide, horror and arousal colliding at once.
I chuckled, pulling him closer into my arms, kissing him deeper until
his body trembled against mine and every thought slipped away.
When all the tension finally melted from that handsome face and I
felt him ease against me, I broke the kiss before things got too heated
too fast. I pressed my forehead to his and whispered, “Good boy. You handled yourself well tonight, I’m proud of you.”
His lashes fluttered, surprise breaking through his pout, and I smiled faintly. “And for the record,” I added, brushing my thumb over the O-
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ring at his throat, “I know that cage wasn’t easy. Not for a second. But
you endured it–beautifully.”
Relief lit his eyes as I pulled him up with me and guided him to the bathroom to take it off. I laid the device carefully in the sink, a
gleaming reminder of just how far he’d come tonight.
“Go on,” I said, nodding toward the toilet. “Take a minute.”
He disappeared behind the door for a few moments, then returned, walking looser, lighter. The tension in his shoulders had eased, his
expression calmer… For second.
“Grab the crop,” I said evenly.
He froze mid–step. “But… Sir, I thought you said that was my
punishment earlier…”
I arched a brow. “For what you did at the club? Yes. And you served that punishment already. But the crop is for everything since you got home–cursing, not addressing me properly, stripping like a teen instead of a submissive, ignoring posture, and now…” I leaned forward, eyes narrowing just enough to make his stomach flip. “…for
asking me why.”
A holy shit nearly slipped off his lips before he bit it back. His wide
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eyes cut to me, panic and disbelief tumbling together, and I had to
smother a laugh. He looked like a kid realizing he’d just racked up
every detention slip in school history within fifteen minutes.
Of course I wasn’t going to count each offense. I wasn’t an asshole.
But he needed to know I saw them. That I kept track. That he was
accountable. Always.
“Position,” I ordered softly.
To his credit, he didn’t argue. He fetched the crop, set it on the bed,
and dropped smoothly into place. Knees spread, chest lowered, ass
high. A perfect offering. My perfect offering..
Christ, the temptation to just push inside him then and there almost
cracked my control. But tonight wasn’t about giving in to my cock. It
was about structure. Balance. Teaching him where he stood.
Focus, Aiden.
I picked up the crop and laid five deliberate strikes across his ass,
each one sharp enough to sting but measured enough to be endured.
He tensed, shuddered, whimpered through his teeth, but he didn’t
break.
When the fifth landed, I dropped the crop onto the mattress. “That’s
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- it. One point tonight. Not five. Not ten. One. For the transgression
itself–not every little mess–up. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” he breathed, still trembling, still holding the position like
it was the only thing keeping him from falling apart.
“Good boy.”
I smoothed a hand over the welted skin, rubbed gently, then tapped
his hip. “Up. Shower. Clean yourself off and meet me in bed.
Tomorrow’s a big day–for both of us.”
His legs were shaky when he stood, but the look in his eyes… devoted.
Mine. Always mine.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
