Chapter 181

Mason's POV

“You want punishment?” I ask, pulling away and grabbing the wand from the shelf beside the bench.

Her eyes light up, even before she sees what I’m holding. “Yes, Daddy.”

I flip the switch, and the low hum fills the room like a warning. I trail it just barely along her skin, not yet giving her what she wants. Her hips jerk upward, desperate for contact, but I pull it away again, smirking.

“Don’t make me beg,” she whispers.

“I want you to beg,” I answer. “I want you to remember exactly how dangerous it is to ring that bell.”

She laughs softly, breathless now. “Then make me regret it.”

Her voice slices straight through my restraint, daring and sweet, a threat in lace and heat. I press the wand to her inner thigh