Page 96 of Unfolding Kiara

I sneaked in behind her and whispered, “Hey, Kiara.”

She screamed, turning around and swatting my chest. I cackled with laughter as she saw me and took a deep breath, her hand over her chest. She closed her eyes and leaned back on the counter.

“Hai Bhagwan. You scared the shit out of me, E.”

“Didn’t you hear me open the door? Walk in?”

Kiara pursed her lips and shook her head, blush blooming on her cheeks. “No, I didn’t,” she mumbled. “How was the shoot? Did you make anyone pee their pants today?”

“Not really. Why are you so jumpy?” I asked. “How was the appointment?”

Gulping nervously, she looked away and walked past me, so much so that she even ignored the bakery bag.Okay, something is wrong. I followed her after keeping the cake in the fridge and asked, “What happened, Kiara?”

Ignoring me, she opened the door to my room. (Technically, it was ours as she slept with me.) I blindly followed her, holding her wrist in my grip. I whirled her around.

“What. Happened?”

This time she had enough sense to look at my face and bit her bottom lip. “Promise you won’t be mad at me?” She looked guilty and her expression was wounded. I was taken aback.Did something happen during her therapy?

Furrowing my eyebrows, I rubbed my thumb over the pulse of her wrist, her heartbeat increasing. I asked her worriedly, “Tell me what happened, Bella.”

She looked down and mumbled something incoherent.

“I can’t hear you, Kia.”

Kiara looked up from beneath her lashes. “I may or may not have touched myself.”

My hand froze, and I let go of her hand. She stilled, noticing the change in my gaze and looked down, her shoulders slumping.

That was one thing I did not like.

“What did you do?” I asked, my voice stern as I walked around her, putting down my phone and keys. I wanted to reward her today and probably watch a movie while eating the chocolate cake, but it looked like I had to change my plans.

When she didn’t reply, I turned around and saw her linger on the doorframe. I pursed my lips. “Remove that t-shirt and get on the bed, Kiara,” I said firmly, crossing my arms.

Her legs moved, her shaking hands removing the t-shirt, allowing me to gaze at her petite body in black lace lingerie and garter belts.Fuck. I clenched my jaw and kept it in my pants.

This was not for my pleasure.

I stepped toward the bed and she didn’t meet my eyes, her eyes facing down. I made her look at me, holding her jaw in a light grip. “Tell me exactly what you did, Kiara, and I may consider punishing you less,” I said, leaning down and unclasping the hooks of her bra and removing it.

“I . . .uh, I used my fingers.” Her cheeks flushed red, her blush creeping from her neck. “I touched myself, imagining you telling me what to do and I—”

I laid her back on the bed. Kiara cried out when I smacked her pussy through the lace and growled, “What did you imagine? I asked you to tell me everything, Kiara.”

Kiara took a sharp breath, her eyes flaming with lust. “I thought of you having me in every position, making me beg and edging me to orgasm.”

I raised my eyebrow, my eyes twinkling with desire as I licked my lips and leaned down. My hand wrapped around her throat, a breathy gasp escaping her lips when mine brushed her ear. “I would have done exactly that and more, but unfortunately someone broke one rule.” I pulled away, watching her bite her bottom lip and continued, “You could have called me, and I would have made you come, but you didn’t. I even bought a chocolate cake for you, Kiara.”

Her eyes widened, and a small pout covered her lips. “Can’t we do this after eating the cake?Please?”

I chuckled, shaking my head, “Not before I punish my bad girl.”

Trailing my hand down, I found her lacy thong soaking in her juices. My fingers massaged her sex, soft hums escaping her lips. The scent of her feminine arousal was in the air, musky and tangy as Kiara licked her lips, spreading her legs wider.

I glared at her, clenching my jaw, and turned her around, smacking her ass before I took her wrists in my hand. “Don’t try to seduce me, Bella. You are not getting out of this without getting punished,” I chided and took the small nylon rope which was thick and sturdy but felt comfortable on her skin without bruising her. “Keep your hands over your back.”

I knew exactly what to do with my naughty vixen.

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