Page 41 of The Christmas Nanny

“Enough,” Quartermain said. He entered the room, leaving the bookshelf open. “Everyone but Christine needs to leave immediately.”

“I wasn’t done,” Jacob said. He took the paddle from my hand and started toward Quartermain.

Quartermain pushed back his suit jacket, allowing us to see the holstered gun. “You are done.”

Stephanie and Samantha left.

“It’s okay,” I said to Jacob. “I can handle him.” I stared at Quartermain. The thing with being an escort for wealthy men is that you learned what they liked, didn’t like, and what they feared. Some wanted to be treated with respect, and others wanted to be putty in your hands. Quartermain had, more often than not, been putty in my hands.

“This isn’t over,” Jacob said and walked out.

Quartermain sat in a Queen’s chair and crossed his legs. “I’m disappointed in you,” he said.

“Why? Because I don’t let you control me.” I pushed the button to close the bookshelf.

“But I do control you.” He uncrossed his legs. “You will quit fucking that young man. From this moment on, you belong to me, Christine. It’s what you want. I knew it the minute you put my cock in your mouth at the dining room table.”

“You did that.” I took a riding crop from a hook on the wall. “You put your cock in my mouth.”

“And you sucked and swallowed as if starved.” He stood and pulled the crop from my hand. “Things have changed since you and I had our nights back then.” He reached around and grabbed a handful of my hair. A whimper escaped my lips, and an evil smile crossed his mouth.

“What about Stephanie?”

Quartermain chuckled. “We haven’t fucked in years.” He pressed against me.

“Wait.” I put my hands on his chest. “You’re going to stay married and have us around to satisfy your needs?”

“That’s precisely what’s going to happen.” He released my hair and pushed me away. “You want all this money?”

“Yes.”

“You want a man who knows how to be a man?”

“Yes.”

“You want to be cared for for the rest of your life?”

“Yes.”

“To never have another worry in the world?”

“Yes.”

“And as long as I give you all these things, you’ll be owned exclusively by me?”

I hesitated.

“On all fours, Christine.”

I did as he requested. “You need to learn from the beginning your disobedience will not be tolerated. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I said and moved to all fours, the crop hitting my ass with a burning sting. Tears filled my eyes, and I looked back at the man who had just branded me.

“You will be owned by me exclusively?”

I hesitated again, and again he smacked my ass, lighting up my right cheek to match the left. I whimpered, and tears hit the floor.

“You will be owned by me exclusively?”

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