Chapter Eighty-Four
A part of me wanted to know what he would do to make him regret it. Was he going to take him over his knee as he had me that morning before breakfast? Or would he tie him down?
“Noted,” Ian said, rolling his eyes before he ran the leather strap over my bottom. The leather was cool against my heated skin. I did my best to not squirm as the strap traveled lower, moving against my p***y. I shook, fisting my hands together. Ian let out a chuckle, using his fingers to press the leather between my folds. I spread my legs further, arching my back so that he had better access to me. “I love how needy you are when you’re turned on, Izzy. Makes me want you more.”
He pulled his belt away before pulling it back and bringing it down across the rounded flesh of my ass. I jolted fo
