Page 88 of With this Ring

“Can you see how hard they are?”

In a flash, he was on his feet, devouring the distance between them. Restraining his strength, he clamped his hands around her upper arms. “Want to push me, my Petal?”

Oh, yes.

His eyes blazed with passion, and a pulse ticked in his temple.

God, she needed this—him, what they shared.

He kissed her hard, deep, leaving her breathless, her knees weak as he fucked her mouth with his tongue, possessing, claiming.

This passion between them was the piece that had always been missing in her life.

“You’ll be the fucking death of me, Sasha,” he said when he dragged himself away from her.

Good.She didn’t want to go down alone.

“I can’t get enough of you.”

She’d never get enough of him.

He swept her off the floor and carried her to the kitchen island and placed her on the cold stone.

With a shocked gasp, she attempted to escape, but he forced her down onto her back.

“Time for you to learn another lesson.”

He captured her ankles and placed her feet flat on the surface. Then he used his elbows to force her knees apart. “Keep your pussy exposed. It’s mine, and you’ll do as I say.”

She shivered, and not just from the cold.

No matter how much control she thought she had, it was nothing more than an illusion. She only had the power that he granted her.

Chastened, she squirmed just a little, trying to get comfortable. But not even for a second was she tempted to use her safe word.

“Stay where you are.” He leaned over her. “I’ll be back in less than thirty seconds.”

She read the promise in his eyes, and she nodded.

His footfalls were heavy on the wooden floor.

Being here, alone, exposed, nervous about what he had planned, her mind spiraled, and she struggled to bring her breathing under control. She hadn’t experienced anything like this. Never even imagined that this kind of experience even existed. In such a short amount of time, he’d shown her the world.

“Keep your knees apart,” he called across the distance.

How had he known that she’d moved? Maybe it was a guess, or maybe he just knew her.

Moments later, she noticed the ceiling cameras.Of course.She had nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. Even if she could, she wouldn’t want to.

A few moments later, he was back, holding things she couldn’t quite make out, beyond a small bottle and strips of thin leather.

He placed the items above her head, where she couldn’t see them. Curiosity drove her mad. He dropped his bag on one of the stools, then pulled out the gigantic dildo that he had selected earlier.

Frantically, she shook her head. “No, no, no.”

With annoying masculine superiority, he grinned. “There are ways to punish bratty subs that have nothing to do with spanking, which I think you might like a little too much.”

So she didn’t admit to exactly that, she clamped her mouth shut. Having his hands on her was a dream come true.

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