Page 81 of With this Ring

She could live and die on his approval.

“And what do you want to experience?”

“Anything.” Another spanking like the one he’d given her, the orders, his gruffness, his shocking demands. What else was out there that she’d never experienced?

“Did you want to be on my leash?”

Her stomach plunged. He’d asked that before—jokingly, she’d thought. Had he been serious?

“Naked for me? Chained to the wall?”

Like the woman she’d seen last night.

“While I shove my cock down your throat?” Adding emphasis to his question, he cupped the back of her neck. “Is that it?”

Yes. A thousand times, yes.“That sounds horrible.”

“Does it?” he mused.

Then the terrible Dom leaned in a little closer, giving no quarter.

“So why do I smell your arousal?”

God help her.

“Or did you want to be leaned over the school desk for a spanking like the one we watched together?”

“I told you I’m not a pain slut.”So why am I tingling all over?

“Mmm.”

Ferociously, she scowled. “What the hell does that mean?”

“Just noting what you’re saying.”

She huffed out a breath. “I’m serious about this, Gregorio.”

“Of course you are.”

Maybe his words were meant to reassure her. But they didn’t.

“Have we done anything you hated?”

She exhaled a shaky breath. Of course they hadn’t. “Not so far,” she hedged.

“Do you always have your safe word?”

His voice contained urgency, compelling her to answer. “Yes.”

“And are you curious about what you’re missing?” He traced her bottom lip with his thumbnail. “Do you hunger for something that you can’t name?”

Slowly, she nodded.

“Good. Then let’s get you dressed.”

And he meantlet’s, as in he took care of her.

After easing her from his lap, he helped her into her clothing, even crouching to tie her shoes. When she protested, he waved her off.

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