exposed, asking for a spanking. Her bold claim that she hadn’t pleasured herself frustrated him. He should have corrected her right then and there, but he was too angry.
Without self-control, he’d never be able to control Allie.
He worked to soften his annoyance with her. He fought off his disgust at her bribe—oral sex for forgiveness. Her previous Dom had obviously overlooked her misbehavior in exchange for sucking him off.
But Grant wasn’t Joseph.
Grant despised lies. Truthful communication was key to any relationship, a D/s one in particular. Allie would have to learn that, one way or another.
There was a soft knock at his door. He opened the door to his disobedient property. Her eyes were red from crying. By the way her lower lip trembled, she was going to start weeping again.
“Come in,” he said.
With a swallow, she stepped into his room, her gray eyes pleading. She subtly loosened her robe to display her luscious full breasts.
“Put those away.”
She gasped unhappily. She drew the robe across her nakedness, her eyes downcast. “Please don’t be angry with me, Sir. I have been chaste.”
He shut the door. He picked Allie up and threw her over his shoulder. She shrieked a cry of triumph. She believed he was going to give her a good fucking.
Not quite.
He sank down onto the bed. He laid her, stomach down, across his lap.
“You’re a liar, Mine.”
Jerking up her robe, he exposed her lovely curved ass.
“You’re going to punish me?” Her voice was dismayed.
Who needed words when he could demonstrate? He brought his palm down on her buttocks with a loud slap.
Whistling in a sharp breath, she writhed against him. The blow hurt. Hurt him, too. He took no pleasure in spanking her, but it had to be done. He couldn’t tolerate a lying sub. He delivered another stinging stroke. She twitched and moaned. Her outburst had a strange, unearthly tone. Her moan went on and on.
He hesitated.
Why was she making that sound? She shouldn’t be in that much pain. The woman was amply padded. He wasn’t putting that much force into the blows, either. Maybe her noises were manipulation; she just wanted him to stop.
He slapped her heated ass again. Now she cried out, her whole body shuddering. He stared at her backside. Was she climaxing? The seconds stretched out as he studied his stunning, disobedient property.
She tilted her hips, raising her bright pink ass up for more.
“Damn,” he said. Correction wasn’t about giving her orgasms.
He flipped her over. She lay on his lap, her face flushed, awash with tears and confusion. Her robe fell open. Her outthrust chest was sprinkled with red patches, her nipples sharp and hard.
She had, indeed, climaxed.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, gasping for breath.
He grunted. What had worked for Joseph would not work for him. So much for the transferability of training from one Dom to another.
How could he correct her? Having his near-naked property arched on his lap wasn’t exactly conducive to figuring out an alternative to spanking. He carried her over to a chair near the desk.
“Sit,” he ordered.
She did. She also hastily covered herself up again. At least she’d finally figured out he wouldn’t be diverted by her erotic display.
Unfortunately, convincing her to be honest would be a far more difficult task. Her lying ways were probably a leftover from her time with her ex. A don’t-rock-the-boat mentality. Tact. Self-preservation. Manipulation. Fear, even.
Lying wouldn’t fly with Grant. He required honesty even more than chastity. If Allie wouldn’t be truthful willingly, then he’d have to coax it out of her. Drag it out of her. Force it out of her. Truth serum? Torture? Those methods were out of the question.
How about interrogation?
His eyes drifted over to the box containing the DFX-90 prototype. He smiled. Perfect. Absolutely perfect.
He rigged up the console and the tiny ellipsoidal reflector spotlight to sit on top of the desk.
Without self-control, he’d never be able to control Allie.
He worked to soften his annoyance with her. He fought off his disgust at her bribe—oral sex for forgiveness. Her previous Dom had obviously overlooked her misbehavior in exchange for sucking him off.
But Grant wasn’t Joseph.
Grant despised lies. Truthful communication was key to any relationship, a D/s one in particular. Allie would have to learn that, one way or another.
There was a soft knock at his door. He opened the door to his disobedient property. Her eyes were red from crying. By the way her lower lip trembled, she was going to start weeping again.
“Come in,” he said.
With a swallow, she stepped into his room, her gray eyes pleading. She subtly loosened her robe to display her luscious full breasts.
“Put those away.”
She gasped unhappily. She drew the robe across her nakedness, her eyes downcast. “Please don’t be angry with me, Sir. I have been chaste.”
He shut the door. He picked Allie up and threw her over his shoulder. She shrieked a cry of triumph. She believed he was going to give her a good fucking.
Not quite.
He sank down onto the bed. He laid her, stomach down, across his lap.
“You’re a liar, Mine.”
Jerking up her robe, he exposed her lovely curved ass.
“You’re going to punish me?” Her voice was dismayed.
Who needed words when he could demonstrate? He brought his palm down on her buttocks with a loud slap.
Whistling in a sharp breath, she writhed against him. The blow hurt. Hurt him, too. He took no pleasure in spanking her, but it had to be done. He couldn’t tolerate a lying sub. He delivered another stinging stroke. She twitched and moaned. Her outburst had a strange, unearthly tone. Her moan went on and on.
He hesitated.
Why was she making that sound? She shouldn’t be in that much pain. The woman was amply padded. He wasn’t putting that much force into the blows, either. Maybe her noises were manipulation; she just wanted him to stop.
He slapped her heated ass again. Now she cried out, her whole body shuddering. He stared at her backside. Was she climaxing? The seconds stretched out as he studied his stunning, disobedient property.
She tilted her hips, raising her bright pink ass up for more.
“Damn,” he said. Correction wasn’t about giving her orgasms.
He flipped her over. She lay on his lap, her face flushed, awash with tears and confusion. Her robe fell open. Her outthrust chest was sprinkled with red patches, her nipples sharp and hard.
She had, indeed, climaxed.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, gasping for breath.
He grunted. What had worked for Joseph would not work for him. So much for the transferability of training from one Dom to another.
How could he correct her? Having his near-naked property arched on his lap wasn’t exactly conducive to figuring out an alternative to spanking. He carried her over to a chair near the desk.
“Sit,” he ordered.
She did. She also hastily covered herself up again. At least she’d finally figured out he wouldn’t be diverted by her erotic display.
Unfortunately, convincing her to be honest would be a far more difficult task. Her lying ways were probably a leftover from her time with her ex. A don’t-rock-the-boat mentality. Tact. Self-preservation. Manipulation. Fear, even.
Lying wouldn’t fly with Grant. He required honesty even more than chastity. If Allie wouldn’t be truthful willingly, then he’d have to coax it out of her. Drag it out of her. Force it out of her. Truth serum? Torture? Those methods were out of the question.
How about interrogation?
His eyes drifted over to the box containing the DFX-90 prototype. He smiled. Perfect. Absolutely perfect.
He rigged up the console and the tiny ellipsoidal reflector spotlight to sit on top of the desk.
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