Page 82 of Hideaway

It was five minutes until six o’clock. Five minutes until she earned herself some sort of excessive punishment in Cade’s Hideaway of horrors. The thought frightened her as much as it soaked her panties, so much so that her thighs slid together slickly with the overflowing dampness of her arousal. For her own sake, she endeavored to obey Cade’s command, but opted to be a few minutes late. Just to make things interesting.

Kara knew she would never be able to make it up to her room to change without evoking severe consequences for disobedience. A few minutes tardy might be fine, but the fifteen it would take her to travel up to her room, switch her clothes, and then make it into the Hideaway and in the appropriate position might be pushing it. Glancing about the library anxiously and listening for anyone coming, Kara decidedfuck itand started to strip out of her clothes.

The pleated skirt fit her hips perfectly, accentuating her slim waist and making her feel a bit like the cheerleader she never would have sacrificed her self-respect to be in high school. The hem of the red plaid material covered—literally—two thirds of her ass, leaving the bottom third of her buttocks hanging out in the open. With her panties already unbearably drenched, Kara decided to go without, slipping them down her legs quickly and tossing them on the leather couch. Kara stared at the cropped shirt indecisively, not sure whether it would look more slutty to have half of her red bra hanging out of the see-through top, or to go without the bra entirely. Since she was already sans panties, she went all the way and took off her bra too. She was sure the bastard would be more than thrilled to find her so underdressed for the occasion. Kara slipped on the tight shirt, groaning in annoyance at the sight of her hardened nipples poking noticeably through the white material. Taking off her black heels, Kara sat on the sofa and pulled the stockings up over her thighs. They were by far the most innocent part of the outfit, and she actually quite liked them. Rolling her eyes at the ridiculousness, Kara lastly slipped the tie over her neck.

Nope. Too fucking stupid.

Deciding that the school uniform tie was too over the top, she ripped it off and tossed it on the couch with her discarded undergarments. Unfortunately left with no other option than going barefoot, Kara slipped her black heels back on, hating how much more exposed they made her feel, as though her bare pussy and ass were literally on display. As a finishing touch, Kara slipped the red ribbon from her messy braid and gathered her hair into a high ponytail, tying the ribbon into a bow at the top of her head. A mere three minutes late, Kara headed for the secret entrance to the Hideaway feeling nervous, excited, sexy, and horny as fuck.

The lights were already on, guiding her way down. Kara stopped on the last step when she realized she wasn’t alone. Cade sat at the desk in the far corner, dressed in his usual three piece suit and tie, his expression strict and chastising as he glared at her with eyes darkened with disapproval mingled with insatiable lust. In his hands, Cade twirled a twelve inch gold ruler.

“Miss Caine,” Cade greeted sharply, loving her small jolt of fear at the sternness in his tone. “You’re late.”

“Only by three minutes, sir,” Kara argued in her own defense, her voice sounding stronger than she felt.

“Excuses already, Miss Caine?” Cade asked with a condemning scowl. “Come here and stand in front of my desk.”

Dragging her feet each step of the way, Kara sullenly walked the short distance to the desk and obediently stood before him. She tried not to wither beneath his reproachful eyes, but it was an impossible task. As an act of self-preservation, she lowered her eyes to the floor and awaited Cade’s judgment.

“Now, what time were you told to be ready and waiting in the Hideaway?”

“Six, sir,” Kara answered petulantly, her eyes still downcast. It wasn’t exactly her fault that she was given so little time to follow his orders.

“And what time did you make your way down those steps?”

“Three minutes after six, sir.”

“Look at me,” Cade ordered. She listened hesitantly, meeting his eyes with an expression that could only be defined as defiance. Cheeky brat. “Did you obey my instructions like a good girl?”

Kara smirked slightly before quickly covering it with a pliant expression. “No, sir.”

“Indeed, you did not,” Cade agreed, momentarily pausing to rake his eyes over Kara’s entire, incredibly exposed body. The delectably filthy sight of her in the revealing school uniform—her tits nearly spilling out of the top, her nipples so stiff they could practically cut through the thin material, her exposed abdomen and hips that begged to be licked, and her just barely covered pussy—sent all of the blood in his body straight to his throbbing cock. It would take all of his self-restraint not to bend her over the desk, flip up that fucking short skirt, and fuck her that very second. But he wanted to play with her before he tore into her cunt and claimed her screams of pleasure as she clamped down on his cock in ecstasy. Fucking could wait; first, he wanted to make her writhe and beg.

“Do I need to teach you how to be a good girl?” Cade asked after he finally finished eye-fucking her, his words weighted with the possibility for punishment and pleasure.

“Yes, sir,” Kara answered softly, biting her bottom lip to keep it from trembling with anticipation and arousal.

Those two, sweet words had never come from a more delectable mouth. A mouth that he had every intention of using very soon. Accepting her surrender, a sinister grin spread across Cade’s lips before his expression morphed into one of chastising displeasure.“Tell me, Miss Caine, do good girls go to class without knickers?”Cade inquired sternly, judging her reaction intently as he purposefully fidgeted with the metal ruler on the desk.

Kara squeaked slightly in surprise, not sure how he could have knownthatwithout so much as an inspection beneath her skirt.“No, sir,”Kara answered dutifully, seriously second guessing her decision to taunt Cade with a bare pussy.

“I see,”Cade responded, nodding his head in agreement as he continued to play with the ruler, sliding it smoothly from one hand to another.

Kara had to smother a giggle as she shifted awkwardly beneath his stern gaze. Cade had explained the concept of a scene to her—the idea that sexual encounters would be staged to enhance the experience—but the play acting and her ridiculous costume seemed like a bit much to suffer with a straight face.

“Is something amusing, Miss Caine?”Cade asked deprecatingly, startling Kara from her inner thoughts.

“No, sir,”Kara responded hastily, wiping the subtle grin from her face. Perhaps she lacked the seriousness to participate in his games. The last time they had used the Hideaway, everything had been so real. The emotions. The pain. Theneed. This time, under contrived circumstances, there was a hurdle of awkwardness that Kara was struggling to overcome. The need was there—the raging appetite to feel and fuck and hurt and surrender—buried beneath inhibitions she couldn’t quite shake.

Cade watched Kara closely, recognizing the inner turmoil. It wasn’t an easy thing to surrender your basest desires into the hands of another, and it wasn’t meant to be. Complete mutual trust was one of the elements that made a Dominant/submissive relationship so intoxicating, and it was something on which Kara needed to be educated. Cade could read the hesitation in her body; he could sense her fear. She didn’t fear him or the many torturous things he could do to her in his well-stocked dungeon. No, she feared that voice in her head that told her what she craved, what she needed to sustain her body as much as her lungs needed oxygen, was wrong. Unnatural. The subconscious echoes of a repressed society that deemed an appetite for pain as deviant and depraved, a longing for submission as anti-feminist and degrading.

Cade burned with the overwhelming need to thrust Kara from the limitations of what upstanding society deemed as normal desires. To shake her from her own inhibitions. To give her something tangible and real of which to be truly scared. Cade was an unequivocally possessive man, and the fact that any of her fears didn’t belong to him was goddamn unacceptable.

A loudsmackpervaded the room, disrupting the tense silence, as Cade slapped the ruler hard against his open palm. Kara jolted in surprise, eying the instrument in Cade’s hands with a newfound sense of mistrust and dread. Cade appreciated the sudden heaving of Kara’s chest as she shifted anxiously before him, fearful of his intentions. Good. He was finally getting somewhere, her fear turning to him where it belonged. Where it would always belong.

Cade stood from behind the desk, his form appearing somehow larger, more menacing than usual, as he stalked toward Kara. He clenched his right hand, reveling in the burn that reverberated through his palm courtesy of the ruler he still held. He imagined how Kara’s skin would heat beneath the blows, how the metal would sound clashing against her skin. His erection grew painfully hard within the confines of his trousers at the thought of her ensuing cries for mercy—and more.

Kara flinched as she felt Cade’s firm body pressed against her, forcing her into the hard edge of the desk, his hardness thrust against her backside. All it would take was one push, and she would be sprawled out across the desk. His for the taking. He knew the damn girl had no knickers underneath that short, little skirt. One lift of his finger, and she would be bare beneath him. His cock ached to be deep inside her sweet cunt, riding her until she screamed his name in surrender. But he wanted to claim more than just her body. He wanted her mind as well.

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