Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 155903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Yeah.
His dick was not happy with him.
He couldn’t last any longer. Standing, he moved in behind her and ran his hand over her smooth ass cheek.
“You’re doing such a good job at obeying me, Ms. Blossom,” he commented. “I will need to put this into your next performance review.”
She sucked in a breath but didn’t say anything.
Such a perfect girl.
“Do you feel guilty for missing work, Ms. Blossom?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Why?” he asked.
“Because I let you down, Sir.”
He sucked in a breath. Shit. Did she really feel that way?
In no way did he want her to think that she’d disappointed him.
“Stand up slowly, baby. Then face me.”
Some of the tension eased at his change in tone. He watched her carefully as she stood, wanting to make sure that she didn’t feel dizzy.
But she seemed all right as she turned to face him. Reuben clasped her face between his hands, tilting her head back so he could gently kiss her.
“You have not disappointed me.” He kept his voice firm so she knew that he was speaking the truth. “You could never disappoint me. I promise you that.”
“I don’t think that you can promise something like that. I’m sure there are many ways I could disappoint you in the future.”
“No. There won’t be.”
Two tears dripped down her cheeks. “I don’t like people being upset with me. It’s why I never protested when Cammie agreed with Eric that I should live in the basement. It was awful. Damp. There were mice down there. The sofa bed was so uncomfortable I could barely sleep. But they opened their house to me, and I didn’t want to complain. When my coworkers complained about working weekends at my last job, I always took their shifts, even though no one would ever swap with me. When Cammie told me I was being babyish and had to grow up, I bit my tongue. And when Matt didn’t fight for me when I broke up with him, well, that was deserved. Because I had ruined things. He’d lost his job.”
He made a noise of disagreement.
“When my family never tried to follow me out here to convince me to come home . . . I knew that I was right to leave because that showed how disappointed they were in me. I don’t want you to ever feel that way. Please.” Her voice broke on the last word.
Fuck.
Fuck Cammie and Eric.
Her former coworkers.
Definitely fuck Matt.
And her family? Fuck them too.
“You listen to me. You didn’t do anything. All of that is on them. Their fault. Their failings. And I will make sure they’re punished for it.”
Nothing would please him more.
Alarm filled her face, though, as she stared up at him.
“Please don’t hurt my family. Or Matt. Or Cammie. I think you’ve dealt with Eric. Or you are dealing with him. But . . . they don’t deserve your wrath.”
But they did.
However, he didn’t like the panic on her face. “I won’t harm them. Yet.”
“Ever.”
“I can’t promise that,” he said. Some things just weren’t adding up and he wanted to make sure he knew what was going on first.
“You don’t need to worry about that. All you need to know is that you will not disappoint me. And if you think you are, you need to talk to me about it. I don’t want you to do things just because you think they please me. Wait . . . no, yes, I do.”
Her lips actually twitched.
He sighed. “Damn it.”
She giggled.
“I do want you to do things that please me. But not because you think you’ll disappoint me if you don’t.”
“Good save, Sir.”
“You still need to be punished.”
Faith attempted to turn back toward the desk, but Reuben shook his head and sat back in his chair. “Over my lap.” He held out his hand and she took it.
He arranged her over his lap, raising her skirt so he could see her delectable ass.
Rubbing it gently, he wondered how he’d gotten so fucking lucky to get this girl.
That she was willing to submit to him. To trust him.
He hadn’t done many good things in his life. But he’d obviously done something to deserve her.
His hand landed with a light tap. He wasn’t going to spank her hard. Not with the plug in her ass. And this spanking was for her. To ease her guilt.
Reuben didn’t think she deserved a spanking for taking time off to recover from what she’d been through.
“You’re not spanking me properly,” she grumbled. “And I can’t believe I just complained about that.”
“Sorry, baby. Let me remedy that.” He gave her some harder smacks and she let out a small groan.
He spanked her until her ass grew pink and she was shifting around on his lap.
“Good girl,” he murmured as he drew her up onto his lap, holding her against him. She wrapped her arms around him, breathing heavily but not crying.