Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Okay, so this I think I know the answer to. “You’d punish me so I learn to be obedient.” I nod my head, pleased at my response. I deserve a gold star for that one.
I realize with a quick thump of my heart that the way he nods in approval is even better than a gold star.
“Yes. Because not only does your behavior reflect on me as master of this club, but because you asked me to protect and watch over you. Since you’re new, I would take it easy on you the first time.”
I shiver at the implication: the next time, he’ll be harsher.
Why does even that excite me?
“You went from one dangerous situation to another, only in this one, I have a lot more control over what happens.” His tone sharpens. “You’re only safe inasmuch as you follow my rules.”
Okay, alright, we can go with this. I lick my dry lips.
“Right,” I whisper. “And if I… were yours… that would be the wrong thing to do.” I nod like a good little student.
“Exactly. I would put you over my lap. That’s not always the way it would go.”
Hoo-boy. Okay then.
Do I want to experience this, or not?
Yes, yes, so much yes.
I nod and shift my feet as I watch him pull out the desk chair. He folds his strong, sexy body into the chair, spreads his knees, and reaches for my hand. It feels so little and soft in his larger, rougher one.
“If you were mine, I’d lay you over my lap.”
When he tugs my hand, I pull back. I brace my legs and stand stock-still.
I can’t do this.
I tell myself to move my feet, to do what he says, but they seem to be made of lead. I try to lift one foot, then the other, but I can’t move them at all. Suddenly, the thought of putting myself into that position doesn’t sound sexy at all.
Then why is my pulse racing so crazily?
“I, uh, I’m not so sure about this,” I begin. I want to remind him that I’m not actually his, but I’m not so sure I want to give voice to those thoughts.
“I wouldn’t allow you to stall,” he says sharply. “If you didn’t lay yourself over my lap by the time I counted to ten, we’d begin with a visit to my closet.”
Uh, what is that supposed to mean? What?
“Your closet?”
“Ten.”
“Wait, what the heck is in your closet?”
Is this not hypothetical?
“Nine.”
“Thayer!”
“Eight.”
“Okay, okay.” Do they all do this? Is this normal?
I stand next to his legs, feeling oddly small and out of place. “I don’t know how to do this,” I say in a rush of words, half begging him to take it easy on me. “I don’t think I can. I’m afraid I’ll do it wrong.”
With a nod, he takes my hand. “Like this, Savannah. You’d lay over my lap like this. It can be hard to take that first step. Let me help you.”
I find myself with my belly across his knees, my legs dangling. I’m not sure why, but I like the way this feels. There’s a sort of warm reassurance over his lap, where I’m vulnerable and exposed. I tremble in anticipation, wondering what it really, truly would be like to be his.
When he rests his hand on my ass, a warm pulse of arousal spreads through me.
“If we were doing this for fun,” he says softly, his hand running over the curve of my ass, “I’d make good and sure you were turned on first.” I close my eyes when he encircles my waist and holds me closer to him, just before I feel the back of his hand on my thighs, spreading them. Heat flares across my face and chest when he strokes between my legs. “I might even let you keep your panties on before I made sure you were wet.”
The first stroke of his touch makes me jolt, surprised with the intense flare of pleasure that electrifies my body.
Blood rushes in my ears at the first slap across my ass. It stings, but only a little. Warmth floods through me. “Thayer,” I say, because I want him to stop, I’m so embarrassed and nervous.
He ignores me and continues, “We’d start nice and gentle, until you were thoroughly warmed up.” A few light slaps show me what he means. Every spank stings, but only briefly as the bundle of nerves between my legs pulses. My mouth is dry, and I’m so damn aroused I feel like I’m going to combust.
“You’d know that I was the one in charge, but you’d also know you were safe.”
Safe.
The word echoes through my mind like a mantra. I long to know it’s true, that I really am, for the first time in my life, actually safe.
I feel the flat of his palm against my skin, the panties doing little to protect me. Ripples of pleasure pervade my senses.