CHAPTER 63
“You didn’t follow directions,” he murmurs, voice calm. “Now you need to take your punishment.”
I swallow, trembling—not from fear.
Not really.
It’s the danger—the ache of wanting something I shouldn’t—that trips my pulse.
He releases my nipple with a pinch that makes me arch.
Then he stands, looming over me.
“We’re going to see how well you can obey now,” he says, voice like smoke. “Are you ready, Sunshine?”
My stomach knots. My heart hammers. But I nod.
Because I want it. I need it.
Whatever’s about to happen, I’ll take it to keep feeling this.
He smiles behind the mask—a shift I feel more than see.
“Spread your legs for me.”
I do it, settling against the cool sheets, baring myself, heart pounding so hard it might be audible.
“Wider,” he says, an edge in his tone.
I shift my knees farther apart, burning with the shame of letting him see me like this.
“Good girl,” he praises, making my feet flex.
He opens the nightstand drawer and pulls out my pink vibrator.
My whole body locks up.
“I’m going to watch you fuck yourself.”
“I—” My voice cracks. “I’ve never... in front of someone. I don’t know if I can.”
I say it because I can’t bear to disappoint him.
But he just chuckles—dark and knowing.
“That won’t be a problem tonight, Sunshine. Now, touch yourself with it.”
I lick my lips, hand trembling as I slip it between my legs and turn it on. The first touch makes me gasp.
“Slow,” he says, arms crossed, watching like a king. “Close your eyes, baby.”
I do, circling my clit, trusting he’ll keep his distance.
“Good,” he murmurs. “Now a little harder. Press into it.”
I obey, my body responding more easily than it ever has.
A whimper breaks from my throat.
“Slide two fingers inside. Slow. Stretch yourself.”
I do—wet and desperate.
He groans, low and rough.
“Now pull out. Play with your clit again.”
The commands keep coming—soft, dark, relentless.
And I follow every one.
Touching. Stroking. Pushed to the edge, the climax is building—sharp and fierce?—
“Stop,” he orders.
I freeze, my whole body shaking from the denial.
Frustration and need twist together. Unbearable.
He waits until I’m steady again.
Then it starts over.
Pleasure. Denial.
Again and again.
It’s just his voice and my body—desperate need clawing under my skin, my legs twitching, pants and moans filling the room.
By the time I’m crying, it’s not soft.
I’m sobbing.
Mouth open. Gasping. Broken.
“Please,” I choke out. “Please, let me come. I can’t—I can’t—please?—”
He stays silent. Watching.
And I realize I’d do anything if he’d just let me break.
Anything.
Finally, he moves.
Pulls his hoodie over his head in one smooth motion and tosses it aside.
Underneath, a black compression shirt clings to every hard line of muscle.
I groan before I can stop myself.
He loosens his belt, dips his hand below the waistband, and pulls himself free.
My eyes widen.
He’s massive.
Long. Thick.
Heavy in his hand, he strokes himself lazily, like he knows exactly how devastating the sight is.
My walls clench, another orgasm coiling hot and fast just from looking.
He hooks both hands under my knees and drags me down the bed, the sheets rasping against my skin.
I gasp, legs falling open, baring myself completely—and for once, I don’t care how desperate it looks.
I need him.
“Such a whore,” he murmurs, still stroking, gaze locked on mine. “You’re gonna take your reward like a good little slut, aren’t you?”
I whimper, hypnotized by the pump of his hand.
I want to feel that inside me.
“Hands over your head,” he commands, voice rougher now. He takes the vibrator and turns it off.
I obey, placing my hands on the pillow, heart pounding.
For a second, I think he’s just going to watch me.
Then his hand slides between my legs—two fingers circling my clit, slick and slow.
I moan, back arching.
“Let me make you feel good.”
He trails lower, thrusting deep, his thumb ruthless on my clit.
I close my eyes, letting pleasure drown everything else.
“Fuck. You’re so tight.”
Dirty, filthy things pour from his mouth, rasping low. I clench around his fingers, cheeks burning.
He tells me how good I look like this.
How he’s going to ruin me so no one else will ever be enough.
The orgasm builds fast—cresting violently until I can barely breathe.
I cry out, body convulsing around him.
He doesn’t stop.
His fingers work me relentlessly, dragging a second climax almost immediately—sharper, more brutal.
“Fuck, Sunshine,” he groans, voice thick, almost desperate.
He grips his cock tighter, aiming it toward me. When he comes, it’s hot and heavy, mingling with the arousal coating his fingers. It tips me over again so hard I sit up without meaning to, bracing one trembling hand behind me as my hips rock forward, desperate as I come with him.
“Yes!” I gasp. “Please, more.”
I grab his wrist, thrusting against his hand as I ride the waves until there’s nothing left but wreckage.
Something raw and electric buzzing in the space between us.
Slowly, he lifts the bottom of his mask.