Bending over her, my cock closes in on her mouth beneath my trousers. I snag the can of cheese from the nightstand and hold it over her head.
“Look up.”
With caution, she obeys, lips parting instinctively.
I squeeze a line onto her tongue. “Good girl.”
She swallows it slowly, like it might be poisoned. Astute of her.
“That,” I murmur, tapping the metal of the spreader bar with one knuckle, “is a device to lock you in place. While Ipunish the fuckout of you.”
“But I?—”
“I’m not interested in excuses.” My tone leaves no room for argument. “You’ve been pushing my buttons on purpose, and you know it. Disappearing. Taking up space inmybed… That little lip you’ve been giving me any chance you get.”
I crouch, pressing my face close to hers. “This month is about submission, Ashlyn.” My fingers drag the paddle closer, and I give it a good thump in my open palm. “And I’m about to teach you exactly what that means.”
She’s still and collected, quiet for once. And I relish the moment.
“Strip. Get on the bed. All fours.”
She follows my instructions without sass and scurries out of her pajamas until her gorgeous little body is sizzling with need. In position, her bare pussy gleams in the low lamplight, looking delectable enough that I want to eat it.
With a firm grip on her leg, I tug it back as she huffs out a hesitating breath, then lock her ankles to the bar, silky thighs spread wide for me. I can smell her cunt from where I stand behind her, palming my cock like a weapon.
“Arms forward.” When she complies, I gather her wrists and secure them with the chains I attached to the headboard. Body stretched tight, she’s unable to move.
“Please use lube.” Muffled into the comforter, her voice is soft. Almost pleading.
It makes me smile.
I rear back with the paddle and let it fly, whacking across her ass with a thunderclap. She jolts forward and screams.
“Nah,” I inform her. “I’ll do what I want.”
Squatting, I let my nose slip between her swollen lips from her clit to her ass—torturous and deliberate. No touch. Just scenting my prey. Her musk floods my lungs, thick with submission, with fear, with heat.
“Turn your head to the side. We’re going to play a little game.”
She obeys, cheek brushing the mattress, one eye catching mine like she’s trying to decode what I’ll do next. I step out of my pants, then my briefs, tossing both onto the window seat behind me. My cock is flushed red, rigid, and seeping with need from the tip—but she hasn’t earned it. Not yet.
“Wh-what game?” Her voice trembles.
“A truth-telling game. You lie, I spank. You hesitate, I spank. You tell the truth, I reward.”
Her body flinches, and I get even more aroused.
“First question…” I trail the wood over her bare skin until goosebumps erupt wherever it hovers. “Did you touch yourself at home thinking about me?”
She doesn’t answer.
The paddle slaps across her ass with a brutal smack.
“Answer.”
“Yes!” she cries. “Yes. I did.”
“Where?”