He cupped her face. “Listen to me, Katherine. The ring is for your protection. We can talk about it if you wish, after you’ve explained to me why you disrespected our agreement.”
There was so much pain in his voice, it caught her off guard. “I didn’t disrespect anything. I wasn’t going to touch anyone, or let anyone touch me.” She paused. She moved her hand down between their bodies, finding his erection. “Not like this,” she said softly.
He claimed her lips like a starving man. He kissed her roughly, his stubble scratching her skin, but she kept her caress light, until he slowed down to fall in with her pace.
When he finally pulled away to look at her, his eyes appeared haunted. “I told you before, Katherine, you have the power to bring me to my knees. All I asked for were thirty days.” He rested his forehead against hers. “Seeing you,” he looked down at her dress, “like this, in his arms…” He shuddered. “I know what he was thinking, because I was thinking it too.”
His confession softened her heart and dampened her anger. She laid her palm on his cheek. “What were you thinking, Lann?”
“That I’ll die if I don’t have you.”
“Then let me make it better,” she whispered.
“We shouldn’t.” He shook his head. “Not like this. I’m too angry.”
She tightened her fingers around his erection. His cock jerked in her palm. “Then punish me.”
His eyes widened. “What are you asking me for?”
She lowered her lashes. “I liked it when you spanked me.”
“I know you did,” he said, his lips inches away from hers, “because it made you wet, but erotic spanking is for your pleasure, and I’m in no mood to give you pleasure right now.”
“But my pleasure will be yours.”
He laughed softly. “If I punish you, it will be my way, and my pleasure.”
His words made her shiver with anticipation. “I think you’re right,” she said, stroking his erection.
He watched her with narrowed eyes. “About what?”
“To have been jealous.”
“Katherine.” His tone held a warning. “You’re playing with fire.”
“Maybe I’d like to burn.”
His face turned hard with desire, his shoulders tense, but he didn’t move.
“I trust you,” she whispered. When he still didn’t react, she said, “This is my fantasy, Lann. Now make it happen.”
It was as if her last words were the magic ones that broke his silent spell. He acted fast, holding her down with his body while his hands went to her thong. In one movement, he jerked it to her knees. In the next, he hitched up her dress. Her breasts turned heavy and aching, reflecting the need between her legs.
He flipped her onto her stomach, and pushed down on her lower back with his palm, keeping her body in place. The buckle of his belt clanked, and then his zipper made a scratchy sound. He opened her legs with his knee, and when she felt his hardness at her entrance, she tensed with anticipation. She wanted it so much.
He bent over her, brushing his lips against her ear. “Like this, Katherine? Is this what you want?”
God, yes. She wanted to be at his mercy. “No. This is too easy, too predictable. Surely you can do better than that?”
He grabbed her wrists behind her back. “Like this?”
Her body tightened in response. “Yes,” she whispered.
Instead of continuing to stage her fantasy, he took her hands, intertwined their fingers, and stretched her arms above her head.
His breath was hot on her cheek. “I won’t hurt you, krasavitsa, but remember, you asked for this.” He pressed forward, the head of his cock entering her. “Is this what you want? Tell me now.”
“Will you punish me?” she asked with a shaky breath as his cock stretched her, willing him to move.
“Yes, your fantasy will be mine.”
“How?”
“By withholding you from pleasure.”
“That doesn’t sound like a punishment.”
“No?” He kissed her naked back. “You will beg for it, that’s a promise.”
“Then make me beg.”
He groaned at her words, and as if that was his affirmation, pressed deeper. Her legs were trapped by her underwear, so she couldn’t open them for him. The resistance made his penetration more intense as he entered her slowly and gently.
“I want to fuck you out of your mind,” he said, his breath warm in her neck, “but it’s been a week.” He moved, but not enough.
“Please, Lann.”
“Did you miss me?” he asked in a deep voice that vibrated in her chest.
“Ah.” She lifted her hips, but he pulled back.
“Did you miss me, krasavitsa?”
She gritted her teeth. If this was his idea of punishment, it was working. This was torture. She couldn’t wait. “I did.”
“Do you mean that?”
“Yes,” she said, biting off the word with a breathless gasp when he inched forward again.
And then he stopped. “How much?”
“A lot,” she said, panting.
He gave her a little bit more and paused again. “Tell me.”