Page 46 of Coming in Hot

She scrutinizes my face for long enough that I’m afraid I’ve made a misstep, but finally she speaks.

“Make me.”

For a moment, I assume it’s meant as a form ofno. She must sense my confusion, and she clarifies.

“I want you tomake me do it.” Her tone is near breathless. One of her hands slides up my chest, and she tenses her fingers.

I try not to look surprised at the turn of events. “And just how might I enforce the behavior of such an unruly woman, hmm?”

She licks her lower lip nervously. A worried crease appears between her dark brows. “You might have to… do something… that makes me think about my behavior.”

An erotic slideshow of possibility flickers through my mind. Natalia is tense, waiting. My gaze pans the room, landing on a span of clothesline with black-and-white photographs affixed to it by wooden spring clothespins. It’s out of fashion now, but Sofia liked it, so I’ve never changed it.

I go to the wall and remove two clothespins from a photo of a bare tree on a cliff overlooking the sea. I set the photo aside and return, circling Natalia, eyes roaming her in stern inspection.

“After I put these on you,” I instruct quietly, “you’ll go to the guest bedroom and retrieve that necklace.” I stop, feet planted, arms crossed in feigned disapproval. “You will not dress first. You will not dally. And you will not defy me. Understood?”

She nods, eyes wide.

“That’s not a proper answer.”

“Yes,” she says, just above a whisper. “Understood.”

“Good girl.”

I cradle one of her lush breasts in my left hand and carefully trap the nipple in the shallow divot of the clamp, closing it slowly, mindful of Natalia’s reaction. When it’s firmly in place, she releases a discreet sigh, closing her eyes as if focusing on the sensation. I position the other clothespin, then take a small step back to survey the effect.

“Almost perfect…”

I ease her panties down her legs, and they slide to the floor. Giving her inner thigh a tap, I wordlessly direct her to open her legs more. Her luminous blue eyes are riveted on me, lower lip trapped between her teeth. I deliver a flick to both clothespins, and she moans.

I lift one eyebrow as if in censure. “Surely you can’t love that,do you? You’d have to be quite willful to stand there chastened and enjoy it.”

I trail one knuckle down her belly and place a hand over her pussy, sliding my fingers back and forth at the opening.

“My God—incorrigible,” I reproach. “So wet.”

She can barely hide her smile. “I can’t help it.”

I turn her shoulders so she’s facing the door, then give her a mild smack on the ass to propel her forward. “Bring the necklace, impudent thing.”

She’s gone long enough that I wonder if she hasn’t gotten cold feet with her game, but in a few minutes she glides in again. In one hand is the velvet box. In the other, a wooden-handled hairbrush. She comes to where I’m sitting at the foot of the big bed, handing me the jewelry case.

Recalling how much she enjoyed it when I washed her hair the night we met, I ask, “You’d like me to brush your hair?”

She presses her lips together hard, and as they go nearly white with the pressure, a desperate blush colors her cheeks. Suddenly it connects, what she wants but is afraid to ask for. I correct my course, taking the brush from her and tapping it against my palm.

“Maybe I will, as a reward… after you’re a bit pink.”

Her nod is tiny, but energetic.

I open the jewelry box and withdraw the heart-shaped emerald on its weighty gold chain, then slip it over her head to drape around her neck.

“There now. Let me see you, kleine Hexe.”

She gathers her hair, piling it on top of her head and holding it to display the necklace. Her heavy breasts lift, the clothespinscocking outward. I give them another flick, and Natalia emits a lusty whimper.

“But I think,” I tell her with a slow smile, “you’re in want of correction for your carelessness, yes? Does that seem fair?”

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