She took a deep breath. Was she going to have to confess everything? “I wanted to make sure you were okay, Sir. I knew it had been a long time since you’d done anything related to a scene.”
He nodded, his face showed no emotion. “Go on.”
“I saw what happened. I knew you were going to punish Susan. . . .”
“And you thought I couldn’t do it?”
“That was only a little part of it.”
“What was the rest?”
She bit her lip. Fuck, this was embarrassing. And he was going to be pissed. She shook her head.
“Last warning,” he practically growled.
“I didn’t want you to touch her. She didn’t deserve to have you touch her.”
“Explain.”
“Damn it, Lennox—”
He snapped his fingers. “Hush. Answer the question and only answer the question. And call me Lennox one more time and you’ll be sorry.”
She took a deep breath. “You haven’t done a scene in years. Years. And I’ll be damned if some submissive who thinks she’s the end-all be-all is going to traipse into the academy and be the first one to kneel for you.”
“Why do you have a problem with that? You think it should be you?”
She lifted her chin. “Of course,” she said, and hoped he didn’t ask her to explain.
“It seems it’s your lucky night then, because we have quite a few things to settle between us. You spying on me, your blatant disrespect, and I believe you’ve only used the proper form of address twice since you walked in here tonight.”
He was going to punish her? No fucking way. They hadn’t been in a scene. “You can’t do that, Sir.” Though, she had to admit, she had just said she’d been spying on him.
“On the contrary, Marie. I most certainly can, but even more than that, I think you want me to.” He nodded toward the bed. “Go lean over the bed.”
Damn him for being right. She did want him to do this, but the most important thing was, he wasn’t backing down. He’d told her what he was going to do and he was standing by it.
Finally.
She moved to the foot of the bed and closed her eyes because she feared that if she looked around the room, she’d see Winnie. This was her house. Mariela was in her guest bedroom. Naked in front of Winnie’s lover and Dom.
She swallowed, trying to ignore the feelings of guilt that threatened to overtake her. The guilt that whispered how dare she act this way in her best friend’s house. And told her that what she was doing was a betrayal of their friendship.
She heard Lennox move behind her and she wondered if he felt guilty.
“I don’t have anything resembling a toy bag here,” he said. “So I’ll have to improvise.”
No, she decided, from the sound of it, he didn’t feel guilty at all. Then his hands were on her backside and they felt so good, she shoved anything remotely related to guilt or Winnie out of her mind.
“I’m not going to bind you,” he said. “But you should know that I’m going to take my time. It’s been far too long since I’ve punished anyone’s ass and I’m going to enjoy every stroke I give you.”
She wondered how many that would be, but didn’t ask.
“The sight of your backside makes me so damn hard. I can just imagine how tight your ass would be around my cock.” He pinched her butt cheek. “I might have to fuck you there first. Always liked the thought of punishment ass fucking.”
She took a ragged breath. She hadn’t planned on him being a talker, but it was seriously hot.
“Would you like that?” he asked. “For me to push my cock up your ass and fuck it hard and deep? Pound into it over and over?”
She could only whimper, because she couldn’t remember ever being so turned on by words alone.
He slapped her butt hard. Twice. “Answer me.”
“Yes, Sir. I would.” And she’d love every second of it.
“Maybe later.”
She heard the unmistakable sound of a belt being pulled out of pant loops and felt herself grow wetter. She hadn’t noticed he had a belt on, but truly, his outfit hadn’t been where her attention was focused.
For all his dirty talk just moments before, he was silent as he started spanking her with his hand. She shifted her weight a bit, because, oww, the man spanked hard. She sucked in a breath through her teeth.
It had been over six months since someone other than a Dom-in-training had spanked her. If she’d thought Lennox would be out of practice, he’d just proved her wrong.
“Shit,” she grunted as a particularly hard smack of his hand landed just under her butt cheek.
“Unless you’re thanking me or saying ‘Please, Sir, spank me harder,’ keep it to yourself.” He didn’t sound the slightest bit out of breath.
She shifted her feet.
“And stay still. Honestly, you’re speaking out of turn and moving around. I have to say, Marie, this would not be a very good example for the students to see.”
She didn’t care about the students at the moment. They were the furthest thing from her mind. All she could think about was how she had never dreamed Lennox could spank so hard.
“It’s not really a punishment if I go easy on you, is it?” he asked, and she realized she must have voiced her thoughts out loud.
“No, Sir.”
“Did you think that because it has been awhile since I spanked someone that I’d forgotten how to do it?”
While they were talking, he continued raining hard smacks across her ass. Yet his voice remained steady and even. Unlike hers.
“No, Sir,” she said, and she ended with a yelp as the belt landed on her backside for the first time.
He didn’t talk anymore after that, which was fine with her. The silence allowed her to disappear into her mind, to marvel that it was Lennox she was submitting to. That thought alone warmed her body and she gladly took everything he gave her.
She relaxed her muscles, absorbing the brief pain that followed the strike of the belt and enjoying the warmth left in its wake. He knew just how to spank in order to get the most reaction out of her. But she had moved beyond responding. She was free and Lennox was with her, urging her onward and upward.
More.
More.
More.
She wanted all of him. Every ounce he was willing to give her, she’d soak up. He was water and she was dying of thirst. He would sustain her if she just gave herself over to him.
She didn’t have to contemplate whether she would or not.
“Marie,” he said, sometime later and she jerked, becoming aware that he’d stopped.
“Mmm,” she hummed and wiggled her backside. “Green, Sir.”
“I think that’s enough for now.” He gave a low chuckle and stroked her back, massaging her and slowly bringing her down. When she was more alert, he sighed. “I can’t remember the last time I sent someone into subspace.”
Was it her imagination or did he sound sad? She decided it must be her imagination because when he told her to stand, he didn’t sound sad, he sounded wicked.
“Turn around,” he said, and her heart raced because there was nothing but lascivious intent in his voice.
She turned, slowly, drawing out the anticipation and enjoying the rush of excitement that followed his command. But when she turned, her jaw nearly hit the ground because he’d taken his clothes off and, holy hell, what the sight of him naked did to her body.