Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
Reaching behind her, she shimmies out of them while remaining bent over. Her soft cries now filling the room. As they fall to her Vans, I step forward and reach between her shaking legs, undoing the snaps that hold her leotard in place.
“I knew these would come in good use.” I yank the material up to rest on her lower back, giving me a full view of her round ass and fishnet tights. “Hands behind your back and don’t move.”
Sniffing, she does as she’s told while I walk over to my desk. I open up the top drawer and grab what I need before going back to stand behind her. I wrap the zip tie around her wrists, pulling it tight, pinching her skin and making her whimper.
I reach out, grabbing a hold of her fishnets and ripping them over her ass, but allow her to leave her thong on. Then I undo my belt and yank it free of the belt loops on my dress slacks. I double it over and bring it down across her ass, getting to the point.
She screams, her body jerking. Standing to the side of her, I place my hand on her back, shoving her down when she tries to stand. “Count,” I order.
“One,” she cries out.
I let go of her back and do it again a little lower, hitting the top of her thighs this time, right across her fishnets, and they rip a little more.
Her body shakes. “T-wo.”
Whack.
“Th-three.” She’s sobbing, and she’s got several marks from my belt.
Whack.
“Four.”
Whack.
“F-” She hiccups. “Five.”
I drop it, grip her hair, and yank her to her feet. Turning her around, I grab a hold of her hips and pick her up, slamming her red and freshly spanked ass down on the desk.
She cries out, and I grip her chin, stepping between her open legs and forcing her to look up at me. Her makeup smears across her face from her tears. I didn’t plan on hurting her, but she needs to understand I won’t tolerate her attitude. I could have given her ten more, but even I know my limits. She got the point.
“If a Lord divorces his wife, he gets to choose who she is regifted to. Did you know that?”
Her bloodshot eyes widen, and she shakes her head the best she can with my hand gripping her chin. She can’t push me away because her wrists are tied behind her back.
“I can’t hear you,” I growl.
“N-o. I didn’t … know that.” She sniffs, her chest rising and falling quickly with each intake of breath.
“Is that what you want, Lake? Want me to divorce you and hand you over to another Lord of my choosing?”
“No.” She licks her wet lips. “Please. Don’t.”
Although she hates me, she understands that there are way worse Lords out there. Ladies have come up missing, others dead. When a Lord is forced to marry a woman due to their name, rank, or convenience, they tend to get bored. And it’s easier for them just to eliminate them completely.
Letting go of her neck, I run my fingers down her sternum, over her heaving chest. “I think we’ve got something special, Lake. Don’t you?”
She nods quickly, and I refrain from smiling at how well she’ll lie to please me. I’d never give her away, but she doesn’t need to know that. That would defeat the purpose of marrying her in the first place.
Reaching up, I gently push her hair off her shoulders to fall down her back. “Tell me, little darling, are you going to fuck another man?”
“No,” she rushes out.
“Are you going to let another man touch or kiss you?” I go on.
Shaking her head, she sucks in a deep breath. “Only you.”
“And who am I?”
Swallowing, she answers, “My husband.”
Leaning in, I gently kiss her forehead. “Good girl.” Pulling away, I grab her hips once again and pull her off the desk. She bites her bottom lip to keep from whimpering at the movement with her spanked ass. I pull her around my desk and open up the top drawer, grabbing my knife. Flipping it open, I cut through the zip tie. “Go upstairs, shower, and get in bed. I’ll be there soon.”
She goes back to the front of the desk, grabs her shorts, and pulls them up before running out of my office.
Sitting down, I pull up my surveillance and sit back, watching to see what happened tonight for her to get all pissy with me about who I fuck. I come to a spot where I see her talking to Bethany and push play. I can’t hear what they’re saying, but Bethany walks off across the dance floor, and I watch Lake take over her section.
Changing cameras, I follow Bethany to see her enter the locker room. I don’t have cameras set up in there, but I fast-forward to see she was in there for almost thirty minutes. When she returns, she goes straight to Lake, and I can tell the moment she comes onto the camera that she already looks pissed. They exchange some words, and then Lake storms off to my office.