“Oh, shit.” Her words were a squeak as she cringed away from me, making swirls and eddies in the water.
“It’s after 4 p.m., Sadie. I gave you explicit instructions on where you were to be at 4 p.m., didn’t I?”
The fear in her eyes went straight to my cock, making it strain toward her.
She shook her head. “I just fell asleep. I was taking a—”
I held up my hand, palm toward her. When she focused on the red line left by the cane, words failed her.
“Out of the tub, Sadie. Now.”
She pushed away from me, her ass making squeaks against the tub surface.
I advanced on her and grabbed her wet hair.
“No!” she cried and tried to clutch my wrist.
I tucked the cane under my other arm and gripped her elbow. In one smooth movement I lifted her from the water and guided her to the edge of the tub. She stepped out, suds running down her fuckable body and puddling on the marble floor.
Her eyes were glued to the cane.
She reached for her towel.
“No, Sadie. I want you wet for this. Go in the living room and kneel in front of the sofa.”
She took off, her plump as swaying as she rushed through her mother’ bedroom and into the living room. She knelt in front of the sofa as I stalked after her.
“On your knees, elbows on the sofa, Sadie.”
She did as I said, her knees resting on the edge of the white sheepskin rug and her elbows on the graphite sofa. Her wet, creamy skin needed some red, needed the blood rushing through it.
My control over her sent a jolt of desire coursing through me. It was innate, my need to bend her to my will. When I saw her wet pussy gleaming in the late afternoon light, my need to bend her over and fuck her almost overcame the need to punish her.
“Fuck, Sadie.” I ran my hand along her taut ass, feeling her smooth skin before venturing lower and letting my fingers play with her wet folds. I sank a finger in and she sighed, a sound so deep and throaty that I wanted to bottle it.
First things first. I removed my finger and licked it clean before backing away from her.
“You know you brought this on yourself.”
A shudder went through her at my words. “Yes.” Barely a whisper.
“How many strikes would you say you deserve for your disobedience?”
She looked at me over her shoulder. Of course, I already knew how many there would be. But I liked to play with my food first.
“One?”
I slid the cane back and forth over my palm like it was a bow and my hand the violin. “Try again.”
“Two?”
I tsked. “Four o’clock, Sadie. Four hits with the cane.”
She dropped her head. “Please no, Gray.” It was a quiet plea. One she shouldn’t have made.
I stilled. “What did you say?”
Her head popped up again. “Nothing.” Her wide blue eyes were already pleading.
“What was our agreement, Sadie? That ‘yes’ was the only word you knew. Do you remember promising me that in exchange for me not telling your mother about you?”
“Yes.” She nibbled at her lower lip in what I recognized as one of her tells of distress.
“Now it’s five with the cane for you telling me no.”
She gasped and bit her lip harder.
“But if you take them without a fuss, I’ll reward you.”
“Reward me?”
“Yes.”
I took half a step back to get the perfect angle and struck without warning. She jerked against the pain. Her cry ate up the space between us, keeping my erection at the Defcon one level of alert.
“Count for me, Sadie.”
“One.”
“Good.” I let the cane fly again, drawing another line of red along her beautiful ass.
“Two!” The count came on her scream.
She adjusted her knees and gripped her hands in front of her on the sofa.
“Look at me, Sadie.” She turned her head and watched me over her shoulder. Her gaze was at once accusatory and aroused. “I know you want it.”
I hit her again, loving the delectable bloom of pink as her capillaries burst from my pressure.
“Three.” She closed her eyes hard and then opened them, staring me down. Tears welled there, but didn’t overflow.
“Two more, Sadie, for your disobedience.” I struck her again, a little lighter this time.
“Four.” Her voice, low and quiet.
“You’re being a good girl, Sadie. One more and then I’ll reward you. But this time, I want you to ask me for it. Ask me to hit you. Tell me you want it.” I was a dick to make her do it. I loved every second of it.
She tilted her chin up the slightest bit and arched her back even more. Cheeky bitch. “I want it.”
I put more wrist into the last strike, giving her even more of a vicious burn. Her scream was muffled as she buried her face in the cushion. My cock demanded to be inside her right then. But I’d promised her a reward. She would have it.