Free Please Me: Parisian Punishment by Jennifer Willows Page A

she slumbered gave him a spur of the moment idea to make her something delicious to break her fast after her maiden night in submission. But he had plans for her today, and either she was going to love what he had intended, or she would run away after they were done. He made a call to reserve his favorite room at the bondage club, but the white room was unavailable. So Pierre reluctantly chose the gold room instead for later that evening. He had some shopping to do with Shari before they could play the way he intended. But first, he would make her something to eat. If nothing else, she would need her strength for what he had planned next.
     
    He was almost done when he heard Shari’s shuffled steps across the floor. Pierre didn’t appreciate the fact that she wasn’t going to be able to eat the pancakes in bed. Not at all. As a dominant, he had to have control over every aspect of her submission. He was a modern man and didn’t mind that she worked outside of their home. But as far as everything else went, he would decide who, what, when, where, why and how.
     
    He knew she wasn’t completely to blame. She had not been given a command to stay in bed, and as a matter of fact, he hadn’t given her any directions at all. That would have to change, starting now. He marched over to where she stood. Her expression was a bit sheepish, as if she was ashamed of herself and him in the light of day.
     
    The look on her face was enough to make him decide to give her another taste of who he was, let her see a hint of the man he kept hidden from her all of these months. Shame or embarrassment had no place between them at this point and he refused to let Sharisse hide her sexual desires. Not after the way she melted under his domination last night. That more so than anything else had him goaded him to give her the first honestly earned punishment under his hands.  
     
    He kissed her with only a fraction of the hunger he felt, but even with the deliberate dilution of his desire she sagged against him. Pierre pulled her away from him and spun her towards the handily available dining table before he pressed her to lay face down half-way atop the slickly polished surface. She trembled and he heard the choppy breaths emerge raggedly from her chest, saw her spine arch with each inhalation.    
     
    Pierre rubbed her soft skin first, gentled her for what would come next. She relaxed with each caress and when she was mired in the sensation of her own flesh, he struck. He used only the right hand with an erratic cadence as he stippled and peppered her ass with every stinging smack. It had been so long since he had laid hands to a woman this way that his hand burned and he imagined her buttocks felt bee-stung.
     
    Since he was out of practice, he only chastised her with thirty slaps against her golden hind parts. She quivered and he loved being able to watch her body’s reaction to corporal punishment. It made his cock hard and angry to spear her, but he had been satiated the prior night well enough to find the fortitude to hold out until later.
     
    Tonight, he was going to give her ever drop of sperm his body could manufacture until he was limp. Since he wasn’t in the bedroom, Pierre grabbed a jar of coconut oil and used the light unguent to salve her reddened cheeks.
     
    “Do you know why I spanked you Sharisse?”
     
    “No.” Her tone was surly, but her eyes were delighted mixed with a hint of confusion.
     
    “When we made vanilla love every night, you were always able to look me in the eyes afterwards. This should be no different.”
     
    “I know Pierre, it’s just that—” She stopped speaking as if she had no idea what she could say to explain the unexplainable.
     
    “What? That I took your pleasure in my hands and you no longer have control?”
     
    “I guess, I just… I don’t know Pierre! Is that what you’re looking for? You want to hear me say that I have no idea what I wanted from you when I dressed in