Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 80699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
No. Because of the shame and the pain.
“Do as you’re told, Leah,” my sponsor said. “You’re already going to be spanked to teach you your place. Don’t make me punish you, too.”
My lips opened. No sound came out.
Christian lowered his chin and continued, his eyes burning ever hotter, “You heard me right. It’s important that a girl like you receive regular spanking, even when she’s done as well as you have at obeying her master.”
His mouth crooked up into a smile, and despite all the fear that lingered in my belly my chest seemed to fill with light. I watched him glance around my apartment, from the kitchen into the living room.
“I want,” I whispered. “I want to be a good girl.”
“Sometimes you do,” Christian said, still smiling. “And sometimes when your sponsor tells you to stand in the middle of the living room you have trouble obeying even that simple order.”
I felt warmth spread into my cheeks. My brow creased hard.
Christian took a step toward me, and I turned around to face him, cowering back onto the living room rug. The smile had left his face, and all I saw there was deadly earnest.
“Okay!” I exclaimed, putting my hands up in front of me. “Okay… just… can I… can we… just close the shade?”
Christian shook his head slowly.
“You know the answer to that, Rebel. If I want to show your submission to the world, I’ll do that, and…”
He took another step, a little more slowly, and then another, until he could take my wrists in his hands and part them, then put them behind my back, closing the distance still further as he did, so that I looked up into his gorgeous face, his chocolate eyes. I swallowed hard, blinking up at him, the little animal in my stomach seeming to run around that tiny space in frantic circles.
My master bent his head and kissed me, very lightly and very gently, as he held my hands firmly behind my back. My whole body jerked as a jolt of abject, lewd need went through me, starting with my clenching pussy, flowing to my tingling nipples, making my mouth seem to melt into his. I whimpered softly as the tender kiss continued.
At last he broke the kiss, and then he continued speaking, his voice soft despite the degradation in his words.
“…your pretty little cunt will learn to get as wet as a waterfall when I do.”
Learn? said a voice in my mind. To my dismay, I had already learned that. My pussy… my… my hot, naughty… cunt had already learned it—or maybe no learning had even been required. I could see in his eyes that Christian knew that: much better than I did, in fact. He had—as paradoxical as it seemed—decided to behave like a gentleman about it, in a certain way, suggesting that I wasn’t quite as wanton as we both knew I was.
“So now you’ve earned your spanking, for this hesitation, and it’s going to be with my belt. Don’t make it even worse.”
He pulled my wrists apart and, with just enough force to make me feel like he could snap my arms like twigs if he wanted to, he raised my hands to the back of my neck. Trembling, chewing on my lower lip, I interlaced my fingers under the soft chignon of my hair. He let go of my wrists and his hands went to my waist, turning me toward the window.
I started to take a step into the center of the room, but Christian’s left arm came across my waist to stop me. His right hand took hold of my ass, squeezing so suddenly and so hard that I cried out.
“Who does this belong to?” he asked suddenly, growling the question into my ear. The silk of the gorgeous green dress felt somehow both delicious and wicked as my keeper’s strong fingers made it whisper over my bare skin.
My pussy’s reaction, the clench that seemed to envelop the whole of my frame and made my hips jerk and my bottom squirm against his hand, made me moan instead of answering.
Christian squeezed tighter.
“You, sir!” I cried out. I felt the arousal begin to flow out of the little hole he had left me, down there, for the relief of my bodily needs, dampening the gusset of my naughty, but still white, panties.
“Go stand where I told you,” he said, his voice flinty and low, “while I make sure your bedroom and bathroom are as clean as your living room and your kitchen.”
CHAPTER 33
Leah
Time ceased to have any meaning while Christian inspected my apartment. This close to the window, I could see the Los Angeles skyline through the reflection of the girl in the green dress, and I wondered if my keeper had told me to stand there for precisely that reason, to help me come to terms with what he had just called my place.