Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 80699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Having her warm bottom, and then her even warmer pussy, in my hand as I fondled her under the green fabric of the romper and over the white lace of her naughty panties, had sent my own libido reeling. The way Leah’s sweet, lithe form had responded to the mastering freedom of my touch as I explored her intimate places had seemed to connect us on some dark plane of sexual and emotional tension.
My cock had stiffened almost painfully along my thigh as I found her wetness, and her helpless, needy response to my making her smell her pussy’s fragrant juices on my fingers had made me want to bring her to orgasm immediately, just to see how she looked as she came under my demanding caress.
But if I’d given in to her wordless plea for that release, this defiance wouldn’t have come out—not this way, at any rate, with the exquisite conflict etched across Leah’s gorgeous face. Only with her unfulfilled arousal lurking in the back of her mind and her emotions, pressed down but still terribly present, would she be so ready for what I had decided must happen next.
“Listen to me,” I said, making my voice very severe—so harsh that I saw a shudder go through Leah’s limbs. “Not telling me about your underwear at the bar isn’t the problem, now.”
I had come to a stop a foot away from her, my hands slightly raised at my waist but not yet reaching out to take hold of her. I watched Leah’s eyes dart from my face to my hands and back upward. She closed her mouth, and her nostrils flared with each breath.
“The problem is your disobedience.”
I’d circled around the idea several times already, and I’d seen it gradually begin to sink in. I knew with a nearly absolute certainty that in Leah’s fantasies, conscious, half-conscious, or even unconscious, a man holding her to a standard of strict obedience played a vital role. I could easily tell, though, that she had never imagined she might find herself in a situation where an actual man—let alone a wealthy one who wanted to take care of her—would demand that obedience.
“From this moment on,” I said, putting an edge of steel into the phrase, “you will obey me, for tonight at least. When the night is over, and I’ve begun to teach you to please me, we’ll discuss whether this arrangement will continue. I’ve already paid you a month’s allowance; I did that automatically when I stepped into your apartment—it’s a thing platinum members can do if they want.”
I watched Leah’s eyes open even wider at this news. I could nearly see the cartoon-style dollar signs light them up—that was neither here nor there—but to my joy I could also see the conflict intensify and deepen. She had just realized how long a game I had undertaken to play.
What she still didn’t realize, of course, was the sort of discipline that lay before her, with her rebellion unleashed. I thought of her sweetly smooth pussy, of how her hips had bucked when I had worked her through her new panties. My cock gave a leap between my thighs at the thought of teaching her her first lesson there, and of all the pussy lessons that would follow as our arrangement developed.
“So, Leah,” I said, softening my voice just a bit, “you can come back to the living room and take off your romper, or I can bring you back and take it off you. If it happens that way, your punishment for disobedience is going to be very severe.”
Leah
My lips opened, and I took three shallow breaths. During the two seconds or so those breaths occupied, I almost forced my body to comply. The even, calm way Christian said very severe sent a thrill of fear that felt like it traveled from the tips of my toes to the roots of my hair.
My mind’s response came from some final shred of logic: clearly, I had no choice but to get through this, and why would I want a more severe punishment when I could have a less severe one?
My body, though… my body understood Christian’s words on a different level, and on that level fear and resistance reinforced each other. My attempt to follow the reasonable course of action, to go back to the living room and to do what he had instructed, went nowhere. I tried to back up still further, and my hands flew from behind me to in front, guarding the place between my thighs where I somehow knew—beyond the shadow of a doubt—this man meant to punish me.
I could feel each shallow breath, and how the excess oxygen had started to make me lightheaded. I studied Chistian’s handsome face, his dark eyes, desperate for some sign that my wild interpretation of very severe couldn’t actually represent his intention. I watched his eyes travel down my body and take in the position of my hands.