MyHusband and My Mate *Private Chapters*

Punishment

*Punishment*

*Not Edited*

*Victoria P.O.V.*

"So, mate, you did something very naughty today." Damon whispered and I gulped. Oh my word. The way he said naughty caused things to tug low in my body and my pulse to race. I had to clear my throat before I answered. All of a sudden my mouth was dry.

"Oh?" I could think of several things I had done today that were not exactly good. Hitting at him, running off, well the list went on didn't it. He nodded very grim, but he kept that wicked smile in place.

"Oh yes. I can think of several things. The most important, leaving the pack lands." Damon grabbed the towel from my head and plunged his hands in my wet curls. The pull of hair between his hands felt just amazing. "So, I'm afraid you're going to have to be punished."

Dear Goddess. What was he planning on doing? He could pretty much do anything couldn't he? Well, not anything. Michael would not let him actually hurt me. A soundproof room can hide many things though. Damon just kept that wicked grin, though his eyes were very grim.

"Your first punishment mate, will be to take off that little towel and lay down on that bed." He didn't even wait for me to reply, just turned around and headed for a small chest in the corner of the room. I had never noticed it before. Wait. Wouldn't he want to watch as I took off the towel? Maybe this was my punishment. To make me feel insecure?

"I will not tell you again." His firm voice barreled toward me, though he never raised his voice. Just a low firm voice. The sound causing ripples down my spine. The man just had sex in his voice. If I could bottle it, I would make a fortune. I tore the towel from me and ran to the large bed. The cool air causing my still wet skin to chill. My wet hair hanging like a mop down my back, didn't help either. Already feeling the pillow dampen beneath my head, I wish he had let me dry it more. The covers over me quickly warmed me however.

He turned back to me with a satchel in his hands held before him. A shiver of fear ran through me as well a smidgeon of anticipation. What was in that satchel? His eyes peered at my covered body in irritation.

"I don't believe I said you can cover up." He gripped the covers at the bottom of the bed and ripped them from not only me, but the whole bed. Now, I'm cold and still a bit scared. He has never been this firm with me before. He placed the satchel at the foot of the bed. He reached over tracing the top of my foot with one finger causing my foot to twitch and kick out.

"Sensitive feet. Good to know." He grabbed at the foot he had traced, massaging it between his hands. Good grief that felt amazing! I'm beginning to like this punishment. A lot.

"I'm buttering you up. This is not your punishment." How did he? Oh, mate bond. Why would he be buttering me up? "We're going to get to that, but it is up to you how far we go." He placed a kiss on the arch of my foot, causing the sparks to jump from my foot and go straight to my core. This was beyond not fair!

"What...what do you mean." I whispered knowing he could hear me. He dropped my right foot, going to my left one to repeat the massage it's twin had gotten.

"I mean, I want to tie you down to this bed." His voice dropping to a low growl. "I want to spank that lovely ass of yours till it's pink and warm." He finished his little speech with a sharp nip at my big toe. The sharp pain relieved by the swirl of his warm tongue.

My body melted into the bed at his words. Would it hurt? More than likely. Did I want him to do everything he said? Goddess, yes! I've always wanted to explore that side of my sexuality before, Michael never wanted to go farther than holding me down. Which was okay, it was still amazing with Michael. The thought of going to that darker place with Damon, the one person who could literally look inside me to make sure I'm not seriously hurt, made my insides squirm in anticipation.