Vikram's POV

"Pu—punishment?" she asked, her voice laced with feigned innocence, though we both knew the wildness that simmered beneath the surface. Her wide, doe-like eyes blinked up at me, pretending confusion, but the hint of mischief was unmistakable. Smirking, I leaned in closer, my voice dropping as I drawled, "Yes, baby girl, a punishment." I let the word hang in the air, savoring the shift in her expression as she caught the weight of it.

Before she could protest, I slipped two fingers between her parted lips. "Suck on them, baby," I murmured, my voice husky with the command. "Suck them like you would my cock when it's deep in your mouth." The vulgarity in my tone made her breath hitch, but her lips obediently closed around my fingers, her tongue slowly tracing their length, and her eyes closed in the pleasure she driving from the action. 

Her eyes fluttered shut, her body responding to me with instinctive surrender, and I was captivated. Amaira, sitting on my desk, legs wrapped around my waist, her body pulled tight against mine—she was a vision. Her once perfectly arranged hair was now disheveled, her cheeks flushed as she sucked on my fingers with slow, deliberate strokes, a needy rhythm that made something primal stir inside me.

She looked like a sinful masterpiece—my masterpiece. My slut. All mine, and only mine 

It was intoxicating to see her like this, the same girl who had kept her distance, who had resisted my touch and avoided any form of intimacy. Now, she was melting into my hands, responding to every command, every caress, in ways that left me on edge, wanting more, needing more.