Caught Peeping: Disciplined by Her Dominant Body

He thought he was being discreet, hiding in the shadows to worship every curve of her flawless body. But she saw him. Her eyes, sharp and predatory, locked onto his, a slow, knowing smirk spreading across her lips. The teasing stops now. This is disciplinary action.

She doesn't bother with words; her hands do the talking. One firm grip clamps around his wrist, pulling him flush against her stunning frame. Her hips grind low, a deliberate, tantalizing movement that sends a jolt straight through him. He can’t look away as she positions herself perfectly, the lace of her lingerie barely containing her lush curves. A low growl rumbles in her chest as she leans in close, whispering, 'You wanted a view? Now you get the whole damn show.' The punishment starts with a slow, possessive lap-smack against his thigh, escalating quickly into a deep, demanding penetration. He’s hers to break, hers to claim, and she intends to leave him thoroughly marked.