Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
“A reminder?” she asks, a note of confusion in her voice.
“Some days, it’ll be a small, visceral memento.” I remove the pen I slipped into my pocket and place my hand out, palm up, for her hand. When she lays her hand in mine, I draw a tiny heart at the vee between her thumb and index finger. “I want to see that tonight when I meet you at Verge. Understood?”
“Yes, sir,” she says, staring with a furrowed brow at her hand.
Usually I need to apply some punishment to a new submissive before she remembers to address me properly, but Cora’s taken to this well.
“And other times, the memento will be…?” her voice trails off as she waits for me to supply an answer. I won’t, though.
“You’ll see,” is all she gets from me. “Now go to class.”
I escort her to where Manuel waits, and go back to my work. A little while later, my phone buzzes.
Checking in, sir. I’m at class. Attached to the text is a picture of her hand resting on her notebook, the little black heart at the epicenter.
Good girl. She’ll be rewarded tonight for a job well done.
The morning passes quickly, and when I break for lunch, Jake arrives looking cross. “Come in,” I tell him, irritated he’s up my ass like this.
“They’re causing trouble again, Liam,” he says, mopping his perpetually ruddy forehead with a handkerchief.
“Who?” I ask, turning away from him.
“The damn college students. Namely, the girl.”
I want to deck his smug, pug-like face, but I school my features. He knows I’ve just entered into a contract with one of those “damn college students.”
“So?” I ask him. “Your point? The social justice warriors love to give me shit. Since when did that become an issue?”
I turn back to my computer and answer the emails that wait for me when my phone vibrates with a message from Cora. I pick up my phone and read her reply.
Heard and obeyed, sir.
I swallow hard and almost forget Jake’s sitting in front of me. She was instructed to find a vacant bathroom and send me a sexy text. I turn my phone face-down before Jake sees it.
“…and if we don’t do something about this, they could ruin you.”
I snort with ridicule. “Jake, that’s bullshit. Stop wasting my time.”
“You seem totally unruffled,” he responds, irritated with me. “Does this mean nothing to you?”
“I pay you to be ruffled for me,” I tell him. “So, unless you have something of real importance to tell me, you can leave now. I have work to do before I leave.”
I’m half paying attention to the way his cheeks flame with indignation, before he gathers up his papers and leaves the room. This is utter bullshit. I shake my head and mindlessly eat my lunch, but nearly drop my phone and groan when I get a text from Cora.
A picture.
It isn’t the cleavage shot I expect, or something more lascivious, but a close up of her lips. She’s got her lower lip captured between her teeth, and her head bowed in submission.
Jesus, it’s so beautiful I want to hire a painter to capture that pose so I can hold it forever.
That’s it, beautiful. Just what I like to see. You’ve earned yourself a good girl spanking for that.
There’s a lengthy pause before she responds.
I… have no idea what that means, sir.
I smile.
I’ll show you.
Thirteen
Cora
Good girl spanking.
It seems like a fairly counterintuitive concept. I mean, spankings are for bad girls. Punishment. But as I finish up my classes, I find myself growing hotter, squirming with the vision of being draped over Liam’s lap. I’m so turned on by the way he’s played with me today, the friction between my legs when I walk makes heat thrum through my core.
God, I’m out of control, like my sex drive is on hyper alert.
How did this even happen? I’m just a plain girl with a snarky mouth and curves that go on for days. I pause smack dab in the middle of the campus and try to turn around to look at my ass. What does he see in me? By most people’s standards, I tip the scale toward chubby—
I feel my mind come to a screeching halt. Jesus. He’s not even here, but I can hear him chide me.
If you were mine, I’d turn you over my knee for a comment like that.
He said that once. Am I his now?
My signature on that document says I sure as hell am.
I’m glad that my classes today were easy, because I was way more intent on the kinky pleasure and pain that awaits me than I was on any lectures I heard. I don’t really know what a good girl spanking is, but it sounds like a reward. One I’m seriously dying to earn.
I glance at the time as I finish my last class. I have just enough time to get home for Bailey and Ben, give them a super quick run-down of what’s going on—um, I have a new job or something—get them fed, and wait for Liam’s ride to Verge.