Chapter 183: Spiced Punishment
KATE
Nathan looked at me apprehensively as I walked back to him.
"Here," I said, pressing the invitation against his chest. "It looks like we have an event tomorrow." I passed by him, heading towards the elevator, and I could hear the long sigh he let out.
I entered the elevator, and he followed suit.
"Are you angry?" he asked as the doors closed.
"No."
"Then why did you do that? This event wasn't in our plans."
"How many times did you sleep with her?"
"Kate..."
"She knows you're married and still offered the room key."
"You know, none of that matters; we're not going to let this ruin our honeymoon."
"That's not the problem here. I'm used to dealing with these 'situations' that you often subject me to. The problem is that she disrespected our marriage and me, and that's your fault because you should have chosen the people you got involved with more carefully."
"And you're not angry... Baby, you know there's no reason for you to be jealous."
"Maybe I should have enjoyed myself more before getting involved with you."
"Collins..."
The doors opened.
"You don't have the right to be mad," I said, walking past him and entering the hallway.
I wasn't really mad at him, but what that woman did left me furious. How dare she?
I entered our suite, and he closed the door, entering after me.
I moved through the small corridor toward the living room, but suddenly he stopped me, using an arm to block my path. He moved closer, invading my space and pinning me against the wall.
"You just said you wished you had been with other men, and you think I don't have the right to be annoyed?" he said with that dark look. "I'll remember that when it's time for your punishment."
"You're not the one bumping into the men I've fucked. And to make it worse... during our honeymoon, and we're not even in New York. I must have been crazy to agree to marry a bastard like you," I teased.
"I know you're lying, baby, and I know you actually wanted to know me earlier, so you wouldn't have spent so much time with that untouched pussy," he whispered, sliding his left hand along my thigh, moving up and sliding under my dress.
I chuckled internally. And despite his dirty words getting me aroused, I wasn't going to let him off that easily.
I slapped his hand away, pushing him back.
"You depraved jerk, do you really think we're going to have sex after what just happened?"
"You know you don't need to be jealous, baby."
"I'm not jealous, you idiot; I'm offended. She disrespected me and our marriage."
"I'm sorry, okay? I'm really sorry. You're right; it's my fault that you went through this."
"Thank you. And yes, it's all your fault."
"What do you want me to do? I think you've already solved the problem, and you have no idea how turned on I was watching you take control of the situation, Mrs. Ryan."
"Didn't you tell her you were here enjoying your honeymoon?"
"Yes, I did, but do you really think it was necessary? " He raised his hand, showing the ring on his finger.
"It seems like none of that was enough to stop her."
"Yes... but I've already taken my share of the blame and apologized, but you're still angry."
"Yes." I forced a smile and pushed him away before heading towards the living room.
"What do you want from me? What do I need to do to redeem myself?" he said, following me. "Do you want to punish me? You can punish me if that'll make you forgive me."
I stopped near one of the windows in the living room, turning to face him.
"Yes, that will make me feel better."
"Great. So, what will be my punishment?"
"We're going out; I want to go shopping."
"Is that the punishment?"
"I'll change," I said, heading for the bedroom.
"What are you planning? To spend all my money? Because if that's the case, you won't bankrupt me in just one day."
"You're arrogant even when you're not trying!" I called over my shoulder.
*
"If this is the punishment, I want to be punished more often," he said as we got out of the car and stopped in front of La Perla's lingerie store.
*You should know it's not going to be that easy, Ryan.*
After entering the store and choosing a few pieces from the available collections, one of the saleswomen led us to a fitting room upstairs.
Nathan sat on the couch, facing the fitting room mirror, and I entered the area in front of the mirror, closing the curtain.
"Remember the last time we did this?" he asked as I undressed.
I silently laughed. *Do you really think we're going to repeat that, Mr. Ryan?*
"You don't need to close the curtain; I want the full show," he said, his voice taking on a lower tone.
I remained silent as I put on the first pair of lingerie. A white one with a lace corset and garter belt. When I finished, I opened the curtain.
I looked at him, seeing his eyes roam over my body.
"They have a wide collection for brides. And since we're on our honeymoon..." I said, feeling his gaze send a shiver through my body.
"Come over here." He said huskily.
I obeyed, approaching him. When I stood in front of him, he gestured for me to sit on his lap.
Turning towards the mirror, I complied, pressing my butt against his crotch. He was getting hard. Taking a deep breath, he nuzzled his nose against my back, sending a shiver up my spine.
"You love to tease me, don't you?"
We were staring at our reflections in the mirror. I started moving my hips slowly, teasing him.
Holding my thighs, he tried to spread my legs and touch between them.
"No," I said, stopping his hands.
"No?" he said, confused.
"No touching, no sex; you can only watch."
"What?" He frowned.
"Consider this your punishment, Mr. Ryan, for twenty-four hours."
"Are you kidding?"
"Enjoy the show," I said, smiling mischievously.
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