Page 9 of Her Royal Master
She gasped, her jaw dropping, eyes going wide.She’d probably never even heard of breast spanking.
I slapped the other one.
She struggled against my hold, panic creeping over her face.
I slapped each breast again.“Your name.Now.”
Tears welled in her eyes, but I knew it wasn’t from pain—I wasn’t slapping hard.My guess was that it had more to do with the helplessness and general fear about her situation.
I made my face stern.“Do I need to get the collar?”
That flipped her.Her pupils shrank with terror and she rolled away from me, making it hard to keep my grasp on her wrists.I leveraged my weight to haul her back, lifting her wrists high enough to stretch her arms taut, bring her shoulders up to her ears.“One name.Just your first.Give it now, or I’ll get the collar.”I wouldn’t.Not after I’d seen the real terror, but I’m not above a bluff.
“Ch-Chelsea!”The word came out in a rush, as if I had a choke chain on her and she was in danger of asphyxiation.
I released her wrists.“Good girl.”I stalked to the door like I was pissed.“Get in the shower and clean up.”I jerked my head toward theensuitebathroom.“I’ll get some food.”
She rubbed her wrists and scrambled up to comply.
I opened the door, but turned back and pointed my finger at her.“Do not, under any circumstance, leave this room.If you do, I’ll whip you until you can’t sit.Understand, Chelsea?”
She nodded rapidly.
“Yes, sir,” I corrected.
Her nostrils flared and her jaw set, like that was the demand which had crossed a line for her.Funny what a girl’s limits were.Breast spanking was okay, butyes, sirwas too much.
I waited, lifting both brows in expectation.
“Yes, sir,” she said sullenly.
I hid a smile.“Lock this door after me.”I held my ground until she came over to the door, wearing nothing but a pretty blush.I lightly touched her throat in one hand and fisted her hair in the other, so I had her immobilized, but without any actual squeeze on her neck.I knew the throat was a trigger for her and wanted to help her, through domination, ease some of its intensity.“And, baby, don’t make me knock twice or you’ll spend the rest of your time here in solitary confinement.”
Even though I wasn’t squeezing at all, she must have thought she was choking, because she clutched at my hands with a desperation that made me regret the move.But now that I’d started, I needed to go on.
I leaned close to her face but made my voice soft, soothing.“Be still, baby.You’re okay.You’re not choking.Eyes on me.”
She panted, digging her nails into my hand, but she did meet my eyes.
I didn’t move, just held her in that position, locked in my gaze.
Desperation flitted over her face, but after a long moment, her breathing slowed and the big brown Bambi eyes swam with unshed tears.“What?”There was hurt accusation in her tone.
“You’re okay, princess.I’m not going to hurt you.Not your throat, anyway.You can tolerate my touch.”
After two more breaths, the fight drained out of her.The expression in her eyes changed from fear to submission—awaiting for the next command from my masterlook.One that nearly took my breath away.
I stroked my thumb ever-so-lightly along her fluttering pulse.“Good girl.Lock the door now.”I released her and slipped out of the room.
“Yes, sir.”Her hoarse voice followed me, hitting me like a blow to the gut.
I liked her.Way too damn much.
Unfortunately, I already knew how this one ended.My name in mud as a result of yet another woman looking to profit from my family’s wealth and fame.
It would be just like Madison James all over again.
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