Page 15 of Beg Me
"No?"
I swallow hard. "No, you didn't give me permission."
"And you did anyway." His thumb traces my lower lip, the gentle touch at odds with his hard words. "Took what wasn't offered. What does that make you?"
"Disobedient," I whisper.
"That's right." His fingers trail down my throat, resting lightly where my pulse hammers beneath the skin. "And what happens to disobedient toys?"
A shiver runs through me that has nothing to do with the aftershocks still trembling through my body. "They get punished."
"Very good." His approval, even in this context, sends a perverse thrill through me. "At least you understand the consequences of your actions."
He leans closer, his breath warm against my ear. "I'm going to punish you now, Tess. Not because I'm angry, but because you need to learn. Because you're worth the effort of teaching."
The words sink into me, triggering something deeper than fear or arousal, a recognition that this isn't just about power or pleasure. It's about being seen, being valued enough to be corrected.
"Yes," I breathe, surrender washing through me anew.
"Beg me for it." His voice is dark and commanding.
I meet his eyes, no longer hiding from what I want, what I need. "Please punish me."
A slow, dangerous smile spreads across his face. "Good girl. Now let's go upstairs and teach you a lesson."
SEVEN
Colt leads me away from the main room, his hand possessive on the small of my back. We wind through a corridor, passing doors marked with discreet numbers. He stops at the last one, sliding a key card through the reader. The lock clicks open.
"After you," he says, his voice carrying that same commanding tone that makes my knees weak.
I step inside, my heart hammering against my ribs. The room is simple but thoughtfully arranged. A large bed with black sheets, a padded bench, and a dresser with what I assume are implements I'm not ready to think about yet. I catch sight of myself in the mirrored wall as Colt closes the door behind us.
I hover near the center of the room, unsure what to do with my hands, my body, myself. The vibrator is still inside me, silent now but a constant reminder of my failure, my disobedience. My pussy clenches around it, still sensitive, still wanting.
Colt forces me to face the mirror. "Look at yourself."
The woman staring back at me is almost unrecognizable. My hair is a mess, tangled from Colt's fingers. My eyeliner has smudged beneath my eyes, giving me a wild, disheveled look. My skin is flushed pink from my cheeks down to where my chestdisappears beneath my top. I look thoroughly debauched, and we've barely begun.
Colt appears behind me in the reflection, his presence dwarfing mine. His hands settle on my shoulders, strong and steady, and his eyes meet mine in the mirror. "Do you see what I see?"
I shake my head, transfixed by our reflection. Him so controlled, me so undone.
He leans down, his lips brushing against my ear. "I see a dirty little slut who couldn't even follow one simple rule."
The words send a jolt through me, my pussy clenching again around the toy. I should take offense. Instead, I'm melting.
"Look at you," he continues, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through me. "Cheeks flushed, pupils blown, practically dripping down your thighs. And all because I called you exactly what you are."
His hands slide from my shoulders down my arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake. One hand moves to my waist while the other travels up to my throat, not squeezing, just resting there. A reminder of his control.
"What are you, Tess?" he asks, his eyes locked on mine in the mirror.
"Your toy," I whisper, the words coming easier now, like a confession I've been waiting to make.
"That's right." His approval washes over me. "My pretty toy that needs some discipline."
His hand tightens slightly on my waist, pulling me back against him. I can feel his hardness pressing against my lower back, and knowing he's affected too sends another rush of heat through me.
