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“And how did you disobey?” I prompted.
“I came when I wasn’t allowed to,” shebegan, then made a frustrated noise. “I couldn’t help it, though!You’re too good at fucking me. Every time you touch me, I want tocome.”
“You want it?” I clucked my tongue. “Youdon’t get to have something just because youwantit. That’svery greedy of you.”
“I need it,” she revised, and the words werelost to a groan of mingled pleasure and desire. “When you touch me,Ineedto come, my dragon.”
“I’m still not convinced that you know thedifference between a want and a need.” The timer went off, and Irose to go and help her, though I took my time on my walk to thebed.
“Please! Take it out!” she begged.
“Is being impatient with me going to get youwhat you want?” I scolded her.
“I’m sorry, my dragon. I’m sorry!” shepleaded as I stood over her. “Please, take it out. I promise, I’llnever disobey you again.”
“I don’t believe you.” I sat beside her onthe bed and tugged the ginger root free from her ass. “Especiallysince you don’t know the difference between what you need and whatyou desire.” I slipped my hand beneath her. Her clit was swollenand so sensitive, I could feel her pulse against my fingers as Ipulled the ginger slice away. “You wanted an orgasm so much, youtook one. When they belong to me.”
“I know, they belong to you, my dragon. I amso sorry—”
“Not as sorry as you’re going to be.” I ranmy fingertip over the top of her clit, then tossed the root in thetrash. “Follow me to the bathroom. Do not touch yourself.”
I washed my hands at the sink, suppressing agrin as she danced on the balls of her feet. Without any haste, Idried my hands and took a washcloth from the cabinet and wet itunder the cold tap. “Clean yourself up. Leave the door open, so Iknow you’re not in here relieving yourwant. Because you’renot going to orgasm today.”
“But—” she began, her eyes opening wide asshe silenced herself.
“The good thing about the ginger is, afterthe juice is wiped away, the effect lingers. I’m sure you’ll bepainfully sensitive all day. Desperate to come. And you’re notallowed to until eight-thirty tomorrow morning.” It was going to beas much torture for me as it would be for her. I wanted to drop tomy knees and suck that aching clit into my mouth, to make herscream and writhe and come so hard, over and over, until she beggedme to stop. And even then, I was hungry enough that I would keepgoing.
Hunger. Breakfast. Her food is gettingcold.
I took her against my body for a briefembrace and handed her the washcloth. “There. Hurry, while the foodis still hot.”
I left the bathroom, laughing at her hugesigh of relief behind me.
* * * *
Charlotte was a vision, easily outshiningthe beauty of the landscaping and fountains in the garden. Notopiary could compete with her figure in her long, airy dress,printed all over with vibrant green leaves and pale flowers. Aslender strap held the dress up by looping around her neck andtying at her nape. It took all my self-control to not whisk her offinto the hedge maze and give that bow a tug.
Self-control and a healthy fear of gettingmy teeth rearranged by her brother. Scott had been at the party forhalf an hour now, and he’d made no move to speak to either ofus.
It didn’t bother me as much as it seemed tobother Charlotte.
“What’s he going to do, avoid us for therest of our lives?” She hastily corrected, “Our relationship?”
As far as I was concerned, those two thingswere the same. But she wouldnotwant to hear that. “Givehim space. He’s in arguably the tougher position, here.”
“How so?” she grumbled. There was no doubtthat her punishment was greatly influencing her mood. She’d beendownright petulant ever since I’d made my “no orgasm”decree.
I loved it.
“Well,” I began, considering my wordscarefully. “In the first place, he’s in my home territory. I have atactical advantage. If I don’t want to speak to him, I can ask himto leave, or I can disappear off somewhere. He doesn’t have theluxury of doing that. And that home court advantage extends to you,because you’re my guest here. Second, you and I are facing anawkward situation together. He’s doing it alone.”
Her expression softened somewhat. “I guessyou have me on a technicality. But he’s my brother. I don’t extendas much grace to him as you do. Those are the rules ofsiblinghood.”
“Oh, I believe you,” I said, spotting thebane of my existence across the courtyard. My sister had schmoozedher way down from the terrace, past the fountain, and was nowdangerously close. I hoped she wouldn’t bother to speak to us, butshe spotted Charlotte, and her eyes narrowed.
“Great, she’s making a beeline for us,” Imuttered, taking a sip from my gin and tonic.
“A beeline made by a very angry bee.”Charlotte supplied, hiding her mouth behind her hand.