Page 66 of The KING Review

means you get to dream up just how you’ll put me in my place

and maybe if you’re lucky, I’ll let you make those dreams a reality

are you going to punish me?

tell me you are

what will you do to me?

Me:

God, if we were alone. I’d haul you over my knee and turn that perfect ass red.

I’m so hard it’s painful. It’s also ridiculous. I’ve never been much into impact play, but I crave Neve wearing my handprint on her ass. I shift in my seat, trying to discreetly adjust myself, but it’s borderline impossible. I’m afraid that if I so much as touch myself through the placket of my jeans, I’ll go off in my boxers again.

Don’t:

but we’re not alone, are we?

so what are you going to do?

I look up at her, raising a brow. She raises one in return, as if to say, “Your move.”

My jaw sets as I grit my teeth. Fine. If she wants to play this game, then I’ll play.

Me:

My office, after this study session. Daddy is going to put you in your place, just like you want, baby girl.

Neve’s snort is audible in the quiet room, but nobody except me seems to react to it. She doesn’t lift her gaze, but I know it’s deliberate. She’s playing me like an idiot, and I’m letting her. I’m practically fucking begging her. I’d feel pathetic if she didn’t make me feel so genuinely desired.

Don’t:

no way

that’s not part of our bet

unless you’re ready to admit defeat

I swallow the scoff that wants to sound in my throat. Neve’s gaze flicks up to me. Her eyes are dark, and she’s leaning back in her chair. I bet she’s fucking soaked—it doesn’t do me any good to think about that, but fuck do I want to taste her. I want her all over me. I want her to ride my beard and soak my face.

I scrub a hand over my jaw.

Me:

Since when do you even care about that bet? As far as I’m concerned, that was just a way for you to lure me in, right?

Don’t:

lure you in? Ouch, daddy. You wound me

Me:

Don’t act like it wasn’t.

Don’t:

of course it was