Chapter 31

• I stand in a daze and stumble upstairs to obey. My whole body feels like an exposed nerve, denied pleasure even more painful than my still-stinging ass. It only gets worse when I pull the panties on. The fabric against my aching pussy and ass is agonizing.
• Back in the kitchen, Shane watches me with a dangerous expression on his face while I dutifully eat my now-cold pancakes and drink my lukewarm coffee. Once he’s satisfied, he leads me to the mud room and pulls one of his coats around me. It swallows me, making me feel ridiculous in my tiny skirt that barely reaches past the edge of the coat. “I’m going to freeze,” I murmur.
• “No, you won’t.” He zips it up and nudges me down to slip my heels on. I hold my breath while he’s kneeling in front of me, half hoping that if I spread my legs a little more, he’ll finish what he started in the kitchen.