Page 114 of Bling

Chapter Twenty-Six

The next morning, Isabelle woke with a slight headache. Her drinks had been low in alcohol content, but a dinner of marshmallows and hotdogs and not enough water meant she wasn’t feeling quite up to par. At least that was until Garrett walked out of the bathroom in just a towel. He’d apparently been up at least long enough for a shower.

“Good morning, Isabelle,” he said with a half grin.

“Morning. How long have you been up?”

“I took a run on the beach, so I guess a couple of hours.”

She shook her head. He was a well-oiled machine. “I don’t know how you run so much. I don’t mind a jog a couple times a week, but nothing like what you do.”

He sat on the bed, and his towel separated, revealing one muscled thigh and she wanted to run her tongue along the tight skin.

“How are you feeling, Doll?”

“A lot better now,” she murmured, reaching a finger out to trace a line up his bare thigh.

He captured her wrist and brought it to his mouth, nipping at her finger with his teeth. “Does that mean you felt poorly before I came in?”

She shrugged. “A little. I didn’t eat enough last night to go with my alcohol.” She let her eyes drift closed, bracing herself for his scolding.

Instead he said, “Let’s get you some breakfast then.”

She blew out a sigh of relief but somehow felt a twinge of disappointment.

“What was that sound, Doll?”

She gave him a shy smile. “I thought maybe you were going to want to spank me for not eating enough last night.”

He cupped her cheek and eyed her intently. “Do you want a spanking, Isabelle?”

Her head moved back and forth before she paused and shrugged. “I don’t know what I want. I’m having weird feelings this morning. Like I need something that I don’t know how to ask for.”

His smile was tender. “You need the thing that connects us. The give and take of our dynamic. You crave my dominance of your body, don’t you Doll?”

She nodded, he was putting it into better words than she could.

“You don’t want a spanking but you’re also feeling a bit of disappointment that you’re not laying across my lap right now because you also like it when I test your submission and push your limits.”

When she nodded again, he reached his arm out and pulled her across his lap without warning. She was already naked, and she felt her body tremble with fear and anticipation of his hand peppering her ass with stinging smacks.

“Trust me, Isabelle. Trust me to push you as far as you need and no farther,” he said, his voice growing husky as his hand caressed her bottom.

“Is this mine?” he asked as he gave one cheek a gentle squeeze.

“Yes, Sir. All of me is yours,” she murmured, her voice trembling as much as the rest of her.

“Good girl. Today I think I want to make it pink. It’s such a pretty color on you.”

She wanted to giggle, but she was also feeling terrified of the spanking she was about to get. Garrett was not known for gentle spanks.

His hand connected with her bottom. Definitely not soft, but also not the punishing smacks she’d become accustomed to from him when she was in trouble.

“I once told you I could make you come from a spanking. I think I’ll prove that to you before breakfast,” he said as he caressed the spot he’d just struck.

“Yes, Sir,” she said on a shuddering breath.

His hand slipped between her thighs and cupped her pussy, which she knew was already dripping.

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