Page 114 of Hushed

Her breath caught, but he didn’t respond to it. Instead, he pointed to the rug at the foot of his bed. “Kneel there. Hands on your thighs, legs spread enough so you’re on display for me.”

Again, she made him proud by not questioning his orders.

The position he put her in had her facing the closet.

“Keep your eyes on me, pet.”

“Yes, Sir,” she murmured as he walked into the giant closet and looked for the right outfit.

When he’d selected black slacks and three different shirts, he put them on the dresser outside the closet and stripped out of his lounge clothes.

“Or you can go naked,” she murmured, staring at him.

“Hush. I don’t need to go to the White House with a hard dick again, Brat.”

She giggled, and he shook his head as he pulled on clean boxers and an undershirt. When his black slacks were on, he held up the shirts. “Pick one.”

“I can’t decide. You might need to model them for me.”

He shook his head. “Someone really wants a spanking.”

When she nodded eagerly, he laughed. “I’ve created a monster.”

But he dutifully tried all three shirts on before she finally settled on a gray one.

He kept her kneeling where she was while he put on socks and a slick pair of leather dress shoes before he came to stand in front of her.

“How do you feel being naked while I’m fully dressed?”

She looked up at him with a lustful gaze. “When you’re dressed like that, it makes me feel… feral.”

He gave her a quizzical look. “I like the sound of feral Kenzie.”

“It makes me want you to hurt me and do all kinds of wicked things.”

“That’s promising. You keep that in mind later when you’re crying for me, sweet girl.”

“Are you going to spank me?”

There was no worry or fear in her voice, only hope.

“Do you think you can take it? I was pretty rough on you last night. I wasn’t planning on spanking you for a few days unless you were disobedient.”

Her chest rose and fell a little heavier as she contemplated his question. “I know we have to be safe, but I really want it. It’s hard to explain.”

“Stand up.”

She was quick to scramble to her feet, and he turned her so her back was to him.

He touched a few of the bruises that peppered her backside, and she winced.

“Sorry, pet. You’re still too sore. I’m a sadist, but I won’t put your health at risk in the name of getting either of us off.”

He kissed her neck, hoping she wasn’t too disappointed.

“Thanks for being considerate of those things, Sir. It makes it even easier to trust you.”

“You’re a good girl and I want to take care of you.”

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