Page 61 of Enthrall Climax

“How so?”

“That thing we just did.” I bravely held his gaze. “Being able to hold off for as long as you do. You know so much about everything.”

“How did you feel when Shay dressed you in my jewelry?”

“Aroused.”

“You begged me to take it darker.”

I nodded and rested my head on his chest. “I was aroused for hours.”

His hand slid between my thighs and he cupped my sex, his fingers caressing me there, sending ripples of pleasure throughout my body. “I’m a very generous master, Mia. Nothing gives me more pleasure than knowing you’re wet because of me.”

“That was mild compared to what you really do, right?”

“Small steps.” He grabbed my chin with a flash of power and a shudder of arousal flooded through me.

“Go stand in the corner.”

I pushed myself up so I was sitting on my knees. “Why?”

“Do it.”

Shoving myself off the bed, I padded over to the corner and faced it, my humiliation growing, and yet what followed was a stark arousal I couldn’t ignore.

“Hands behind your back, Mia.” The sound of his voice revealed he was coming closer.

He reached around and placed the tip of his finger on my clit, caressing it in a circular motion, causing me to lose my balance. I brought my hands around and rested my palms on the wall.

“Your cunt is always wet for me,” he whispered in my ear.

“Yes.” His circles were agonizingly slow, a cruel tease that would bring me to orgasm and have me standing here riding through it for ages.

How my sex was even ready to go again I couldn’t fathom, after our marathon session a few hours ago. Maybe this was why he’d insisted we sleep.

His breath brushed my ear. “The photo of me and Shay showed nothing. Because nothing happened.”

“Why am I punished for it?”

“You thrive under punishment.” His hand slid down my back. “Stick your ass out for me.”

I obeyed, sensing that he’d stepped back from me a little.

He spanked my cheek but it only stung a little. “You’re being punished for not showing me the photo the second I walked in.”

“Why were you in that dungeon?”

“To get Shay out.” He gave an exasperated sigh. “He joined The Dionysus Club.”

“Someone is going to try and blackmail you?” I glanced back at him to see if he was going to spank me again.

Instead, his palm caressed my butt with affection. “Go get the photo.” He delivered another spank.

I ran over to the dresser and opened the top drawer, rummaging through my underwear until I was able to fish out the picture. I brought it back to him.

He stared down at it with a frown.

“What if they publish it?” I wrapped my arms around his waist.