“There. That wasn’t so hard was it?” he asked.
“What is my punishment?”
“You’ll have to wait and see.”
Lying across his legs, she held onto the fabric of his trousers waiting for him to give her a punishment.
One of his hands held onto her waist. She didn’t know where his other hand was. He started to lift up the night shirt she wore. Clara waited and then suddenly realized she had no underwear on.
“Stop,” she said.
“Well, Clara, I have to say I’m surprised at you. I thought you’d at least wear some kind of panties.” The smile in his voice was hard not to detect.
“Are you laughing at me?”
“Not at all. It’s nice to see you’re a natural redhead.”
“Oh God,” she said, burying her head against his leg wishing he’d get her embarrassment over with. She’d suffered enough. He didn’t have to prolong her misery with his words.
His hand lay on her ass, not moving.
“Your ass is fucking beautiful,” he said, caressing the cheek.
She felt like she was going to burn alive at his touch. The room was light, and he’d be able to see every lump and bump within her flesh. Did she have cellulite on her ass? She didn’t know. Looking at her ass in the mirror hadn’t been part of her activities.
Down his touch went, curving over her ass then down her thighs.
“Your body is beautiful, Clara.”
Not saying anything, she waited for him to be done with her.
“Punish me already,” she said.
“No, I’m going to take my time.”
He caressed her ass. Her response to his touch annoyed her. Nick shouldn’t be inspiring a response from her.
“Do you want your punishment to be less severe?” he asked. His voice sounded strained to her.
“In what way?” She turned to look at the back of the sofa. Staring into his eyes was not a possibility at the moment. What if he was laughing at her?
“Nah, you see that would spoil our fun if I tell you want I want, Clara.”
“Then you want me to agree without knowing what I have to do to stop my punishment being painful?”
How her life had changed in the matter of twenty-four hours. If she was living with her parents she’d be cleaning their house as they sat around doing nothing. She was nothing but a slave to her family.
“You’ve got to take a chance in life. Do you want to continue with a harsh punishment or take a chance and get one lighter?”
Resting her head on his thigh, she thought through what he was saying. Would it be so hard to take a chance with him? She didn’t know the answer to her own questions. Nick confused her. What pain could be worse?
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?”
No, she wasn’t sure about anything anymore.
“Yes,” she said, letting out a sigh.
His fingers caressed her ass. Suddenly, he lifted her up and stood. He spun her to face him.
Licking her dry lips, she stared up into his eyes. They were a dark amber as he looked down at her.
“I want you to take your nightshirt off for me.”
“What? I’m not wearing anything else.”
He sat down, resting his arms wide.
Glancing down at his lap she saw the ridge of his cock pressing against his trousers. Fucking hell, he was huge! The outline made her swallow past the lump in her throat.
“Get naked and I’ll be happy to lighten your punishment.”
“I’ll be naked.”
“That’s the point. You’ll be naked, and I’ll finally get to see what I paid for.”
His words thrilled her.
“This is far worse,” she said, folding her arms over her chest.
“Is it? We’re wolves, Clara. It’s worse being confined in these fucking clothes than it is being naked.” He pinched at the clothing, the disgust visible on his face.
“If you hate clothes so much why don’t you take them off?” she asked.
“I would, but I figured if you came down to breakfast to see me naked you’d run at the first opportunity. I love a good run any other time. Breakfast and a run don’t work for me at all.”
He was right. If she’d seen him naked then she would have been nervous. Her family was happy being naked around each other, but she’d been banned from being naked. She was ordered to be covered at all times.
Clothes had become another layer of protection to her. She stood out in the pack as she was the only one wearing clothes during a meeting.
“Why do you want to see me naked?” she asked.
Nick stood, startling her at the speed with which he moved. Tensing, she watched him tear his shirt off then push his trousers off. He sat down, gripping his length and letting out a sigh. “Now, that’s much better. It’s natural for us to be like this, Clara. No more hiding, and embrace who you are.”