Page 113 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

“Yeah.” He kissed her shoulders then swung his legs over the edge of the mattress. “I have all kinds of entertainment planned.”

“Sounds fun.” She moved until she was pressed against his back and nibbled his earlobe. “I can think of lots of things we can do.”

“Definitely fun.” He stood, nearly making her overbalance, then hid a smile when she scowled. “I thought we’d play Scrabble, then maybe watch a movie.”

Her lips parted and she cocked her head as if she hadn’t heard him properly. “Scrabble. You want to play…Scrabble?”

“I have chess and backgammon too.” He grabbed sweats and a T-shirt from his overnight bag, then dressed. “Or we can play cards.”

“Board games were the furthest thing from my mind.”

“Oh? What were you thinking?” He retrieved her apron and held it up for her.

“Not that damned apron,” she muttered. Despite her words, she let him slip it over her head and tie the ribbons at her waist.

“I have a few of your favorite books too. We can read if you prefer.”

She turned to face him, then wrapped her arms around his neck. “I thought we’d fuck like bunnies for the rest of the afternoon, grab a shower before supper, then repeat the fucking like bunnies part until we’re unconscious.”

Mark had known this would be hard for her. Kendra wasn’t the type to let her brain shut down for any length of time, and he was asking her for an entire weekend. He just hadn’t realized it would be punishment for him as much as it was for her.

“Sounds like a perfect way to spend a Saturday.” He kissed the tip of her nose, then unwound her arms. “Unfortunately, naughty girls don’t get that.”

“What do they get?”

“Naughty girls get their bottoms fucked hard, and they don’t get to come.” He pulled her against him, letting her feel his hardening shaft. “Do you want to be naughty, or will you behave?”

Kendra

Lord help her, she was tempted. Her channel clenched and she bit back a gasp. It sounded so depraved, yet so delicious at the same time. Given the choice between what sounded like a deadly boring Saturday afternoon, she’d take the butt sex and try to steal the climax he wanted to deny her.

Of course, he’d probably punish her for it, but it would be so worth it.

“How about if I promise to be good after we fuck like bunnies?”

“How about if I add another twenty to your total for trying to bargain for a reward you haven’t earned yet?”

“Hey! I’m trying here, okay?” Instead of heeding the warning in his eyes, she stabbed a finger into his chest. “I went along with your idea despite the fact that it’s going to make Monday twice as hard. I even agreed to wear this ridiculous apron, but you don’t seem to give a damn.”

“Careful, Kendra.”

“Or what?” She spun away from him and untied the ribbons holding the apron in place around her waist. “Actually, never mind. I have better things to do with my time.”

“Is that your final decision? I did mention there are other things we could do.”

It wasn’t even that she disagreed with him. He was right about everything he’d said, but she wanted to reconnect with him on a deeper, more physical level. He’d made his point though, and she promised herself she’d stop skipping meals and limit her workdays to a more reasonable ten hours instead of sixteen.

“I’m sorry, but yes.” She sighed, then took off the apron and tossed it back on the chair. “I just don’t see how any of that stuff is going to help.”

Before she could reach the closet for her clothes, Mark grabbed her arm, then crouched and swung her over one shoulder.

“What the hell are you doing?” She lifted herself off his back and kicked a few times to get free, but he tightened his hold on her thighs to keep her still. “Put me down, please.”

“Nope.” He grabbed a leather paddle shaped like a wide hairbrush, then carried her into the torture chamber. Instead of moving to the pillory as she’d expected, he went to a bondage bench with steel shackles for her ankles and wrists.

“Mark, stop! I’m sorry, okay?”

Without missing a beat, he set her on her feet, then spun her to face the bench. The next thing she knew, she was face down on the bench with her ass in the air. The shackles clanked as he locked her wrists and ankles in place, and she shivered at both the sound and the chilled metal.

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