His tone was laced with both dominance and a hint of vulnerability, as if he needed her affirmation as much as she needed his forgiveness.
"Yes," she whispered with a voice far from audible yet truly certain. "I'm ready, sir. Please... put it inside of me."
The word hung in the air for a moment, a plea for absolution, for release, for something she couldn't quite name. Everytime Darren made use of her body, Harper found this sense of fulfillment that all her days in security never gave her.
Over time, this had stopped being a punishment. In fact, it stopped the very same day the punishment began.
Or maybe, Harper just loved to be punished. But only by him.
Darren growled low in his throat, the sound primal and hungry. "Good girl," he murmured, his hand tangling in her hair as he let it fall back down before pulling it back up again.
