It should delight Sara to know that—it was what she wanted, after all—but there was a curious numbness building in her chest. She was in trouble. Deep, deep trouble. And she wanted to go deeper. So she nodded against his hold. His grin was a reward in and of itself. “Good girl.” It’s only three times, she reminded herself. It didn’t matter if she lapped up his praise like it was better than chocolate, because this had a clear and concrete expiration date. There had to be. He set her on the bed and stood. “Lie on your back with your hands laced behind your neck.” He waited for her to obey. “Do not move.” Then he walked out of the room. She craned her neck, but there was nothing to see. It felt unnatural to lie there when her body was already recovering from those mind-blowing orgasms. She itched to get up, to move, to do something. But he’d said not to move, and she was more curious to see what he had planned than what her punishment would be if she got up.
