Chapter 14 The Perfect Punishment For A Naughty Girl

• He didn't touch me where I ached the most, but was too ashamed to voice. I felt his hand on my back, before he moved up to my shoulders, then my neck. I gasped when he squeezed it, my stomach tightening despite the slight pain in my neck.
• “You like this, don't you?” He whispered, his voice more soothing than I'd heard it, like he was whispering to a child he wanted to put to bed.
• I didn't respond. Instead, I bit my inner cheeks when I felt them heating from his words. I'd forgotten how a woman's body responded. The wetness he could see.