Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 75898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Another sob pulled itself from my chest. I heard the sofa creak, and my eyes flew open, blinking as I tried to figure out what Cal might do. The floorboards creaked a little, too, then, and the noise approached me, across the room. I felt the air move slightly, as if with the passage of his enormous, masculine limbs.
I closed my eyes again, and swallowed hard, willing myself desperately not to look over my shoulder.
Cal’s huge, strong hands arrived a moment later, gently but without any further warning—without any request for permission. He, my accepted suitor, had the right to touch me in any way he wanted. That thought sent a shudder through my whole body, which mingled itself in the most complicated way with the instant wave of need Cal’s touch brought surging between my thighs.
His left arm came around my waist, that hand spreading to grasp my bare hip. His right hand took possession of my bottom in a way that had already become very familiar to me. I let out a little whimper as I realized just how good it felt, despite what it meant.
No. Because of what it means. It meant ownership. It meant discipline, and training, and…
And fucking.
I couldn’t help it. As the naughty word forced itself into my conscious mind, I clenched hard, and I pushed my bottom back into Cal’s hand. My face went hot as a flame as I realized just how transparently I had just told him what I needed, and how deeply it put me in his power.
“Good girl,” he murmured into my ear. “Such a good girl, when you set your mind to it.”
His right hand moved gently. Those two magic middle fingers pressed at the naughtiest spot, the bottom of my bottom, where the sting from his punishing hand lingered longest. With a helpless little cry, I shuffled my feet further apart, and I pushed out my backside, inviting my master’s most shameful training.
“I’m sorry, sir,” I choked out. A wave of real, actual remorse swept over me; the understanding that this strong, gorgeous man… well, that he loved me, for some reason, mixed with the bitter memory of how I had acted. “I’m sorry I ruined it.”
“Oh, no,” Cal said. “No, darlin’. You didn’t ruin it at all.”
I couldn’t help it, I turned to look at him, fearing as I did that he would start spanking me again, and even thinking if he did, he would only be doing the right thing, given my wayward behavior.
“Really?” I asked, as a surge of relief and affection—not without a crazy bit of disappointment—rose in my chest at the kind smile on his face. “Sir? Really?”
“You said what you needed to say,” Cal told me. “And you got the consequences you needed to get. For you and me, that was the right thing.”
I blinked at him, suddenly uncertain. A little thrill of hope had just lit up inside me, alongside more of the strange disappointment. It kind of sounded like Cal had decided not to paddle me.
Then he spoke more firmly, and the hope became dread.
“Go on into the bedroom and take off all your clothes, darlin’,” he said. “Stand at the side of the bed. I’m right behind you.”
Dread and… the arousal that seemed to lick its way outward from Cal’s fingers all the way over my skin and through my muscles in little tingling flames forced a whimper from my throat. Dread and so much more.
I almost said “But,” the same way I had when I had gotten halfway across the living room, but the thought of more spanking for that but before I had to undergo the terrifying paddle for the first time stopped me.
You’re learning, said the observing part of me, the watcher who felt less like a different person now than a calm center I had never known I had.
Cal stepped back, and I almost cried out in grief at the loss of his hands’ strength on my quivering limbs. I turned around, only realizing as I started to move my feet that he would get a clear view of my shaved pussy, since he had tucked up my skirt so securely around my waist.
A tremor went through my whole body as the forces of shame and need waged war inside my nervous system, my muscles, my bones. My hands and arms started to move, out of embarrassment, in a belated attempt to cover myself. I felt completely certain that Cal would punish me for covering myself, though. Even more dismayingly, sheer, irresistible heat filled my limbs at the knowledge that he would see the bare, smooth cleft into which he meant to thrust his masculine hardness. Worse, he would see the evidence that, thanks to Jake’s part in training me for my future husband’s pleasure, my private parts had been readied for his claim and to use as he liked to make his rigid penis feel good.