I hadn’t had s*x since Peyton. Right now, Elizabeth looked like the perfect choice—the one I’d been searching for to punish. I’d be careful not to hurt the baby inside her. That child held the key to a new beginning. Besides, she looked kind of cute right now, trembling beneath my gaze.
“Hmmm,” I murmured, rising from my seat. “Strip,” I commanded.
She sat there shivering with fear, eyes wide, but she didn’t fight. Not yet.
I leaned closer, tilting her chin up with my fingers so she had no choice but to meet my gaze. “What is it, Elizabeth? I recall you begging to be with me like this once. Remember?” My voice was low, almost gentle. “Don’t be scared. It’s just s*x. I’m sure you’ve done way worse. I won’t say it again.”
She stood up, her hands shook as she quickly peeled off her cloth
