Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 149137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
His hand came out, helping her to stand. She brushed back her hair, feeling it all over her body. Every strand tickled from the back of her neck down to her aching backside. Sometimes she forgot how much hair she had. But then sometimes she forgot she had a body that needed, craved and wanted.
He sank down onto the spanking bench, patting his lap.
It seemed he liked to talk as he worked. Some Doms never once spoke unless it was to give orders. But Joshua was turning out to be a chatty Dom, the kind who talked more when he found his top space.
He might be the kind who was far easier to manipulate when he was comfortable.
He held his hand out, helping to ease her over his lap. She could feel that big erection and the way his whole body seemed to sigh as he relaxed.
She wasn’t relaxed. She was on the edge, but then that was kind of the point. His hand ran over her skin, brushing her hair to the side.
“You’re beautiful, Kayla. You have a gorgeous body and a lovely face. I happen to like damaged. Perhaps like is the wrong word. I understand damaged. I don’t get perfectly happy people. I don’t understand nice. Polite is fine, but polite is a construct, learned behavior. I do understand that. I like rules. I like knowing how to behave, and I want to know how my submissive is going to behave.”
Like Riley had said, though maybe he’d used the wrong words. “You want peace?”
“I want consistency. I want dependability. Can you give that to me, Kayla?”
“I can try.”
“Excellent. That’s all I ask. Take care of your job and I’ll take care of you. I like having a woman to take care of. I don’t think a vanilla relationship would ever work for me. I believe I said thirty.”
“You did.” Her voice was even but inside she was shaking a bit. This wasn’t mere play for him, and that heightened the experience for her.
“You have a safe word.”
They had decided on it during their contract negotiations. “I won’t need it for thirty, I promise, Joshua.”
“I’ll remember that, too.”
His hand came down and he proved once again that he didn’t play. Fire licked along her skin and she held on to his ankles for support. He counted out loud, his strong voice ringing through the room. Over and over he slapped her ass, not stopping to give her time to breathe or to allow the heat to sink in. This was a disciplinary spanking.
This was something to survive. She gritted her teeth against the pain, breathing it in and letting it flow back out. After the first few strokes, she managed to relax her muscles and let herself get loose. The pain couldn’t touch her here. Here she could float and the pain became nothing more than a wave that swept her along.
Here the pain shifted and she could feel herself coming alive.
Before she knew it, his hand came down one last time.
He kept her over his lap, his hands smoothing across her heated flesh. “You handled that well. I was worried you might not have as much experience as you claimed, but that was quite lovely.”
Her body had tons of experience. Her body could take anything he dished out. The emotional stuff, not so much, but she wasn’t about to tell him that.
He shifted her and she found herself on her knees in front of him. Between his knees. It was a deeply submissive position to be in, and she let herself sink further into the place where she didn’t have to make decisions or think past her Master’s latest command.
Joshua looked down at her, his hands coming out and brushing back her hair. “I don’t want you to question my commands or my actions when we’re playing. It’s perfectly fine for you to stop the play if you find it disturbing. My point isn’t to upset you, but I am the Dominant partner and you will obey. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, Joshua.”
“Excellent. Now carefully open the fly of my jeans.” His voice was deeper, tighter than it had been before.
Which was good because she was starting to worry that she was the only one genuinely affected by this scene they were playing out. It was easy to see his body responding, but the tone of his voice proved he wasn’t cold to her. His jaw hardened, forming what she liked to think of as a superhero line, as she brought her hands up and eased the button open before gently starting to work the zipper. She had to be damn careful because she didn’t want to stop and take another spanking because she’d gotten Master’s cock stuck in his zipper. Nope. She wanted to move on from the disciplinary portion of the evening to the part where he made her scream.