Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
“Yes!” I say the word so quickly I almost trip over it. “Yes, I regret it, and I’m sorry, and please can I go home? I’ve seen enough.”
“I will need some kind of demonstration of your proper chastisement,” Marcus says. “Come down off that bench, but do it on your hands and knees. My pets crawl beside me.”
I don’t like that plural that slipped in there.
“Pets? How many women are you dragging through this sick ritual?”
Marcus
She’s jealous. That is very telling, and rather adorable.
Of course I’m not going to tell her that she’s the only woman I’m playing with, even though that is true. The unfortunate incident Earnest referred to has left an unpleasant taste in my mouth when it comes to playing with those who have surrendered to the Embassy. I decided that I was only going to entertain women I picked myself, and I was going to make absolutely sure I knew everything there was to know about them.
That’s why I’ve been so careful about Charlie. That’s why I’ve had her laptop hacked, and why my assistant has been going through her emails to highlight any areas of concern, and why I’ve had a full background worked up. I know as much about this half-caned woman in front of me as I can know.
“Off the bench and on your knees,” I repeat the order.
“I’m not going to play your little sex games,” she says, now apparently convinced that she is not the only woman in my life.
It’s not an entirely strange conclusion to draw. It’s assumed that most men of my ilk have more women than fingers. Sometimes, that’s true. Other times, it’s not. It depends how much a guy has to lose by allowing a string of women to have intimate access to him. More than one of us has been taken down by a siren sent by an enemy.
“Do as you are told, or I will give you another three strokes of that cane,” I promise her. “Your impudence and resistance will not be tolerated.”
She turns her head and looks up at me with a pouty expression. She wants reassurance. I hesitate to give it to her, because I want her obedience at all and any costs. But perhaps that’s not fair. Perhaps if I want loyalty, I will have to demonstrate some of it.
I crouch down next to the punishment bench where she is still perched, and I loop a finger through the D-ring on her collar, drawing her face toward mine.
“I am not toying with, playing with, or seeing any other women,” I tell her, watching as an expression of relief flashes through her eyes. “And… I will not tell you to get down on your hands and knees again, understand?”
She gives me a little nod. I release her collar and stand up, moving back to give her a chance to do as she is told.
Charlie
I shouldn’t be this excited to hear he’s single. More than single. He just said he wasn’t even toying with anybody else. That means I’m the only toy in his box, as it were. I’m going to get all of his attention.
I slide down off the bench, knowing that he’s not going to give me another chance. The motion makes me ache as the skin where I was caned is pulled tight.
Marcus stands over me, looking down with his charismatic, hooded gaze.
“You look good on hands and knees, with your punished ass on display,” he says. “You look like you have gotten what you deserve, naughty little pet. You know what else?”
“What?”
“You’re wet.”
“No, I’m not.” I deny it immediately.
“Yes. You are. As much as you hate the cane, the pain, the punishment, your body has responded to it with arousal. It’s a common response for submissive women.”
“I’m not a submissive woman!”
He laughs at me and tugs at the collar around my neck, his big warm hand still rubbing gently over my ass. He is careful not to make the cane lines hurt worse, he touches them carefully, but mostly rubs the flesh between them. And he lets his fingers drift down the center, following the tight crack of my ass until it parts and gives way to a part of my anatomy that is shamefully wet.
The sound I make when he touches me is guttural and animal and undeniably one of complete enjoyment. His fingers rubbing over my pussy feels like a circuit being closed.
“Fuck me…” I moan. “What…”
“You’re probably not used to being this sensitive,” he says. “The punishment… the pain that you are so reluctant to enjoy, it creates sensitivity in every part of the body, including this sweet mound.”
I am on my hands and knees, panting my pleasure as my new master, a man who has turned my world upside down, strokes my lips with a tantalizingly light touch.