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“You’re not satisfied enough? You don’t think I’ve done enough to redeem myself?”

“I don’t know,” I say, shrugging and feeling confused. I want to climb back into bed with him. I want to be in his arms. I want him kissing me again. But in my heart I’m not sure I’ve completely forgiven him. “You did some pretty awful stuff to me, Stone.”

He tugs me closer. “I know I did, and I’d do anything to make it up to you, Rhi. So, if you want to punish me, you go right ahead.”

“Punish you?” I hiss. “What? Throw ham sandwiches at your head? Tip shit all over your face? Chain you to the bed?”

“If it makes you feel better. If it means you’ll forgive me.” He curls his arms around my waist and whispers in my ear, “Miss Blackwaters, if you’d like to chain me to the bed then you can.”

“It’s tempting,” I say as he sucks on my throat.

He chuckles. “I bet it is.”

8

Stone

When I made the suggestion,I’d made it in jest. I didn’t expect her to take up the offer, but then I should know by now that this girl doesn’t do anything by halves. Plus she’s damn determined when she wants to be. Right now, she’s angry with me, angry I won’t unlock more of those memories, angry at how I treated her. She wants to make me pay and if paying involves her taking my hand and leading me to my bedroom, I’m not going to complain. In fact, I’m positively excited about the idea, my cock already hard in my pants as I imagine lying out on my back, chained to the bed as the little thing bounces on my cock, or sucks me off. Yeah, that’s one punishment I can get on board with.

When we enter the bedroom, she strides over to the window and yanks the curtains closed, then she spins to face me, one of those fiery looks on her brow.

“Where do you want me, Miss Blackwaters?” I smirk. “I’m all yours to command.”

“Do you promise that, Professor? Promise you’re going to do as I say?”

“Scout’s honor,” I say, giving her a little salute.

“You were never a scout,” she says with disdain.

“No, but I wanted to be.”

“Just promise me,” she says.

I meet her eye. “Rhi, I’m trying to make things up to you and I’d do anything you ask to make that happen. So I give you my word. You’re in charge here. You’re in command.” Am I an asshole? Because this seems too easy, too enjoyable. I like the idea of the little bratty thing taking the reins, showing me just what she wants.

“Okay, then, Professor, take off your clothes.”

“Not even a please, jeez,” I say with a wink, unbuttoning my shirt, enjoying the way her eyes darken as I strip off the thing. “All my clothes?” I ask, as I toss the shirt towards her feet.

“All,” she confirms.

I unbuckle my belt and slide my pants and boxers off together, throwing those onto the pile too and standing in front of her, my cock pointing right her way. I reach down to fist it in my hand but she shakes her head.

“Want to come touch me instead?” I ask her.

“Not yet,” she says, “we haven’t got to the chaining bit.”

I chuckle. I’d almost forgotten that bit.

“Where do you want me, then, Miss Blackwaters?” I take a step towards her, hoping she wants me between her thighs.

“Lying on your back on the bed.” A smile plays across my lips as that image of what’s to come plays out in my mind. My cock grows impossibly harder, precome dribbling from the tip.

I slump down onto the bed, shifting along until I’m laid out in the middle. Then I lift my fists and offer up my wrists. “All ready for you, Miss Blackwaters.”

“Hands by your sides, Professor.” I do as she says, and she waves her hand through the air, cool metal chains weaving across the bed and coiling themselves around my ankles and my wrists. Just like mine had done that night in the motel. I tug against them, testing the constraint. They’re tight, powerful. Nothing I couldn’t blast through if I needed to though.

“Satisfied?” I ask.