When he started sucking on my tongue, I couldn’t help but moan. God, what is he doing to me?
Is k*ssing supposed to always feel this good?
At the sound of my moan, Griffin paused and pulled back but kept a tight grip on my waist. He rested his forehead against mine, and we were both breathing heavily. His eyes were blown and wild.
“My God,” he whispered, “If I don’t stop myself, I’m going to take you right here, little fox.” (=
The impulsive, hormonal side of me wanted to tell Griffin to keep going, not to stop. If his l*ps felt practically magical, what did other parts of him feel like? Would every physical interaction be this consuming and heated?
“But I have a feeling you’re not ready for that yet, little fox,” Griffin continued. He screwed his eyes shut like the idea of stopping was physically painful for him.
While part of me certainly didn’t want to stop, I also knew he was right. No matter how I felt in the heat of the moment, I wasn’t ready to take that step with him yet. I hadn’t even made my up about him yet.
“No, not yet,” I agreed, and then I pulled myself away from him. Every part of my b*dy practically screamed for his touch, and if I didn’t put a little bit of space between us, I was going to do something I’d regret.
Pull yourself together, Clark. Yes, k*ssing him felt amazing but you’re not an animal – you can ignore your impulses and hormones.
The extra space between us seemed to clear Griffin’s head too. His eyes looked a little less wild now. “Besides,” he said, and he smiled crookedly, “There’s another matter we need to settle between us…and I doubt you’re going to like me very much afterward.”
“What do you mean?” Griffin’s crooked smile widened.
“I still need to punish you, little fox.”
“Punishment is not for revenge, but to lessen crime and reform the criminal.”
Elizabeth Fry
Suddenly, everything that my brain had momentarily forgotten about – Griffin hunting me down in California, drugging me, dragging me back to the castle against my will – smacked me in the face.
Punish me? Is he insane? What does that even mean?
I took another step back from him and Griffin just watched me carefully. His hair was messy, a side effect of the way I’d tangled my hands in it during the k*ss.
God, I can’t believe I k*ssed him.
Tk*ssed the man who drugged me and kidnapped me ~ what is wrong with me? Even worse, part of me hadn’t wanted him to stop!
Heavy shame settled in my gut and I knew my cheeks were red – this time from embarrassment. I couldn’t believe I had let myself get so carried away. And for what? Because he’d called me his muse and drew pretty pictures of me? This was not a fairytale and Griffin was no prince charming, regardless of what kind of title he held.
“You can’t punish me,” I snapped at him, crossing my arms, “You drugged me and brought me here against my will.
That’s kidnapping! If anyone deserves to be punished here, it’s you.”
Griffin’s eyes flashed. “I wouldn’t have had to kidnap you if you would’ve just stayed here in the first place,” he said, “You chose to run. That action has consequences.”
He took another step closer and I jumped back. Okay, he’s not reasonable ~ time for a new approach!
“You’re right, it was wrong of me to run,” I said, throwing my hands up in surrender. Griffin cocked an eyebrow, clearly unsure where I was going with this. “But I’ve learned my lesson. I will never run from you again, okay? I’m yours. I understand my mistake. No punishment needed.”
Griffin looked amused. “As much as I appreciate the apology, little fox,” he said, taking another step, “You and I both know you don’t believe it. You’re saying that to placate me. If you were given another opportunity to run right now, you’d take it. The only way you’re going to actually learn your lesson is with a…helping hand, I should say.” I took another step back. “You want me to accept the mate bond, right? How am I supposed to do that if you hurt me? That’s going to be making progress in the wrong direction.”
Griffin took another step and I went to retreat, but my back hit one of the walls in the art studio. I was officially stuck and he knew it. Griffin loomed over me, his arms caging me in.
His eyes danced with amusement. “Oh, little fox,” he said, and he brought one of his hands up to cup my chin, “Just because I’m going to punish you doesn’t mean I’m going to hurt you. Not really.”
“You’re not?” I asked. That felt a little bit like relief, but the word “punishment” still had plenty of bad implications. Was he going to lock me in the dungeon? Refuse to feed me?
“No, of course not,” he said, “I’d never you hurt, Clark. Not like that.” He paused and then that same crooked smile reappeared on his face. “Il still be a punishment but I don’t think you’re going to hate it at all.”
Before I could ask what he meant by that, Griffin wrapped his arms around me and tugged me over his shoulder in one swift movement. I barely had time to let out a gasp ~ he really carrying me over his shoulder fireman-style.
“What are you doing?” I snapped at him but all I could see was his lower back. “Just relocating.”
He – or we, I should say – exited the art studio in just a few strides and then Griffin gently set me down on the b*d.
We’re relocating…to the b*d?
I sat up straight on the silk sheets and Griffin stood a few feet away, arms crossed. I could no longer read the expression on his face, it was blank.
My heart was beating a million miles per minute. I knew Griffin wasn’t going to force s*x on me – or anything else that would actually hurt me = but what he was actually planning? And why did it need to take place on the b*d?
He was silent for a few moments and the anticipation felt like it was killing me.
Maybe this is the punishment. Maybe he’s planning to torture me with silence and anticipation.
Finally, Griffin seemed to move. He moved to sit down on the b*d beside me, stretching his legs out. “Alright, little fox,”
he said, “It’s time.”
He patted his knee and looked at me like I was supposed to understand that gesture. I stared at him in confusion. “Time for what? What do you want me to do?” Was being cryptic and confusing also part of Griffin’s punishment?
Griffin narrowed his eyes for a moment ~ like he was trying to figure out if I was just being difficult – and then he chuckled. “Sometimes, I forget how innocent you are, little fox. Come lay over my lap. I’m going to spank you.”
My face immediately flushed red and I lurched back from him. “What? No!” I said, “You want to spank me? I’m not a little kid.”
“No, you’re not,” Griffin said, narrowing his eyes again, “But you have been my disobedient little mate and you need to learn your lesson.”
I could feel my face heat up. There was no way I could blush harder than I was right now. He can’t be serious. “You can’t spank me,” I pleaded with him.
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