Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 129432 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 647(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129432 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 647(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
“That’s it.” Ivory charges toward the island and slams a hand on the surface, the other pointing shakily at Deb. “Who is she to you?”
Glancing at my wrist, I realize I’m not wearing my watch. But I know it’s still early. I’ll have plenty of time before her performance to draw out an appropriate punishment.
Pretending to ignore Ivory’s outburst, I stand. “Thank you, Deb, for seeing this through.”
She rises, glancing at Ivory and back to me, her lips turned down. “This is it, then.”
“It is.” There’s only one woman in my future, and she’s due for a spanking. “I’ll walk you out.”
Ivory’s fuming glare follows me into the hall until I turn the corner. I wish Deb well at the door, close it with a relieved sigh of finality, and return to the kitchen.
Ivory paces along the counter, hands balled at her sides. “You’ve had sex with that woman. That much is obvious. But what else is going on? Why does she do things for you?” Her tone rises to a maniacal pitch, her strides quickening as she circles the island. “Oh, right. Because she wants you. She’s so fucking hot for you I’m surprised she didn’t pull your dick out and suck—”
“Ivory.”
The strike of my voice brings her pacing to a full stop.
Lacing my fingers behind my back, I give her a list of short, specific commands and punctuate it with a stern, “Go.”
A flush spreads from her neck to her chest, and I bet it travels further down and licks her sweet pussy like a hot, wet kiss. She wants what I offer more than she dreads it.
She stomps out of the kitchen. I pour another cup of coffee.
Her needs, desires, and fears run deep. So deep she could easily lose her way in the darkness. She needs a rope, not one that tethers her to her horrific past, but a strong, unbreakable line to guide her forward. The bindings might hold her down, but I’m pulling the other end.
I’ll never let go.
With Schubert at my feet, I make him a plate of leftover chicken, grinning at the memory of Ivory’s stern tone when she moved in. No table scraps, Emeric!
Sitting the cat in my lap, I let him lap at the dish of chicken on the island. It’s a harmless secret between Schubert and me.
I scratch his neck while he eats and enjoy my coffee. When he’s finished, I take a shower and throw on a pair of jeans. Then I grab my favorite belt, a length of rope, and find her waiting for me in the music room.
Naked and bent over the keyboard of the piano, she rests her palms on the lid beside the cuffs. Exactly as I instructed. Her feistiness might be my fuel, but her obedience is my fucking fire.
Without speaking, I lock her wrists in the shackles and use the rope to tie a simple breast harness around her chest, making sure the vertical sections press against her nipples. She watches me with huge brown eyes, her curiosity momentarily outweighing her anger.
Once her full tits are trussed up, I tighten the straps, cinching her against the piano until her chest brushes the keyboard.
When I take my position behind her, the erotic view poises my arousal on the cusp of detonation.
In teasing strokes, I trace the belt across the perfect rise of her ass. “What are the first rules I taught you?”
With her cheek pressed to the surface of the piano, her lips push out in a heavy sigh. “No lies. Don’t question your methods. Never look away.” She cranes her neck to glare at me. “And always call you out for being a dick.”
I swing the belt, my cock throbbing painfully at the sound of her yelp. “Apologize.”
“Fuck off. That’s my rule, and it stays. Whatever you’re doing with that woman…” Her chin quivers, her voice a pissed-off snarl. “You’re a dick.”
I stifle my grin and give her another hard whack. “You just doubled your strikes. Tell me what was going through your stubborn fucking head when you answered the door.”
“I checked through the window first. I’ve never seen her before. Not at school or—”
“Are you sure about that? Can you identify every parent of every student?”
She squeezes her eyes shut and groans. “No.”
“You fucked up.”
“Yeah.”
“No unnecessary risks, Ivory.”
“Okay.” She rocks her hips.
I let the belt fly, tapping, whipping, and pounding her ass like a drum, every strike filling the room with her musical moans.
When her backside glows hot and red, I bend over the curve of her spine, tightly embrace her slender torso, and let her feel me breathing with her. My lips touch her shoulder, and her inhale stutters. I cup her breast, pinching the rope around her nipple, and she grinds her fevered ass against my trapped cock.
I hold her there, caressing and kissing, until her breaths fall into rhythm with mine. “When I met Deb over the summer, she had some financial problems. I paid off her debt, and she did a few favors for me. Our relationship was physical, practical, and convenient.” I lick the soft skin on her neck, stroking her ear with a murmuring tone. “We haven’t been intimate since school began.”