Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
“I guess you’re not going to be punishing me tonight after all, huh?” I smirk at Zayne triumphantly.
He narrows his eyes at me and growls two words I should probably pay more attention to.
“You’ll keep.”
7
Zayne
Another night, another concert. Another chance for the woman I am beginning to fall for to be hurt by someone in the audience, or someone profiting from the audience. Loving Lyric has become an exquisite torture marked almost entirely by denial.
Professional boundaries exist for a reason. I’m not supposed to get too attached to a client. Professional distance is supposed to keep me objective, stop me from making the mistakes that inevitably come with emotion. I’ve lost objectivity here. I want to keep Lyric safe, but I want to do more than that too. I want to own her. I want to have her be mine. I want to spank her shapely ass, which is being shaken all across the stage in the most alluring of fashions.
She is a beautiful woman, a stunning performer, and she is mine.
Her narrow escape from my punishment will not last long. I will ensure she meets her contractual obligations, but I will not let her get away with her rebellion. It’s not safe. And I will always keep her safe.
If she so much as looks as though she is thinking about jumping off stage, I am going to yank her back. I am closer than she realizes, and tonight I am willing to make a scene.
As if catching my thought mid-performance, she looks over her shoulder. I know she can’t see me. The stage lights are too bright to allow any vision back here. But she can feel me, and she wants me to see her. Wants me to see that bratty little smirk, and I know she is going to try it again. She’s going to throw herself into the crowd.
I don’t know what compels her to put herself in such serious danger at each and every opportunity. It’s almost as if she wants to meet the void that lies at the center of us all. Or perhaps she sees herself as a sacrifice, something to be given to the audience, taken by them in little pieces. Maybe it is not enough for them to consume her music. Maybe she wants to be consumed.
She flexes her muscles and leans forward, and I know she intends to defy me. I have never, in all my years as a bodyguard, entered the stage during a show. I am about to do it for a second time in two shows. Then again, no other client has ever been so spectacularly reckless.
I dash forward and grab her before she can leap, wrapping my arms around her and hauling her back.
The crowd goes wild at this turn of events. They think it’s all staged and scripted. They think this is supposed to be happening. And really, they’re right. This is precisely what should be happening. Lyric should be punished the same way she most likes to misbehave — publicly.
There’s absolutely nothing to stop me from pulling down her tight, sparkling pants and spanking her deserving ass bright red, and that is exactly what I do. I pull down her skintight leggings, prop my leg up on a speaker, and bend her over my thigh.
“Zayne!” She shrieks my name, and the sound of a very naughty girl about to be punished ripples over the crowd. The audience reacts with a wave of laughter.
“You’ve been a very bad girl,” I growl. The mic picks that up, too, as well as the hard slaps that I land on her newly bared rear. Lights are flashing from the massive audience like thousands of stars twinkling — but those aren’t stars. Every one of those lights is someone taking a picture. Lyric Walker’s spanked bottom is going to be intergalactic front page news by morning.
The backing music keeps playing. Though she is a naughty girl being spanked, she is also a performer. And so, she performs. She continues to sing while I spank her, although her voice becomes pitchy when my palm meets her rear. Her skin is so deliciously soft, and her flesh so plump and round. There are tens of thousands of people here watching me do this, and millions more watching around hundreds of worlds, but I don’t care about any of them. I only care about her.
I spank and spank her, landing dozens upon dozens of harsh slaps on her ass, watching it turn red under the spotlights. It is the most satisfying interlude I have experienced in a very long time. She needs this so badly, and she looks so absolutely perfect when it is done. Looking down at her squirming rear, I see the thin line of wetness between her lower lips. She is aroused. She wants me.