Control Freak Read online Brianna Hale

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, BDSM, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
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“Come here. On your hands and knees.”

Lacey turns around on all fours and does as she’s told, nestling herself on the floor between my thighs. I fit the leather collar around her throat and wrap the chain around my hand. She looks up at me with clear, calm eyes, and I drink in the sight of her.

Collared.

Chained.

Mine.

“Take off your clothes.”

She does as she’s told, unbuttoning her blouse and then wriggling out of her skirt. I hold the chain the entire time, keeping her close to me. When she’s in her bra and panties, I pull her up over my lap. She’s smiling as she settles her cheek on the back of her hands, and wiggles her cute little ass for me. Her panties are pink lace and tucked tight into the cleft of her bottom.

“Daddy’s just going to warm you up a little,” I murmur, squeezing fistfuls of her in my hands. I give her a test spank, just a little smack, and she makes petulant little sounds.

I do it again, just the lightest smack. Lacey doesn’t say anything, just whimpers again as if it’s the worst thing that’s ever happened, but pushes her ass into my hand.

Oh, I see, are we playing that game? I love that game. I give her a gentle smack, and she sniffles dramatically.

“You’re too fucking cute, did you know that?”

I can just see the side of her cheek, and she tucks her face against my thigh and smiles. We go on like that, me hitting her softly and her writhing about and making little gasps like no one’s ever spanked anyone as hard as I’m hitting her now. I run the flat of my hand up her arched spine and unclasp her bra. As it falls away, she makes the poor little me noises again, and I feel my cock pulse with heat. Min Gud. I’m a sucker for that shit. Play up to me baby. I love to see you wriggling about.

I explore her panties with gentle fingers. Stroking my thumb up the seam of her sex, I find that she’s wet between her legs. The lace is soaked and I can see the folds of her plump little pussy. Taking my time, enjoying the peace of knowing that we’re in my house without anything to disturb us, I trace her sex, from her clit all the way to her ass and back again, listening to her soft sounds of pleasure.

Utterly trusting. Completely focused.

I lift my hand away. This time, I really spank her, and that shocks her right out of her faux-crybaby act. Her palms suddenly press into the sofa and her whole body tenses. The flat of my hand strikes her again and again, swift, glancing blows that sound delicious and raise the blood to the surface of her skin. She squirms in my lap, for real this time, and I pin her down with my other arm. I don’t want any tears from her, but I’m going to make damn sure that I’ve shown her who’s boss.

When she’s roasting hot in my arms, I release her back down to the floor again, holding tight to the chain, and look into her flustered face. Her eyes are hazy and she licks her lips and gazes at my mouth.

Perfect.

“Upstairs.”

I take her by the chain and the hand and lead her up to my bedroom. She clings to me as I unbelt my trousers and undress, planting kisses on my chest and generally getting tangled with what I’m doing, but in the most adorable way. I love it when she’s clingy. I unhook the chain from her collar and throw it aside, but leave the collar on her. It looks so good against the pink choker.

I hook a finger into her panties and pull them down her legs while she holds onto my shoulders, and then I stand up and take her in arms. My fingers trail across her flesh, marveling at the sight of her burnished by the early evening light. Nothing between us now. No clothes. No time constraints. No need to be always hushed and secretive.

I pull the duvet off the bed and throw it to the floor. Lacey comes with me, wrapping her arms around my waist as if she can’t bear not to be touching me.

“Are you in subspace, baby?” I ask, turning to brush her hair off her face. Dazedly, she plants kisses on my wrist.

I put my lips against her ear. “Does it feel nice?” She nods and presses closer to me. “Want me to keep going?” Again, the nod, and this time a whimper of need.

Turning Lacey around, I clasp her tightly by the upper arm and slide my fingers into her wetness. She’s so slick and tight, but completely fearless.

“Min söta flicka.” I murmur, pushing my middle finger slowly into her, watching her eyes close with pleasure. My sweet girl.


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