Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 82746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Damon patted his lap. “Drape yourself over my knees. It’s time for your punishment.”
With an anxious glance around her, she crawled forward into the car. He pulled her over his lap with one hand while pulling her door shut with the other. Touching the key fob in his pocket, he clicked the locks shut.
He positioned her so her head and torso were laid out on the leather seat, her ass on his thighs, her legs captured between his.
“Hands behind your head. Keep them there for the duration of your punishment.”
She shifted a little awkwardly as she got herself into position.
Without ceremony, he flipped up her coat and brought his palm down hard against her bottom.
She tensed at the sudden impact, drawing in a quick, sharp breath.
“Thank me for each swat,” he directed, his cock stiffening almost painfully beneath the feminine weight of her. He smacked her again, even harder.
“Thank you, Sir,” she gasped.
Again, he brought his hand down against her ass with a resounding crack.
“Thank you, Sir,” she cried breathlessly.
Placing one hand over her crossed wrists, he held them tight as he spanked every inch of her ass until it was hot beneath his fingers. She responded with continual thanks, her voice growing increasingly breathless.
Finally satisfied, he let go of her wrists and flipped her coat back down. “Sit up next to me,” he directed.
She slid from him, shifting until she was upright beside him. She winced as her sore bottom made contact with the seat. There was enough ambient light from nearby streetlights to see the tears on her pretty face.
He gently flicked them away with his thumb. “You needed that, didn’t you, sub girl?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, looking down. “Thank you, Sir.”
He resisted the impulse to reach for her chin and turn her face to his. Instead, he focused on her nipples, which were purpling now. “It’s time to take the clamps off. It’s going to hurt, of course.”
He twisted toward her, enjoying the sudden look of fear in her eyes.
“Ready?”
Chapter 15
Even though she knew from experience what to expect, Ellen hissed her pain as the blood rushed back into her tortured nipples. Damon dipped his head toward her breasts. For a delirious moment, she thought he was going to suckle her nipples—to gently lick and kiss each one in turn, soothing any trace of pain.
Instead, he cupped them in his large hands, which was almost as good. She could feel her nipples poking against his palms as the pain ebbed. But after only a moment or two, his hands fell away.
Her cunt still throbbed from his touch, and from the painfully delicious feeling of the skin-on-skin spanking. He might have thought he was delivering a punishment, but for her the spanking had been a reward, even without the slow warmup and attending aftercare. The combination of endorphins and submissive satisfaction left her aching for more.
She wanted him to gather her into his arms and kiss her. She wanted to climb onto his lap, take his face in her hands and pull his mouth to hers. Would he pull away, shocked by her forwardness? Or would he melt into her embrace, losing himself in their passionate kiss?
Don’t be an idiot. No way was she prepared to be so forward. Submission aside, she didn’t want to risk ruining whatever might be developing between them, if anything was. He’d made it clear from the outset he wasn’t interested in romance. She needed to respect that. She needed to keep her head on her shoulders instead of off somewhere in the clouds.
“Climb out and leave the door open,” he said, dispelling her little fantasy once and for all. “Stand with your back to me and lift your coat so I can see your ass by the light from the car. You may hold the front of your coat closed with one hand. The open door should shield you from the road.”
Ellen reflexively glanced around the parking lot. While it remained empty, there were cars passing by along the road. Anyone glancing over might see her, even if they couldn’t see precisely what she was doing.
She opened the door and slid out. It was chilly outside and fully dark. She shivered as she clutched her coat closed as best as she could while reaching back with her free hand to lift the hem high enough to reveal her bottom.
“I didn’t think to bring any salve,” Master Damon commented from behind her. “You may have a little bruising.” He opened the door on his side. “You can drop the coat and get in up front.”
Once they were both seated and buckled, Master Damon turned on the headlights. He drove a few blocks and turned into the lot of a large supermarket. “Let’s go in and grab a few things.”
“Us?” Ellen blurted before she could stop herself.