ric’s POV:

I had to leave her there.

Because if I hadn’t, I would’ve fucked her.

Right there, bent over my fucking desk, Meadow was the sexiest little thing I’d ever seen. Her ass was red and raw from my belt, her body soaking and trembling. Just one more second in that room and I would’ve

driven into her so deep she’d forget her own name.

I’d been worried that she would be horrified by the idea of being whipped, but she proved me wrong. Meadow was soaked. Fucking dripping. And I knew that with every stroke Inded on that perfectly

round ass, she got hornier.

And then she had begged. Begged me to make here, but I didn’t.

I went down the stairs, storming into the gym on the first floor, and then flicked the lights on. I didn’t hesitate to head straight for the punching bag hanging near the mirrored walls, neither did I bother with

gloves.

Not that I ever did.

But I didn’t need to feel pain. Not today.

I just wanted to feel something that wasn’t Meadow. And this was it.

I mmed my fist into the bag, and then the other. Again and again as the bag rocked back and forth. The pressure was blunt. Fucking blunt. But I could feel it.

Wasn’t enough, though.

Meadow’s voice echoed in my head. ‘Punish me instead.‘

I clenched my jaw, driving my fist into the leather hard enough for the metal chain to groan slightly.

She was way too clever for her own good. She knew what she was doing by offering herself up just like that. She knew I’d take the bait. That I’d rather touch her, punish her than waste my time killing that

motherfucker.

And fuck me, she was right. Because now all I could think about was her on that desk, pulling her panties down with shaking hands and offering her ass up to me with nothing but blind trust and that stubborn

little mouth.

I let out a sharp breath and punched the bag again.

My condition rarely ever let me feel pleasure. I had to be overstimted in order to feel anything–it’s

why I had the Tether room.

But I didn’t even have to struggle or go the extra mile when I was with her. All I needed was ito /isee her fucking smile and my cock would stir.

And now, I was hard as a fucking steel. My cock hadn’t softened once since I walked away from her. Not even a little bit. If anything, it got harder. I could still smell her, still feel her body heat beneath my palm,

still taste her smooth fucking skin.

I stopped, breathing hard. My pulse thudded hard in my neck and I swore I could still hear her moaning.

Probably because right now she was upstairs, on my bed, with her legs spread wide and her fingers

between her thighs, doing exactly what I told her to do.

Trying to make herselfe.

Fuck.

I dragged a hand through my hair, punched the bag two more times before I stormed into the shower

room, unbuttoning my pants on the way.

I never got out of control. Never.

My mother even used to joke about me being obsessivepulsive, but it wasn’t that. At least, I didn’t

think it was.

But Meadow made me lose my fucking cool.

The pressure from the shower spray did nothing to help. And there was no way I was going back to that room and sleeping beside Meadow without sating myself.

And so, bracing one arm against the tiled wall, I let the other drift lower, gripping the base of my shaft.

It twitched the second I touched it, the metal bars of my Jacaob’sdder rubbing against my palm as a

foreign heat pooled in my stomach.

Meadow.

That mouth. Those doe eyes. That tight body.

The sound of that fucking voice when she said my name without even realizing what it did to me.

My grip tightened around my cock and a groan rumbled deep in my chest, forehead resting against the

tile as the water ran down my back.

I wanted her.

And this wasn’t just the kind of want that came and went. It was the kind that built up, threatening to

burn me from the inside out. The kind that would never be satisfied with just one night of pleasure.

It was why I needed her to be here. To be mine and only mine.

Slowly, I dragged my hand up my shaft, brushing my thumb over the sensitive underside where the metal ran beneath the skin, from the base to nearly the head.

My hips flexed. Fucking hell.

I moved up and down, my grip tight as I imagined the way she’d looked at me when she asked me to punish her. The way her ass looked when she slowly pulled her panties down her shaking thighs like she

was trying to tease me.

Her stubbornness turned me on, but her obedience?

It make me lose my fucking mind.

I stroked harder now, rough, mming my other hand against the wall as more images of her flooded my mind–Meadow writhing under me, her back arching toward me as I fucked her hard and deep, her tight

cunt squeezing my cock.

“Fuck, Meadow…” Her name left my mouth like a curse as I dragged my hand over the head of my cock,

gritting my teeth together as I groaned.

The metal bars on the underside of my cock made everything feel more intense, and as I rolled my palm

over the head once again, I imagined it was her mouth wrapped around me. That soft mouth that never fucking listened.

I’d shove my cock between those lips and make her listen.

She’d choke, fucking tear up, whimpering. And I would praise her for taking me so well, so deep. I’d hold

her face, look her in the eyes and make her see what she was doing to me. Make her know that she

belonged to me.

My pace quickened as my balls started to tighten, my breath turning ragged, hips thrusting into my fist

like I was fucking her for real.

Like I was inside her, stretching that virgin pussy open, making her scream my name in that smoky, sexy

voice of hers.

She’d cry, ‘Please, ric,‘ and I would give her what she wanted because she asked so fucking nicely.

My head spun.

I could hear her begging me to let here, feel her clenching around my cock, smell her soft, vani

vored skin.

And then-

Fuck.

My jaw locked as I came, hips jerking as hot spurts ofe hit the tile. My muscles grew tight as I groaned her name again and again through my teeth.

“Meadow… fuck. My doe.”

Several minutes passed but I stood there, panting under the water with my head bowed and my chest

heaving.

Still hard, furious and fucking obsessed with her.

The ache didn’t leave, it only grew.

This wasn’t enough.

Nothing would ever be.