CHAPTER 84: PUNISHMENT

Nathan’s POV

Her breath hitched, but she obeyed. Slowly, she sat up and lifted her shirt over her head, revealing smooth skin flushed from our kisses. She pushed down her shorts, and then her underwear, until she stood naked before me, bathed in the soft glow of the room’s lights. I stayed seated on the edge of the bed, arms spread on my thighs, watching her. Controlling myself.

"Now," I said, my tone dropping an octave, "go stand at the window."

She hesitated only for a second, then walked over, her back straight but her hands shaking slightly.

I stood slowly, approaching her from behind until I was just inches away. My hand came up and swept her hair over one shoulder, exposing the length of her neck.

"You hurt me, Hailee," I murmured against her skin. "You broke me. And now..."

My hand slid down her back.

"Now, I’m going to punish you right back. But not with pain—no. With pleasure so deep, you’ll never want to run again."

Then I squeezed her ass.

She let out a breathy moan, her forehead resting against the windowpane.

"And you’re not allowed to look away," I added, my voice sharp like a blade. "You’ll stay right here until I say otherwise. Understood?"

"Yes," she breathed.

"Pull the curtain away," I ordered, my voice low but firm.

She turned her head slightly, her eyes meeting mine for just a second—wide, uncertain, aroused. Then she obeyed. Her delicate fingers wrapped around the edge of the curtain, slowly dragging it aside until the room was fully exposed to the outside.

And from there, just a little way off, the field came into view. We could see the crowd having fun at the after-party of the games.

"Good girl," I murmured darkly behind her. "Now, you’re going to stand there and watch them."

Her brows furrowed slightly, but she didn’t argue.

"You’re going to look at them while I punish you," I continued, stepping closer so that my chest brushed against her bare back.

She whimpered softly, her breath fogging up the glass.

"Place your hands on the window," I growled.

She did, spreading her fingers against the cool surface, the muscles in her arms and back tensing under the pressure.

"A little wider," I instructed, my hand guiding her wrist. "Good... now arch your back for me, Hailee."

She hesitated only a heartbeat before adjusting her stance. Her legs slightly parted, back arched, presenting herself to me while the night world carried on outside.

My hand slid down her spine again, slower this time, savoring the tremble that moved through her.

"I’m going to spank you, and you will count. But you’re not allowed to moan," I murmured, my breath brushing the back of her neck. "No matter what I do to you. Understood?"

She hesitated a beat, then nodded.

"No, Hailee," I said, letting my fingers graze the side of her hip. "Say it."

"Yes," she whispered. "I understand."

"Good."

I brought my palm down hard on her ass, the sharp sound booming through the silence.

She flinched, her entire body jolting forward—but she didn’t make a sound.

"One," she whispered shakily.

I paused, watching the pink flush bloom across her ass. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, but she stayed in position.

The second strike was slower, more deliberate. I leaned in as I delivered it, letting my other hand curl around her front to pinch her nipple softly—just enough to make her body quiver.

"Two," she breathed, her voice strained, tight with effort.

She wanted to cry out. I could see it in the way her fingers curled against the glass, in the way her thighs clenched together, seeking friction.

She was already on the edge, and I hadn’t even truly touched her.

"You’re doing so well," I murmured against her ear. "But I can feel how badly you want to break the rules."

She didn’t respond. She couldn’t. Her focus was on staying still, staying silent.

I let my fingers trail down her stomach, slow and deliberate. She tensed as I reached her hips, then lower—hovering at her entrance. She was already wet, the heat of her pulsing just beneath my fingertips.

I let a single finger slide between her folds, just barely grazing her center. Her breath caught in her throat, her body jerking forward.

But instead of giving her what she wanted, I withdrew.

And spanked her again.

"Three," she gasped out, this one more of a broken whisper.

Her forehead pressed against the glass now, her whole frame trembling from restraint.

I leaned closer. Then I let the tip of my arousal brush against her entrance. Just barely.

She trembled, arching back toward me instinctively.

But I pulled away again.

A small, strangled sound escaped her lips, but she caught it.

"Nathan..." she begged.

I leaned in again, whispering against her skin.

"You don’t get to beg. Not yet."

I pinched her nipple again, harder this time, and her legs nearly gave out beneath her.

"Stay up," I commanded. "I haven’t even started."

I dropped to my knees behind her, the soft sound of skin meeting carpet the only noise in the room aside from her labored breathing. My hands slid up the back of her legs, slow and reverent, until they cupped her hips.

"Still no moaning," I reminded her, my lips brushing her inner thigh.

She whimpered, her forehead still pressed to the glass, fingers gripping tighter.

Then, finally, I gave her what she’d been silently begging for.

My tongue slid over her entrance in one long, slow stroke.

She gasped—sharp and desperate—but swallowed the sound, her whole body tensing as she fought to obey. I smiled against her skin.

She was soaked. Sweet. And absolutely unraveling.

I licked her again, more firmly this time, holding her hips steady when she tried to jerk away—or maybe closer. Her thighs trembled, and I could feel how hard she was working to stay quiet.

I paused only to glance up at her silhouette against the moonlit glass. Her reflection was blurry, but the way her body arched and shivered was clearer than any mirror.

"Don’t you dare make a sound," I whispered against her.

And then I sucked—slow and deep—my tongue moving with unrelenting precision, drawing soft, breathless gasps from her trembling body.

Still, she didn’t moan.

But she was close.

So close, I could feel her legs shake.

I pulled back, slowly, deliberately, letting the cool air kiss her pussy I had just been devouring.

She let out a soft, shaking breath—nearly a sound—but still, she obeyed.

"Don’t move," I said, rising to my feet behind her again. "You don’t get to come until I say."

She swallowed hard, her body arching instinctively as if chasing every ounce of friction she could get. I gripped her hips, pulling her back slightly, and once more let the tip of my arousal brush against her soaked entrance—just enough to make her gasp.

But I didn’t go in.

Not even an inch.

I dragged it over her again, teasing her folds, coating myself in her desperation.

She whimpered softly—barely a sound, but enough to make me still.

I leaned forward, my lips brushing her ear.

"Careful," I said darkly. "You’re getting reckless."

"I can’t... I can’t take it," she whispered, her voice thick with frustration and need. "Please..."

"You think begging will help you?" I asked, my hand sliding up to tangle gently in her hair. "You think you’ve earned it?"

She nodded quickly, desperately.

I tugged her head back slightly, not harsh, just enough to remind her who was in control.

"No," I said, voice low and cruelly soft. "You haven’t."

I let go and stepped back again.

The loss of contact made her legs wobble, a frustrated sound escaping her lips before she slapped a hand over her own mouth.

I smirked.

"You’re dripping, Hailee," I murmured, circling her slowly, watching the way her body trembled. I brushed my fingers down her spine once more, then pinched her nipple again—harder this time, enough to make her cry out.

But she caught it.

Her eyes were glassy now, her body flushed with need.

I stepped in behind her once more, my lips hovering at her ear.

She was shaking, barely holding herself up, her body flushed, her lips parted in silence. Her hands were still flat on the windowpane, fingers curled slightly from the effort of staying still.

I leaned in, my chest brushing her back, my voice a low growl against her ear.

"Eyes forward," I ordered. "Look at them. Watch the party... while I make you fall apart."

She blinked, her lashes fluttering like she was waking from a daze. Her gaze refocused, settling on the lights outside—the fire pits, the laughter, the people dancing and drinking under string lights.

"Don’t look away," I said. "Not unless you want me to stop."

She swallowed hard, her breath fogging the glass again.

Good.

I stepped in closer, my hand sliding slowly around her waist, fingers trailing lower until they found her pussy—which was wet, pulsing, aching for attention. I circled her slowly, deliberately, feeling her entire body lean back into me.

Then I slid one finger inside.

Her breath hitched violently, her body tightening around me instantly.

Still... not a sound.

I could feel the way she clenched her jaw, how her arms trembled trying to hold herself together.

She was falling apart for me. And I wanted every second of it.

"You’re so tight," I whispered against the shell of her ear. "So wet... and you’re still holding back. Good girl."

I pulled my finger out slowly, then pushed it back in—deeper this time. She gasped, a full-body tremor rocking through her, but she kept her eyes locked on the party outside.

The distant sound of music drifted in through the thin walls, and I watched her stare at it like it was the only thing anchoring her to reality.

"You feel that?" I whispered, curling my finger slightly inside her. "They’re out there laughing... and you’re in here being punished for every time you made me question what we were."

She whimpered—but still, she didn’t moan.