Page 96 of Beautifully Ruined

Fuck, Thomas was right.

She’s as naked as anything under here. Delicious and warm. And delightfully embarrassed.

Her skin takes on a rosy hue as I put it all together.

And I forget my anger as I pull out my hand and loosen another button, enjoying the emerging view as I undo the next.

I smile. “Is this why you wouldn’t give up your coat? You really are completely naked under the coat?”

She looks down, nodding.

I take her lapels and pull her to me, and I kiss her, plunging my tongue into her mouth as I toy with hers, my cock basically dripping in my pants with pre cum. I can feel it. And I’m betting,as her lips cling to mine as she moans and her tongue claims mine, that she’s wet and dripping, too.

We’re close enough to the apartment building, and the street’s quiet, one that’s residential and not full of shops, restaurants, and bars. One of the reasons I chose it.

I release Vi and tap on the window, motioning for the driver to pull over.

He does.

“Where are we?” She looks around. “Manhattan, obviously, but you don’t live here.”

I push open the door and climb out. Then I look back in at her, holding the door. “Get out of the car, Vi.”

She gives me a look like I’m crazy.

But she does it, one long leg encased in fine black silk after the other. The firm, naked flesh I glimpse above the band of lace that holds the stockings in place a thrill that strokes my balls because I know she’s naked.

The bare flesh tells me that.

I cage her in as she stands there. “Take off your coat and give it to me.”

Her eyes widen. “Seriously? We’re in the street. This is New York City?—”

“There’s no one around. Much. No bars here.” I smile slow. “You know I want you to. You know you want to, too.”

“We’re not even near your place.”

I shrug, amused at her horrified expression, pulled in by the lust starting to show. “So? We’ll walk.”

“This isn’t the Lower East Side.”

“So?” I look her up and down. “You’ve been bad, and this is your punishment. I’m going to make you walk home. Naked.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Look at me, Vi, and tell me. Do you think I’m joking?”

She breathes in deep. “I—” Her eyes find mine. “No, I don’t.”

“Take off the fucking coat.”

Her fingers shake as they undo the next button, then the belt and finally, the last two buttons. But she holds it tight, shut.

“Why are we here?”

I don’t answer her.

We’re close to the building, it’s just half a block away. But I’m not telling her that. “Because this is your punishment. I’ll keep you safe. As always.”