Chapter 197

Mason's POV

She’s not going to like this. Not one bit. Anything that involves our hands on her, any sort of touch, only feeds into what she wants. She craves attention like it’s oxygen, and physical punishment, even when it stings, is something she turns into pleasure in the blink of an eye. So if we want her to actually learn from this, it needs to be the one thing she hates more than anything else.

Silence, stillness and separation, every brat’s nightmare.

I turn to her slowly, catch her chin between my fingers, and tilt her head so she’s forced to look at me. Her eyes are still dancing with mischief, that smug little grin on her lips like she thinks I’m about to bend her over the table and give her exactly what she wants.

Not this time.

“Okay, baby girl,” I say quietly, my voice l