charge,” he told her with a wicked grin as he began to move once more.
He grabbed her ankles and spread her wide, holding them almost up by shoulders and he pounded into her hard and fast. He seemed to be sinking in deeper than ever before, the head of his shaft slamming into her cervix every time he thrust home.
Izzy was coming by the third thrust, but still he keep up the hard rhythm, throwing her from one peak to the next, higher and higher until she felt like she was flying through the stars above their heads. Then, with a shout of completion, he ground against her one final time as he filled her with his hot essence.
There under the sparkling stars and the winking lights of the lightning bugs, she held tight to her mate as they floated back to earth together.
Chapter Seven
Izzy smiled as she sang to herself and danced around the entry hall after seeing Grayson off at the door. She couldn’t believe how complete she felt.
She loved and was loved in return. It was the single most beautiful thing she’d ever been a part of.
Izzy glanced up at the chandelier with a frown. Grayson had told her she wasn’t allowed to use the ladder, but he should be gone for several hours.
She should be able to get the ladder and get the chandelier clean before he got home. It would be taken care of and he would never know.
She chewed her lip thoughtfully as she contemplated the dirty chandelier. What he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him or her, right?
Unfortunately she was proven wrong a few minutes later when her irate mate came back through the front door to find Izzy precariously perched at the top of the ladder.
“You will come down this instant, Isabella!” The command nearly made her lose her balance. Grayson steadied the ladder while she climbed down far enough for him to grab her and lift her the rest of the way down.
“Hi, honey,” she said in a small voice, beginning to realize from the look in his eyes that she might have bitten off more than she could chew.
“Did I not tell you that under no circumstances were you to climb that ladder?” her furious mate asked.
“Ummm, yes, but I thought…” she stammered.
“You thought my instructions could be disregarded?”
“Not exactly, but I thought maybe I could finish before you got home and…” Izzy said lamely.
“And I would never know? You deliberately defied me, Isabella. Young lady, you will go upstairs, strip, and put your nose in the first corner you come to. I will be up to deal with your outright disobedience once I’ve calmed down,” Grayson said in a tone that brooked no argument.
Izzy scurried up the stairs in a hurry to obey.
* * *
“Come here, Isabella.” Izzy turned at the command to see Grayson sitting in a straight-backed chair in the center of the room. The small wooden paddle in his hand made her steps falter and the long thick butt plug resting on a towel on the floor made her bottom clench.
“Grayson, please… I’m sorry,” she began.
“The time has come for you to fully understand what will happen if you disobey me again. You have a double punishment coming. Not only did you disobey me, but you put yourself in harm’s way. By the time we are finished here today, you will never behave so foolishly again.”
Her mouth went dry.
“Come here now. You do not want me to be forced to come get you, you are already in far more trouble than you can comprehend.” Holding his hand out to her, Grayson beckoned her with the crook of a finger.
Tears were already forming when Izzy took his hand and allowed herself to be guided across his lap. He tilted her farther over than ever before and roughly pulled her thighs apart.
“Noooo!” she cried almost in a panic when she felt one of his hands force her bottom cheeks open.
“This is what happens to naughty mates who ignore instructions, Isabella,” he told her sternly as one broad finger thrust inside her poor bottom without preamble. It wasn’t as painful as
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