“I’ve got few rules, Clara. You’ve broken one of my rules, and I will not have it in my house. I’ve got a fitting punishment for you. Stand up now, or I will add more to your punishment.” He waited for her to take his hand. Clara didn’t. Her green eyes set him ablaze with the contemptuous look she sent his way. Didn’t she have the first clue that everything she did was only turning him on? He was f**king rock hard, ready to f**k her at a moment’s notice.
“You can’t do this. It’s unfair and wrong,” she said, remaining in her seat.
“We can go inside the house to deal with your punishment, or we can deal with it outside. I’ve got an order of your clothes coming, and I will make sure our guests witness your punishment.”
“You brute. Are you some kind of Dominant?” she asked.
“So you know what those are?”
Her cheeks flamed, but she didn’t answer.
“No, I’m not a Dominant. I’ve got no playroom or equipment to punish you with. I don’t own floggers. What I’ve got is my hand, some fancy dildos, and some rope. I don’t need anything else to get my pleasure.” Her gaze returned to his in shock. “What’s it going to be, Clara? Punishment in privacy or for others to see?”
Slowly, she gave him her hand. Her fingers were shaking. Drawing her to her feet, he admired her body, the length of legs she tried to hide.
“You did that on purpose,” she said, trying to bend down to cover her legs.
“You’ll learn to give me everything I want and not try to hide yourself. Your punishment remains.” He took her hand and led her back into the house. Nick stopped, thinking about the best place for her to have her punishment. The only room, besides the bedroom, that would do was the sitting room. The curtains were open, and glancing at the clock as he passed her saw their company didn’t come for another two hours at least. They were free to do what they wanted until then.
“We’re not going upstairs? What if someone comes?” she asked, pulling on his hand.
“You should have thought about that before you broke one of my rules.”
She stamped her foot. “I didn’t know your rules. This is wrong, Nick.”
He liked the sound of his name coming from her lips too much.
“Then today you’ll learn at least one of them.” He wasn’t going to hurt her, but he’d have her over his knee and feeling her against him.
Sitting down in the center of the sofa, he tapped his knee. “Over you go.”
****
“You’re being a complete and utter bastard,” Clara said, fuming at his happiness. Her pu**y was melting as well. She was so ashamed to be turned on over a punishment. One moment she wasn’t getting any kind of attention, and now she got nothing but attention. It was driving her insane.
“I’ve been called worse, baby.” He leaned back, showing off his knees. His thighs looked big enough to take her weight. No one had ever tried to get her to rest on them before. “Over you go. The longer you take risks someone seeing you.”
Glaring at him, she stepped closer and moved over his knees. His hand banded around her waist, helping her in place. Her stomach rested in the gap between his legs with her br**sts pressed to his thigh. Both of his hands moved her to how he wanted her. She was surprised he didn’t make any noise when he put her into position. Her weight had no effect on him.
“There. That wasn’t so hard was it?” he asked.
“What is my punishment?”
“You’ll have to wait and see.”
Lying across his legs, she held onto the fabric of his trousers waiting for him to give her a punishment.
One of his hands held onto her waist. She didn’t know where his other hand was. He started to lift up the night shirt she wore. Clara waited and then suddenly realized she had no underwear on.
“Stop,” she said.
“Well, Clara, I have to say I’m surprised at you. I thought you’d at least wear some kind of panties.” The smile in his voice was hard not to detect.
“Are you laughing at me?”
“Not at all. It’s nice to see you’re a natural redhead.”
“Oh God,” she said, burying her head against his leg wishing he’d get her embarrassment over with. She’d suffered enough. He didn’t have to prolong her misery with his words.
His hand lay on her ass, not moving.
“Your ass is f**king beautiful,” he said, caressing the cheek.
She felt like she was going to burn alive at his touch. The room was light, and he’d be able to see every lump and bump within her flesh. Did she have cellulite on her ass? She didn’t know. Looking at her ass in the mirror hadn’t been part of her activities.
Down his touch went, curving over her ass then down her thighs.
“Your body is beautiful, Clara.”
Not saying anything, she waited for him to be done with her.
“Punish me already,” she said.
“No, I’m going to take my time.”
He caressed her ass. Her response to his touch annoyed her. Nick shouldn’t be inspiring a response from her.
“Do you want your punishment to be less severe?” he asked. His voice sounded strained to her.
“In what way?” She turned to look at the back of the sofa. Staring into his eyes was not a possibility at the moment. What if he was laughing at her?
“Nah, you see that would spoil our fun if I tell you want I want, Clara.”
“Then you want me to agree without knowing what I have to do to stop my punishment being painful?”
How her life had changed in the matter of twenty-four hours. If she was living with her parents she’d be cleaning their house as they sat around doing nothing. She was nothing but a slave to her family.
“You’ve got to take a chance in life. Do you want to continue with a harsh punishment or take a chance and get one lighter?”
Resting her head on his thigh, she thought through what he was saying. Would it be so hard to take a chance with him? She didn’t know the answer to her own questions. Nick confused her. What pain could be worse?
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?”
No, she wasn’t sure about anything anymore.
“Yes,” she said, letting out a sigh.
His fingers caressed her ass. Suddenly, he lifted her up and stood. He spun her to face him.
Licking her dry lips, she stared up into his eyes. They were a dark amber as he looked down at her.