Free Just A Woman (Marina: Part Two: Naughty Nookie Series) by Serena Akeroyd

entirely against the grain.  I don’t want a zombie.  I just
don’t want you to misbehave.  If you disagree with a direct order, I want
three reasons as to why you cannot comply.  Understand?”  I nod, but
he says, “Speak to me, Marina.  If I ask you a question, you always answer
it.  So, do you understand?”
    “Yes,” I
hiss.  “I understand, dammit.”
    “And no
cursing.  Cursing is for big girls and you’re nothing more than a spoilt
brat.”
    That’s it, my eyes
literally cross and not in a way I’m used to with Nate.  How the fuck am I
supposed to live by those rules?  Freedom beckons in the shape of a future
without Nate.  I want to walk away, I really do, but something inside me
is demanding I listen and take note.  I pull in a breath and stop scowling
at the ceiling.  I try to regulate my breathing, because it’s telling him
without words of my struggle.
    “Good. 
You’ll control yourself and comport yourself in a manner that fits your
station.  We might know you’re a brat, but the rest of the commune doesn’t
need to know that.  We’ll add to this list of rules as we go along. 
But they’re enough for a start.  If I find you disobeying them, then you
get disciplined and I decide how, where, and when. 
    “Four times tonight
you’ve failed to comply when I’ve asked something of you.  You didn’t come
when I called you back to the living room, you went to your suite and not mine
even though on the plane, I said we were still together and I doubt you’ll have
forgotten that I wanted you in my rooms and not your own.   You took
longer than two minutes to get here and you entered the bedroom after the light
had been switched off. 
    “On top of that,
you lied to me, you touched me without my permission and then, you masturbated. 
Your pussy is mine, nobody else’s, not even your own. 
    “You don’t touch
it without my say-so, but I’m not totally unreasonable.  You weren’t aware
of the extent of the rules so you can’t be punished for them, but now they’re
out in the open, you’re to follow them.
    “Ordinarily, I’d
discipline you now.  But I’m tired.  I wasn’t lying.  Somebody
got me shot and I’m in pain, I need to sleep.  So first thing in the
morning, you’ll be ready to accept your punishment.”  He leans over me
again, even though I can hear the wheeze in his voice that speaks of his
discomfort at the position.  He grabs me by the chin and while it’s
impossible to see his face in the dark, I know that we’re staring each other
directly in the eye.  “Won’t you, Marina?”
    “Yes, Nate. 
I will.”  The meekness of my voice astounds the pair of us. I turn my head
away, ashamed at how low I’ve sunk but at the same time, I’ve taken a step
toward a future with Nate.  How can I be ashamed of that?
    And maybe, just
maybe, something deep inside me needs this.
    I want to decry
that thought process, want to mock it, but I can’t.  I don’t know what it
is or why, but Nate has planted some questions in my brain and only as he
disciplines me, will I get the answers.
    It’s like he said,
we’ll soon find out if I’m a sub or not.
    The morning
beckons and God help me, I’m not dreading it like any normal person
should.  That in itself is a death knell.  Okay, maybe that’s a
little gloomy, but Christ, how can this part of me have stayed hidden away for
so long?  Surely, I’m no sub.  
    That the facts
tell me differently have me closing my eyes and praying for sleep to
come.  With arousal burning a hole in my belly, with need pouring through
my veins, rest is going to be a long time coming.
     
    ****
     
    In the warmth of
the mussed up sheets, I stretch and unravel my body.  Wriggling my feet
and toes, calves and legs, I fidget my way back to wakefulness.  With my
arms overhead, I give another tug and pull of sleeping muscles and with a long,
pleasurable grunt I wiggle again.
    Only with every
part of me back in full working