Naughty and Notorious - Alexa Riley Page 0,6
rub her clit, still being gentle as her orgasm goes on and on. She doesn’t seem to have much experience getting herself off, but she doesn’t have to. That’s what I’m here for.
After I’ve gotten it all out of her, I regretfully take my hand out of the tub and lick my fingers. I can taste a trace of her sweetness there, but it’s not enough. The one lick wasn’t enough either, because now it’s all I can think about. She doesn’t look at me as she sits up in the tub, but I take her chin in my hand and wait until she does.
“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. This is what husbands and wives do.” When she still doesn’t say anything, I lean forward and place a soft kiss on her lips.
I linger just a moment to breathe her in and then stand up. She opens her mouth like she wants to say something, but then changes her mind and snaps it shut.
“Come downstairs when you’re finished. There’s something I want to show you.”
Chapter Five
Kitty
I pull my knees up to my chest as I sit alone in the giant bathtub and let the water get cold. I know I can’t stay here forever, but I’m still trying to wrap my mind around what just happened. I let him touch me, and he took me to a place I’ve never been able to find on my own.
How does that man always knock me off kilter? I think I’m going to do one thing and then I end up doing another. The other being what he’d thought I was going to do. You’d almost think Judge knows me better than I know myself, and I’m starting to wonder if he does.
I hit the knob to drain the tub before standing and grabbing one of the big fluffy towels. When I go in search of my clothes, I do in fact find mine in the closet. Except they aren't only mine. The walls and drawers of the giant closet are also lined and filled with new pretty things all in my size with tags still on them.
Seeing my old clothes there as well, I have no doubt my mom knew what was going to happen when she asked me if I wanted to go to town with her today. How else was all my stuff packed up and here at Judge’s? This really isn't shocking when I think about it. It’s something my mother would do. She thinks there is nothing wrong with arranged marriages, and it’s how things should be done, in her mind.
I take my time getting dressed and putting on my own clothes out of willful spite. I need some kind of control, so I’m trying to grab it anywhere I can find it. I’ve never had any before, and just when I thought I might, it slipped through my fingers like water. Water, which is now clearly my kryptonite.
When I make my way back down the stairs, I find Judge standing in the kitchen at the stove. He looks over his shoulder at me.
“Sit. I’m making you something to eat. We need to talk about something.”
“I think we should have talked about something a long time ago,” I mutter under my breath.
“That’s one, Kitty.”
I scrunch my face. “One what?” He turns the stove off before looking at me. His eyes roam up my body and back down.
“Make it two.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. But what we should talk about is how you don’t know how to knock.” I have no idea why I’m poking at him because I didn't enjoy being tossed into the fountain. I know he’s not one to bluff, yet here I am.
“Three.”
“Stop counting.” He strides over toward me, and I think he’s going to grab me and kiss me. My whole body starts to buzz when he lifts me by the hips and puts me on the same high-top stool as earlier today.
“Spankings, Kitty. I’m counting how many times I’m going to smack that plump ass of yours.” My mouth falls open in shock, and I see a hint of a smile tug at his lips. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
His big hands grab my face, and now he kisses me when I least expect it. His touch is soft for a man with rough hands, and I think about how they’d feel on my ass. His tongue slips into my mouth, and he takes his time lazily exploring me. I find