Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
The flutters in my belly surge, my whole pelvic floor lifts and squeezes. This is really happening.
He’s serious.
Part of me wants to run for the door as fast as I can.
But I’m no chicken.
And besides, I want this.
It’s way more than a curiosity. Way beyond seeing what makes the captain tick. This is for me. When he mentioned punishment, something I never knew was inside me woke up. It was like he was speaking a secret language to me.
And yes, absolution for my sins sounds wonderful.
So does having it delivered by the sexy captain.
“Yes, sir.” I walk on wobbly knees to the bedroom and shut the door. This room is like the rest of the place. Clean. Comfortable. Simple.
I feel like I’m at the doctor’s office, where you strip as fast as you can because the thought of not being in the appropriate garb when the doctor comes back is embarrassing.
I want to get this right.
Do whatever Blaze asks of me.
And yeah, the kneeling gave me pause. But only for a second. And then it turned me way the hell on.
I take off my clothes and fold them up. In the corner, I see he’s put a small pillow on the floor.
It’s so freaking thoughtful, my chest tightens. Heart pounding, I drop to my knees on it, facing the juncture of the two walls.
Blaze comes in and shuts the door. I listen for his footsteps, but they don’t come to me, they head toward the bed.
“Come here, little girl.”
I stand up, heat burning my cheeks. It’s one thing to play sexy cock tease and goad him into spanking me at the station. It’s quite another to be called on the carpet this way. The fact that I’m almost completely naked and he’s fully dressed makes it all the more squirmy, which I’m sure is his intent.
Still, he’s warm. Almost inviting. He spreads his knees wide and reaches for me, pulling me to stand between them. He cups my ass in his hands, kneading possessively.
“Do you know what a safe word is?”
I nod.
“I need a yes, sir.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
His lips twitch. “What’s yours, baby?”
I nibble my lip. “Um... fire truck.”
Another quirk of his sexy mouth. “Fire truck. Got it.” He continues to squeeze my cheeks roughly, inciting a flare of heat so powerful it’s a wonder I remain on my feet. When he pulls me closer and applies his lips to one of my nipples, I let out a wanton moan.
He sucks and flicks it with his tongue, then scraps lightly with his teeth. “I know you might be reluctant to call it, so I’m going to be careful with you, Sparks. I’ll be paying attention. Okay?” He applies his lips to my neglected nipple, which sends a zing straight between my legs.
I drop my head back and pant, and my brain doesn’t process that he asked me a question. Or maybe I thought it was rhetorical.
He slaps my ass lightly and raises his brows.
“Oh, um, yes, sir!”
He releases his delicious grip on my ass and gathers my wrists behind my back. It thrusts my breasts forward and he feasts on my nipple once more.
I shift, twitching my inner thighs against one another, seeking relief.
“Were you a good girl this week, Lia?” He scrapes his teeth lightly over my beaded nipple again.
“Um…” I’m panting, hardly coherent.
“Did you touch your pussy?”
“Oh! No. I was good, I promise.”
He makes an approving hum and pulls me down over one leg so my torso rests on the bed, my ass is draped up over his knee, raised and angled perfectly for his hand.
Yum.
Or so I think, but then the first swat falls.
Harder than I expect.
It’s like it was in the station—a little too much. A little hurtier than I want, but not enough to mind. I wriggle over his knee, trying to dodge the firm slaps. He holds my wrists caged at my lower back and slaps my ass over and over again.
“Why am I punishing you, little girl?” His deep voice reverberates through my body.
I whimper, not from the pain, but from the question. I really don’t want to talk about this. It will definitely take all the fun out of this experience.
“Were you playing with matches?”
Okay, that’s still fun. It has way more of a naughty girl vibe to it than Did you burn down your parents’ house with your family still in it? Did you leave permanent scars on your mother’s arm? Did you destroy all the family photos, heirlooms and property just because you have a fascination with fire?
“Yes, sir,” I gasp, suddenly wanting it harder. Wishing he’d spank this fire, this wicked obsession right out of me, forevermore.
He spanks me with steady, firm smacks and each one seems to reach that deep hidden place inside me, the one where I stuffed the darkness, tried to pretend it didn’t exist. It penetrates to the cache of guilt, the horror, the burden I carry every day.