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Sophie’s gaze was back on the colossal black structure in the corner of the room, her eyes widening as she devoured the sight of the thing. Her brow furrowed. “What is that, Daddy?”
Jared licked his lips, inching toward her. “I’m glad you asked, Sophie, because that is a present for you. It’s a playpen.”
She gasped, an audible sound that seemed to echo around the room. “For me, Daddy?”
This time he couldn’t help but smile. “You had your question, little girl,” Jared reminded her. “But let me explain. Daddy’s desk is just over there.”
Jared gestured toward the expensive black desk sitting in the opposite corner and Sophie’s gaze followed his to acknowledge it. “You see it?”
There was no need to ask. She clearly saw it, but Jared was relishing the look of Sophie down there on her knees, trying to piece the whole sordid picture together in her head. Frankly, her confusion was making him hard again.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“That’s where Daddy works, and unfortunately baby, there are some things I have to do even though you’re here with me.”
Sophie craned her neck to meet his gaze again, and for a second, there was silence while they assessed each other’s faces.
“And when I do, I need to keep an eye on you. Of course, I could leave you tied in your room, but I’d rather have you with me.”
A tiny whimper escaped her lips as the penny began to drop. “I-in there?”
Jared smirked at her reaction. The more Sophie looked, the more she was no doubt identifying all those perfect little additions Jared had included in the pen. The structure was like any other playpen, but this was made of metal and effectively had a roof—a construction that would seal Sophie inside and keep her safe if he needed to leave her momentarily. Jared didn’t want to call it a cage—Sophie wasn’t an animal, and he didn’t want her to see herself that way—but, she was his captive now, and he needed to contain her. Whether she liked it or not. That meant that when she was inside, it wouldn’t just be the metal erection that constrained her, but the chains and cuffs he’d secured in there, too. If she was a good girl, then perhaps, Sophie could be free to roam inside sometimes, but on the whole, he wanted her bound.
Bound and wet and needy—just the way she was meant to be.
“Yes, little girl.” Jared fixed her with an intentionally determined stare. “That’s where you go.”
Sophie’s shocked gaze fell over the pen again and she started to pant even harder.
“Do you like it?” He raised an eyebrow with the question and watched as she flustered.
“Daddy, I…” She bit down hard on her lower lip. “Why? Why do I need to go in there?”
Jared chuckled. “To keep you safe baby,” he purred. “And I think you used your question already, didn’t you?”
Sophie inhaled, her hands visibly shaking.
“Go and take a look, little girl.” He lowered, pressing his palm into the small of her back and encouraging Sophie toward the thing until she shuffled forward, the chain jangling between her feet.
“Oh God!” She pressed her palms to her mouth when they moved nearer.
“Isn’t it lovely?” Jared’s tone was sardonic, but there was truth in it, too.
The pen was beautifully crafted and completely bespoke. It had taken some weeks to build and hadn’t been cheap, but as Jared approached the structure now, it had all been worth it. He’d had the thing lined with soft white faux fur and satin, so his little girl would be snug inside, but inside she would be.
Sophie turned back to regard him. “I can’t.” Her voice was shaky. “I can’t. Please, Daddy. Please don’t make me go in there!”
If there had been any doubt about how much of a sick fuck Jared was, this was the moment that crystalized it for him. Sophie was a beautiful woman, and on the whole since he’d taken her, she’d been reasonably compliant, yielding to him wonderfully, but all of that changed nothing. Even though there was real terror dancing in her eyes, no compassion stirred in Jared. In fact, as he rose back to his full height and gazed down at her, the only thing stirring was his lust. He loved that flicker of panic he noticed, the way her breathing had accelerated and the fact she was having trouble getting the words out. He relished the adorable flush of her cheeks and the way her limbs trembled. It was perfect and it was turning him on.
“You’re going in, Sophie.” Jared’s tone was stern. “You know you are.”
Her face crumpled while her gaze flitted between the pen and the man who was going to force her into it. “But—”
“But nothing,” he interrupted. “We both know you’re going to do as you’re told, so there really is only one question, little girl.”
Jared’s voice thundered around the room and Sophie startled. “Are you going to obey the rules and be Daddy’s good girl, or do I need to make you go in?”
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“Where do you want me, sir?” She flashed him a salacious smile, and even though Dalton still didn’t seem to be able to get up and join her, he returned it.
In that one moment in time, in his mind—or wherever the hell they were—it didn’t matter.
All that mattered was this. His beautiful firecracker was standing there in all her glory and the most astounding gift of all—her submission.
“Sir?”
“On your knees.”
Dalton’s voice was gravelly, and her lips curled at the timbre, but she didn’t query it. She lowered to her knees with grace, raising her gaze to meet his eye once she was in position.
“And now?”
“And now, you wait.” Despite the fact he couldn’t reach for his cock, Dalton could feel his arousal burgeoning, and he was hard for her—harder than he’d been for a long time. “Wait for my command.”
“Yes, sir.”
She bit her lip, as though suppressing the urge to smile, her gaze falling to the polished floor between them.
“You look incredible.” He couldn’t help but compliment her. “You always look incredible.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“And I can’t wait to have you again, little girl. To have you, bind you, and bury myself in you until you’re desperate—until you can’t take anymore.”
Her lips twitched. “I want that, as well.”
“But first, there’s something we must do.”
She drew in a deep breath, her nipples beading into tight buds.
“What, sir?”
“You already know what.”
Delilah’s gaze flitted toward the corner of the room, and even though he hadn’t seen the structure for himself, he knew she was right. That’s where it was.
That’s where the cage was waiting.
“The cage, sir.”
His arousal amplified until its insistent throbbing was almost painful.
“Yes, the cage. You still want it, don’t you?”
Her face flamed with heat. “You know, I do.”
“So, get going.” His smile widened. “Let’s see you crawl over there and climb inside for me. I want to be able to screw your pretty little mouth at one end, and your gorgeous pussy at the other.”
The most sensational smile lit up her face, and though there was obvious trepidation, it was clear the overriding emotion for Delilah was excitement. Surrendering this way got her so hot and bothered, and ever since Dalton had suggested they try the cage, she had reveled in it, wanting to spend more and more time there, wanting to be confined for his pleasure—for their pleasure.
Slowly, her palms pressed forward, and she edged toward the open cage. It was clearer to him now, the metal visible, although he was sure he hadn’t moved. Another quirk of the dream, he decided as she confronted the entrance. Glancing back over her shoulder, Delilah was the picture of his every hedonistic wet dream. Her fit, nubile body, ready to do his bidding, her knees splayed as her back arched, presenting him with her glorious sex. All she needed was a tail in her delectable backside to complete the picture.
She was perfect.
“In you go.”
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“You can make it up to me later,” he demanded as he sauntered towards the place where she was still kneeling. “After I have punished you for defying me.”
Brigid panted at Jerrik’s assertions, and she drew in a deep breath, as if to compose herself. “I know I am your wife now,” she murmured in response. “But I am also a grown woman, Jerrik, and a mother. I cannot have you punishing me, especially in front of Bram.”
Her tone was laced with just a hint of insolence, and it was enough to stir his already unsatisfied cock.
“You no longer have the choice,” he reminded her flatly. “You’re my responsibility now, Brigid, and our children will be of my heritage. Your defiance will be punished. It is how us Vikings deal with such things.”
She dropped the vegetables and rose unsteadily to her feet. Brigid was trembling, and Jerrik wondered if it was fear that inspired the gesture, or something else. It had been some time since Brigid had been mastered, and he was starting to wonder if her first husband had ever truly done the job. He sensed there was a part of her that wanted to yield to someone stronger than herself, but the woman had spent so long being responsible for herself and Bram, she seemed to be struggling with the new power dynamic. Jerrik could understand that. He needed to guide her.
“What will you do?” she whispered, gazing up at him with anxious eyes.
Jerrik smiled, moving towards her and taking one of those small, cold palms in his hands. “Nothing severe,” he promised. “Just enough to remind you of your place.”
“The b-birch?” she stammered, barely able to articulate the final word.
Evidently, his little wife had quite the fear of the birch, and he mused that it would be worth remembering that for future misdemeanours, of which he was sure they would be a great many.
“No,” he assured her. “Not this time.”
Brigit exhaled in apparent relief. “Then what?”
Jerrik shook his head with a grin. “I had intended to surprise you with the penance later,” he said, dropping his tone as he inched towards her body.
“Please,” she replied, craning her neck to look up into his eyes. “I’ve never done this before, Jerrik. Bram’s father never…”
She paused, lowering her gaze.
“He never punished you?” Jerrik offered.
He wasn’t well versed in Pict traditions, but it seemed ludicrous that the man had done nothing to love or guide his spouse at all.
“He never really did anything to me,” she replied with a sigh. “Apart from the obvious—usually when he had consumed too much mead. So long as I fed him on time, he generally left me be.”
“I see.” Jerrik’s tone had lowered in response to Brigid’s description. He was pleased he would never have to meet this man and make him atone for his incompetence. It seemed as though there was already enough to be done.
“You’ll find I am quite a different proposition,” he told her. “I have high expectations of you, Brigid, but I will repay your effort with my sword and dagger which will protect and provide for you, and with my body, which will honour you. I’m sure you know to what I speak, but if there was any doubt, then I hope the last evenings have reassured you?”
Brigid sucked her lower lip between her teeth at Jerrik’s words. It was clear she did remember their unions of consummation. “Yes,” she replied in a breathy tone. “I should like more of that.”
Her face flamed at the admission, and he chuckled at her embarrassment. “And you shall have it,” he told her. “Just as you shall bear my punishment.”
She swallowed, but in those hazel eyes there was a flicker of acknowledgement. “Aye, well,” she murmured. “I will try and yield, Jerrik, yet I think I am out of practise.”
Jerrik grinned at the concession. “A good, hard, bare-bottomed spanking over my knee should help you to remember,” he drawled. “Do you not think?”
Her breaths were coming out in short, fast pants. “A spanking?”
He nodded. “Yes.”
Brigid closed her eyes at his edict. “Then please, Jerrik, do not make me endure it in front of my son. This is new to him also.”
Jerrik appraised her pained expression with interest. He’d never even contemplated the child witnessing her penance until now; in fact, until this morning, he’d never even contemplated having a child before.
“We shall find something to amuse him this afternoon,” he decided, raising his hand to gently tilt her chin in his direction.
The touch of his hand at her face drew Brigid’s eyes open in an instant, and for a long moment, their eyes locked.
“And once we are alone, you will learn how to submit, wife.”
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Sophie’s gaze was back on the colossal black structure in the corner of the room, her eyes widening as she devoured the sight of the thing. Her brow furrowed. “What is that, Daddy?”
Jared licked his lips, inching toward her. “I’m glad you asked, Sophie, because that is a present for you. It’s a playpen.”
She gasped, an audible sound that seemed to echo around the room. “For me, Daddy?”
This time he couldn’t help but smile. “You had your question, little girl,” Jared reminded her. “But let me explain. Daddy’s desk is just over there.”
Jared gestured toward the expensive black desk sitting in the opposite corner and Sophie’s gaze followed his to acknowledge it. “You see it?”
There was no need to ask. She clearly saw it, but Jared was relishing the look of Sophie down there on her knees, trying to piece the whole sordid picture together in her head. Frankly, her confusion was making him hard again.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“That’s where Daddy works, and unfortunately baby, there are some things I have to do even though you’re here with me.”
Sophie craned her neck to meet his gaze again, and for a second, there was silence while they assessed each other’s faces.
“And when I do, I need to keep an eye on you. Of course, I could leave you tied in your room, but I’d rather have you with me.”
A tiny whimper escaped her lips as the penny began to drop. “I-in there?”
Jared smirked at her reaction. The more Sophie looked, the more she was no doubt identifying all those perfect little additions Jared had included in the pen. The structure was like any other playpen, but this was made of metal and effectively had a roof—a construction that would seal Sophie inside and keep her safe if he needed to leave her momentarily. Jared didn’t want to call it a cage—Sophie wasn’t an animal, and he didn’t want her to see herself that way—but, she was his captive now, and he needed to contain her. Whether she liked it or not. That meant that when she was inside, it wouldn’t just be the metal erection that constrained her, but the chains and cuffs he’d secured in there, too. If she was a good girl, then perhaps, Sophie could be free to roam inside sometimes, but on the whole, he wanted her bound.
Bound and wet and needy—just the way she was meant to be.
“Yes, little girl.” Jared fixed her with an intentionally determined stare. “That’s where you go.”
Sophie’s shocked gaze fell over the pen again and she started to pant even harder.
“Do you like it?” He raised an eyebrow with the question and watched as she flustered.
“Daddy, I…” She bit down hard on her lower lip. “Why? Why do I need to go in there?”
Jared chuckled. “To keep you safe baby,” he purred. “And I think you used your question already, didn’t you?”
Sophie inhaled, her hands visibly shaking.
“Go and take a look, little girl.” He lowered, pressing his palm into the small of her back and encouraging Sophie toward the thing until she shuffled forward, the chain jangling between her feet.
“Oh God!” She pressed her palms to her mouth when they moved nearer.
“Isn’t it lovely?” Jared’s tone was sardonic, but there was truth in it, too.
The pen was beautifully crafted and completely bespoke. It had taken some weeks to build and hadn’t been cheap, but as Jared approached the structure now, it had all been worth it. He’d had the thing lined with soft white faux fur and satin, so his little girl would be snug inside, but inside she would be.
Sophie turned back to regard him. “I can’t.” Her voice was shaky. “I can’t. Please, Daddy. Please don’t make me go in there!”
If there had been any doubt about how much of a sick fuck Jared was, this was the moment that crystalized it for him. Sophie was a beautiful woman, and on the whole since he’d taken her, she’d been reasonably compliant, yielding to him wonderfully, but all of that changed nothing. Even though there was real terror dancing in her eyes, no compassion stirred in Jared. In fact, as he rose back to his full height and gazed down at her, the only thing stirring was his lust. He loved that flicker of panic he noticed, the way her breathing had accelerated and the fact she was having trouble getting the words out. He relished the adorable flush of her cheeks and the way her limbs trembled. It was perfect and it was turning him on.
“You’re going in, Sophie.” Jared’s tone was stern. “You know you are.”
Her face crumpled while her gaze flitted between the pen and the man who was going to force her into it. “But—”
“But nothing,” he interrupted. “We both know you’re going to do as you’re told, so there really is only one question, little girl.”
Jared’s voice thundered around the room and Sophie startled. “Are you going to obey the rules and be Daddy’s good girl, or do I need to make you go in?”
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“Don’t make me go in there,” she begged, her voice husky with the terror she felt on the subject.
Connor simply shook his head at her. “There is no discussion on this. You’re going in the cage.”
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“What’s that supposed to mean?” she quipped once more. “Are you threatening me… again?”
He smiled at her, hoping she could sense how hazardous her situation was at this moment. Dalton wasn’t usually the kind of man who would force himself on anyone. He loved his kink, but he only practiced it in consensual unions. Dalton wasn’t his brother— he had never taken anyone without consent, and he never would. Connor and he shared many proclivities, but his little brother had always had a darker edge than he. Delilah however, was pushing all of his buttons; one after the other, as though she were waiting for him—begging him—to respond with a show of dominance.
“I’m not threatening you,” Dalton assured her. “I’m promising you. If you don’t curb your tone, and apologize to me right away, I’m not only going to give you a lesson in bondage, but also one in respect.”
Delilah’s nostrils flared at the sound of his words. “You wouldn’t fucking dare,” she replied in almost a snarl. “I don’t know who you are, Dalton Reilly, but you can’t do a damn thing to me.”
Dalton took a deep breath, steadying himself. “You’re wrong, Delilah,” he told her softly. “You came to me, looking for answers, and then—in the sanctuary of my own office—you try and charge me. That is not acceptable defences.”
“Says you,” she countered, dryly.
“Right.” Dalton confirmed. “It’s my rules, in my office in the building I help run, but you knew all of that before you brought your pretty little arse over here. Didn’t you, Delilah?”
She bit her lip, the color in her cheeks growing stronger. “You think it’s pretty?”
Her tone was laced with sarcasm, and the sound furled the tension in Dalton’s groin. He couldn’t wait to haul the aforementioned arse straight over his lap and tan it with his palm.
“You know I do,” he murmured. “You’re a smart girl, Delle. I know you can sense what’s happening between us.”
Delilah’s eyes sparkled as Dalton confirmed the compliment. “Yet you’re still going to give me that lesson?”
What was that? She almost sounded more hopeful than defiant.
“You’re damn right I am,” he replied, tugging her body forward with the ropes at her wrists. “It’s about time you learned what happens when you defy me.”
Dalton pulled harder, sending Delilah’s body lurching toward him. Her eyes were as wide as saucers as she stumbled, her concern obvious, yet still there was only a barrage of abuse form her mouth.
“Get off me!” she barked. “You have no right to manhandle me this way. I didn’t consent to this.”
He sighed. Technically, Delilah was correct—she hadn’t signed up for a spanking, but that was just tough, because a spanking was exactly what she was going to get. Dalton intended to leave her backside stinging, so that every time she sat down for the rest of the day, Delilah would think of him.
“You wanted to know more about BDSM, Delle.” She landed against his lap, her bound hands grasping at his knees as her shocked face rose to meet his statement. Dalton smiled. “And you asked for a practical demonstration of my bondage skills. Now, you’re just going to get a little bit more than you bargained for, that’s all.”
Dalton lifted her arms, taking Delilah’s weight as he raised her back to her feet. The expression on her face was absolutely priceless, and now both her mind and her lips were stunned into silence.
“Get over here,” he instructed, drawing the bewildered redhead around to his right side by her bound wrists.
Delilah gasped, but her feet were moving, and a moment later she stood trembling beside him.
“Can I assume you’ve never been spanked before?” Dalton knew his tone was mocking, but somehow, he couldn’t help himself.
Exerting himself over Delilah like this was absolutely exhilarating. Yes, he’d dominated plenty of women before and he’d enjoyed virtually every encounter, but not like this. This was something else—the energy in the room was palpable—and so far, he’d only bound Delilah and threatened her with a spanking. Dalton’s mind was filled with possibilities, his imagination considering each one as he tugged at the black ropes again.
“Delilah?”
“No,” she rasped. “No, I haven’t.”
Her body was still, and dare he say, compliant, but those sky-blue eyes were ablaze with indignation.
“Since you’re being punished for the way you behaved, Delilah, I’d like you to call me sir, or Mr. Reilly, if you prefer.”
Fury sparkled in Delilah’s eyes. “Sir?” She practically choked on the word. “No fucking way, Dalton.”
Dalton jerked her wrists forward. Not enough for Delilah to lose balance, but enough to make her yelp in panic as she struggled to stay on her feet. “Will you just do as you’re told?”
She turned to him, and now the venom in her gaze was obvious. “Yes, Mr. Reilly,” she hissed.
Dalton sighed again. It seemed everything was going to be a battle with Delilah, but that was okay. He was too damn excited at the prospect of spanking her to much care, and anyway, hadn’t she ceded in the end, giving him what he sought once he had pressed the point?
Their gazes locked, the intensity blazing between them almost as powerfully as the blush burgeoning at her face. “I’d love to say I’ll go easy on you, Delilah,” he told her. “But I’m not a liar.”
Delilah sucked the air in between her teeth. “Wait!” she almost screeched. “You can’t do this. You can’t—”
He’d heard enough, and yanking hard, he sent Delilah crashing down over his thighs. She crumpled over him unceremoniously, seemingly temporarily stunned that he’d had the audacity to haul her down across his lap.
How the fuck? Her startled thoughts curled Dalton’s lips, though of course, now Delilah couldn’t see the gesture. How dare he? How dare he do this?
Her feet kicked out against the plush carpet of his office, her stiletto heels lost as she still screamed in protest. Dalton steadied her, ensuring her bound arms were okay before his attention turned back to her fabulous arse. He ran one palm down over the back of her pencil skirt.
Delilah panted, twisting her head to look at him. “You can’t do this!”
Her cheeks were flustered now, her eyes watery as though she was on the brink of tears. Evidently, Delilah had not found herself in this position before, and it was clear that was the one point she had told the truth about.
“I am doing this, Delle,” he said soothingly. “And things will go a lot smoother if you’d stop fighting.”
The tension in her muscles seemed to peak at his request, and her legs came crashing back against the carpet again. “Fuck that!” The fury was back in her voice as well. “I am not going to let you do this.”
Dalton shook his head. He didn’t know much about the little firecracker across his lap, but he’d already garnered enough to acknowledge nothing could ever be easy with her.
“Have it your way then.”
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“What’s that supposed to mean?” she quipped once more. “Are you threatening me… again?”
He smiled at her, hoping she could sense how hazardous her situation was at this moment. Dalton wasn’t usually the kind of man who would force himself on anyone. He loved his kink, but he only practiced it in consensual unions. Dalton wasn’t his brother— he had never taken anyone without consent, and he never would. Connor and he shared many proclivities, but his little brother had always had a darker edge than he. Delilah however, was pushing all of his buttons; one after the other, as though she were waiting for him—begging him—to respond with a show of dominance.
“I’m not threatening you,” Dalton assured her. “I’m promising you. If you don’t curb your tone, and apologize to me right away, I’m not only going to give you a lesson in bondage, but also one in respect.”
Delilah’s nostrils flared at the sound of his words. “You wouldn’t fucking dare,” she replied in almost a snarl. “I don’t know who you are, Dalton Reilly, but you can’t do a damn thing to me.”
Dalton took a deep breath, steadying himself. “You’re wrong, Delilah,” he told her softly. “You came to me, looking for answers, and then—in the sanctuary of my own office—you try and charge me. That is not acceptable defences.”
“Says you,” she countered, dryly.
“Right.” Dalton confirmed. “It’s my rules, in my office in the building I help run, but you knew all of that before you brought your pretty little arse over here. Didn’t you, Delilah?”
She bit her lip, the color in her cheeks growing stronger. “You think it’s pretty?”
Her tone was laced with sarcasm, and the sound furled the tension in Dalton’s groin. He couldn’t wait to haul the aforementioned arse straight over his lap and tan it with his palm.
“You know I do,” he murmured. “You’re a smart girl, Delle. I know you can sense what’s happening between us.”
Delilah’s eyes sparkled as Dalton confirmed the compliment. “Yet you’re still going to give me that lesson?”
What was that? She almost sounded more hopeful than defiant.
“You’re damn right I am,” he replied, tugging her body forward with the ropes at her wrists. “It’s about time you learned what happens when you defy me.”
Dalton pulled harder, sending Delilah’s body lurching toward him. Her eyes were as wide as saucers as she stumbled, her concern obvious, yet still there was only a barrage of abuse form her mouth.
“Get off me!” she barked. “You have no right to manhandle me this way. I didn’t consent to this.”
He sighed. Technically, Delilah was correct—she hadn’t signed up for a spanking, but that was just tough, because a spanking was exactly what she was going to get. Dalton intended to leave her backside stinging, so that every time she sat down for the rest of the day, Delilah would think of him.
“You wanted to know more about BDSM, Delle.” She landed against his lap, her bound hands grasping at his knees as her shocked face rose to meet his statement. Dalton smiled. “And you asked for a practical demonstration of my bondage skills. Now, you’re just going to get a little bit more than you bargained for, that’s all.”
Dalton lifted her arms, taking Delilah’s weight as he raised her back to her feet. The expression on her face was absolutely priceless, and now both her mind and her lips were stunned into silence.
“Get over here,” he instructed, drawing the bewildered redhead around to his right side by her bound wrists.
Delilah gasped, but her feet were moving, and a moment later she stood trembling beside him.
“Can I assume you’ve never been spanked before?” Dalton knew his tone was mocking, but somehow, he couldn’t help himself.
Exerting himself over Delilah like this was absolutely exhilarating. Yes, he’d dominated plenty of women before and he’d enjoyed virtually every encounter, but not like this. This was something else—the energy in the room was palpable—and so far, he’d only bound Delilah and threatened her with a spanking. Dalton’s mind was filled with possibilities, his imagination considering each one as he tugged at the black ropes again.
“Delilah?”
“No,” she rasped. “No, I haven’t.”
Her body was still, and dare he say, compliant, but those sky-blue eyes were ablaze with indignation.
“Since you’re being punished for the way you behaved, Delilah, I’d like you to call me sir, or Mr. Reilly, if you prefer.”
Fury sparkled in Delilah’s eyes. “Sir?” She practically choked on the word. “No fucking way, Dalton.”
Dalton jerked her wrists forward. Not enough for Delilah to lose balance, but enough to make her yelp in panic as she struggled to stay on her feet. “Will you just do as you’re told?”
She turned to him, and now the venom in her gaze was obvious. “Yes, Mr. Reilly,” she hissed.
Dalton sighed again. It seemed everything was going to be a battle with Delilah, but that was okay. He was too damn excited at the prospect of spanking her to much care, and anyway, hadn’t she ceded in the end, giving him what he sought once he had pressed the point?
Their gazes locked, the intensity blazing between them almost as powerfully as the blush burgeoning at her face. “I’d love to say I’ll go easy on you, Delilah,” he told her. “But I’m not a liar.”
Delilah sucked the air in between her teeth. “Wait!” she almost screeched. “You can’t do this. You can’t—”
He’d heard enough, and yanking hard, he sent Delilah crashing down over his thighs. She crumpled over him unceremoniously, seemingly temporarily stunned that he’d had the audacity to haul her down across his lap.
How the fuck? Her startled thoughts curled Dalton’s lips, though of course, now Delilah couldn’t see the gesture. How dare he? How dare he do this?
Her feet kicked out against the plush carpet of his office, her stiletto heels lost as she still screamed in protest. Dalton steadied her, ensuring her bound arms were okay before his attention turned back to her fabulous arse. He ran one palm down over the back of her pencil skirt.
Delilah panted, twisting her head to look at him. “You can’t do this!”
Her cheeks were flustered now, her eyes watery as though she was on the brink of tears. Evidently, Delilah had not found herself in this position before, and it was clear that was the one point she had told the truth about.
“I am doing this, Delle,” he said soothingly. “And things will go a lot smoother if you’d stop fighting.”
The tension in her muscles seemed to peak at his request, and her legs came crashing back against the carpet again. “Fuck that!” The fury was back in her voice as well. “I am not going to let you do this.”
Dalton shook his head. He didn’t know much about the little firecracker across his lap, but he’d already garnered enough to acknowledge nothing could ever be easy with her.
“Have it your way then.”
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The rhythmic patting at her clit which could so easily lull Lily into somewhere heavenly if only Ethan would allow it to continue for long enough vanished again, replaced by a hard strike to her pussy instead. She screamed this time, permitting the pent-up energy coursing around her body to be liberated as the pain spiked, but as soon as the sound was out, the gentle crop was back. Teasing her, luring her and forcing Lily back into the realms of pleasure again.
Oh, sir. She tried to gather her scattering thoughts.
Only Ethan could do this. Only he could make her feel this way. One moment he makes an admission that should shock her to the core, and the next he has her back against the ropes again, hurting her and pleasing her—all at the same time.
“Is that good?” he asked with a laugh, but all Lily could do was blink in response.
He had a fistful of her hair and she could barely move her head, and all she could think about was that relentless little tapping at her clit.
Tap, tap, tap.
Each soft lick goading her, and drawing her body closer and closer to ecstasy.
And then the burgeoning pleasure was gone, and he brought he crop back down hard against her wetness instead, eliciting an even louder, guttural cry from her stretched lips.
“I said, is that good?”
Ethan’s voice was demanding.
Yes, sir.
She forced her reeling thoughts to answer him. Yes, sir. More. Please.
The sound of his dark laughter enveloped her as the tapping resumed, his hand tightening against her scalp.
“You’re going to come for me like this, pet,” he snarled from somewhere over her head.
Oh God. He was right, and Lily’s eyes squeezed shut in response. Much more of this and she was going to come. It was so good. It was all so good. All the pain and intensity of it. The way he was immobilizing her, the collar at her neck and the fucking horrible gag in her mouth. It was maddening, but it was working, pulling her rebellious body toward the highs that only Ethan had access to. The crop continued its magic, making her gasp and clench around the plastic in her mouth and the long plastic shaft still shoved into her arse. The aching fullness taunted her, reminding her who owned her body as Ethan’s crop tormented her clit through the hair of the tail he forced her to wear.
“That’s right.”
She blinked her eyes open at the sound of his growl, but Lily could barely take in anything. She didn’t see the garden furniture stacked neatly in front of her, or the numerous potted plants she’d been growing out here for years.
All there was now was Ethan and his wonderful darkness, and the knowledge that he was going to make her succumb.
It was only a matter of time.
“That’s right,” he told her again. “You’re mine, little pet. Mine to leash, mine to plug and mine to torture.”
Yes, sir.
“Tell me!”
I’m yours.
“Louder!”
Oh fuck, Ethan. I’m yours, sir. She screeched the words as powerfully as she could from her head into his.
“And who owns this arse?” he demanded, tapping the crop against the base of the plug wedged into her behind.
Lily moaned at the change of tact. Her body missing the clitoral stimulation, yet the tremors he sent through the plug nearly made her come anyway.
You own it, Ethan.
She wanted to turn her head and see him, but the fist in her hair was having none of it. There was no moving. There was no independent thought.
There was only Ethan.
Ethan’s will and Ethan’s way.
“And this cunt?” he mused out loud, dragging the crop south from the butt plug to her dripping wet pussy. “Who owns this, Lily?”
Her breaths were coming out in short, sharp bursts by now, her mind struggling to keep up with the multitude of sensations he was creating throughout her body.
You! she yelled as she blinked at the hand-crafted pots. You own it, sir.
Ethan lifted the crop and Lily just had time to gasp before it came crashing down against her pussy again, the pain now morphing straight into heat as her body sought out the pleasure it knew it deserved.
He chuckled ominously at that thought.
“Oh, you deserve it baby,” he agreed as he spanked her pussy with the crop again. “And don’t you worry, I’m going to give it to you.”
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