Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
He had tied Addison to the St. Andrew’s Cross and then proceeded to cane her bare ass, way too hard. She’d gasped and cried her safe word, which was “lavender” but he completely ignored her. At last one of the Club Moderators had come over and stopped the scene—but by that time Addison’s ass was the color of a sunset and she had red marks she was sure were going to turn into bruises.
And sure enough, she’d been right—her ass was covered in red welts and purple bruises today. Which meant that sitting down was extremely painful. In fact, she’d had to put one of her fluffiest plushies—her bunny rabbit, Mr. Whiskers—on the car seat to even drive herself to work that day. Sitting on Mr. Whiskers wasn’t very dignified, however, so she had decided not to bring him into the office with her. She’d just been standing and leaning all day and keeping her bruised bottom as far from a chair as possible.
“…and retype it correctly.”
“Excuse me?” Addison realized that her mind had wandered and she’d missed what Commander Courick was telling her.
“I said, you’re going to sit down and retype this letter correctly so we can send it out with today’s mail,” he repeated, frowning down at her.
“Oh—of course!” Addison nodded. “I’ll just take this back to my desk.” She started to take the letter with its many typos out of his office but Commander Courick stopped her and took the letter back.
“No. I want you to type it here, so I can correct you if I see any more mistakes.”
“What? Here? In…in your office?” Addison squeaked.
“Right here.” He stabbed one long finger at his desk. “Go on—I have the program pulled up for you. I’ll stand right over your shoulder and watch you type.”
At any other time, Addison would have loved this kind of intense attention from her boss. But today was extremely bad timing. Her ass was still stinging and bruised from the clueless Dom the night before and sitting in Commander Courick’s office chair—which had hardly any padding—was going to hurt.
“Please, Sir—I promise I can do it with no mistakes at my own desk,” she pleaded.
Commander Courick’s dark eyebrows pulled low and his voice dropped to a growl.
“What did I say, Addison? I want you behind my desk now. You’re going to type out the letter and then we’re going to go over a list of commonly misused homophones so we don’t have this problem again.”
Addison wanted to bristle. He must think she was stupid! The fact was, she had a degree in English—she’d been planning to teach but then the job at the HKR building had opened up and the pay was so much better, she’d decided to switch careers midstream. The Kindred really took care of their people—there were even benefits, including dental.
She opened her mouth to protest that she knew what homophones were and how to use them correctly…and then closed it again. If she told on herself, her boss would demand to know why she’d made deliberate mistakes on the letter he’d asked her to type and then what would she say?
No, it was best to let him think she was ditzy enough to confuse “their and there” and “two and too” and whatever else he came up with, she decided reluctantly. Though sitting on his chair while she typed was going to hurt like hell, she really had no choice in the matter.
“Fine,” she said shortly. Snatching the paper from Commander Courick’s hand, she marched around behind his desk and sat herself down in his chair…
Only to hop up again with a gasp as the rough surface hurt her tender ass.
Her boss gave her a confused look.
“What’s wrong? Did you sit on something sharp?”
He came around behind the desk himself and bent down to look at the seat of his tall office chair.
“No, it’s fine! I’m fine!” Addison assured him, trying hastily to pull down her dress, which had ridden up considerably.
But she wasn’t fast enough. Courick’s sharp gaze caught sight of the marks on the back of her thighs. Addison saw his golden eyes widen and then he looked up at her, his scowl turning into something fierce and frightening.
“Addison,” he said in a low voice that was nearly a growl. “What is this? Who marked you like this?”
“Marked me? I…I don’t know what you mean.” Nervously, she tugged at her dress, covering the marks. But to her surprise, her boss grabbed the dark green fabric and pulled it back up, baring her ass.
“Oh yes you do,” he growled. “Just look at you!”
“Hey!” Addison grabbed at her dress, trying to pull it out of the big Kindred’s hands, but it was no use—Courick wasn’t letting go. The white silk panties she was wearing were practically see-through and the marks the cane had left on her the night before were clearly visible. He was staring at them with murder in his golden eyes.