Ophelia's Pov
“Should I let it slide? Or do you want the best spanking of your life?”
“No.”
“Then I’ll just have dinner, then.” He left me sitting on the island, going to the freezer to get ice, a pouch of liquid milk, and a bar of chocolate. In the next minute, I was scooped into his arms, and I was surprisingly leaning into his warmth, my hand wrapping around his neck for support. A part of me ached and pulsed lightly, and I admitted it—I am crazy, I am a dumbass. I can't resist any intimate advances from him. Maybe after tonight, I would learn abstinence.
He placed me on the bed after we got into the room, trapping my hands above my head, fastening his belt tightly around them. He placed the things he had taken from the kitchen on the nightstand. “The deal is to feast on each other.
