Page 84 of Twisted Proposal

"You are being punished. Fighting me will only make it worse." My words dropped like stones in still water, each one causing ripples of fear to wash over her features.

"Wait, Artem, stop, please. I have something I want to say." Her voice had shifted from anger to something softer, more calculating.

"Every second you stall, the worse it's going to be. Do you still have something to say?" I arched my eyebrow as I dared her to keep going, to test the razor's edge of my patience.

She swallowed and took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the effort, gathering her strength before nodding and looking me in the eye.

The bravery there almost gave me pause. Almost.

Letting go of her hair, I put my hands on my hips, ready to grab her if she tried to make a run for it. "Then speak."

Her eyes went around the room again while she wet her lips, the pink tip of her tongue leaving a glistening trail that caught the light, and I undid my belt, pulling the leather from the loops on my slacks with an audiblewhooshthat made her flinch.

"Look." She still couldn't meet my eyes, so she pulled her hoodie off and gazed around the room as if she was trying to figure out something, her mind working faster than her mouth. "I didn't understand that I was in trouble. I know my father did bad things, but it didn't even occur to me that his enemies would try to get to me. What you said makes sense and I want to apologize."

"Apologize?" The word tasted foreign on my tongue, suspicious.

She sank her teeth into her bottom lip and nodded, leaving indentations in the plump flesh.

Then she stepped forward, reaching out to undo the button on my pants, her fingers trembling slightly but her movements deliberate as she dropped to her knees, the sound of them hitting the floor sending a jolt of arousal through me.

"Instead of punishing me for being bad, why don't you let me apologize like the good girl you want me to be," she said softly, looking up at me, her big blue eyes framed by thick lashes spiked with unshed tears. Her nose nuzzled the outline of my cock straining against the fabric.

It was tempting, the sight of her on her knees before me, offering submission in place of the punishment she deserved.

But she was still going to get punished.

Consequences couldn't be bartered away with pleasure, no matter how sweet.

"Do you think your apology is going to be enough to make up for what you did? I was forced to leave an important meeting, to let others handle my responsibilities because I had to go chase after you." My voice was tight with controlled rage, each word measured.

"Please, let me try." She ran her hands over my thighs, the heat of her palms scorching through the fabric, up to my hard cock, stroking it through my pants for a moment, before sliding my zipper down with agonizing slowness.

"Then try." I shrugged, feigning indifference while my blood pounded in my veins. "But when it's not enough, I'm still going to punish that sweet ass of yours."

"I'm sorry," she said as she took my cock out, running her soft hands from the root to the tip. And then she leaned up to kiss the tip, a barely there brush of her lips, before running her tongue over my shaft then sucking the head into her mouth, her eyes never leaving mine.

The way her hot little tongue explored me was fucking heaven, the wet heat of her mouth a stark contrast to the room’s chill.

But she should already have been on her knees when I got home every single day, ready to suck my cock to say thank you for everything I had given her, everything I was going to give her.

Her lips were soft, warm, and just not enough.

I could only think of her running from me.

Right now, I was too angry to let her take care of me, too far gone to be soothed by her belated submission.

Too bad for her. She wasn’t going to take her punishment away from me.

I grabbed her hair, fisting it to hold her head still as I thrust my cock to the back of her throat.

She gagged and tried to pull away, her eyes widening in panic, but I held her still for a good fifteen seconds, feeling her throat contract around me.

When I pulled back it was only to let her take a quick, gasping breath before I pushed in again.

I fucked her throat hard and fast, the tears spilling down her cheeks turning her blue eyes impossibly bright, like sapphires catching the light.

Still I fucked her harder, waiting until she gave up trying to pull away from me and went lax in my grip, surrendering completely to my control.