Free Deathless Love by Renee Rose Page A

that if I come in there, I'm going to spank you. So if you invite me in, you're giving your consent.”
     
     

Chapter Five
     
     
    She swallowed. “Come in,” she said, her voice a little hoarse. She felt both fear and thrill at the same time. He looked around as he walked in and she found herself embarrassed that it was such a cluttered mess. He sat on the sofa and patted his lap. “Come here.”
    Her belly jumped. She was nervous—very nervous. Her palms were sweating and her heart was pounding in her chest. She crossed the room and stood in front of him. He pulled her gently down, so that she was lying across his lap. He adjusted how he was sitting so that her face didn't hit the armrest of the sofa and then he tucked a pillow under her face.
    She lay there in the completely submissive position, waiting. The anticipation was killing her. Her bottom clenched. Ouch. His hand came down on her upturned bottom. She gasped. He started spanking her slowly. Then, as it started to get intense and she started wriggling, he increased his speed and force, sending her into a near panic with the inescapable pain. She reached back with her hand to try to protect her offended cheeks, but he caught her arm and bent it gently but firmly behind her back, holding her easily in place. She was gasping for breath.
    “Stop! Dom, please! Stop! That's enough! I'm sorry, okay?”
    He stopped spanking and rubbed her sore bottom. “Who is in charge, here?” he asked softly.
    “You are, Dom.”
    “That's right. That means it's not over until I decide it's over.” With that, he started paddling her again, his hard slaps unrelenting in their intensity and speed.
    “Stop, Dom! Dom! Dom, stop! No! Dom!” It was not the pain so much as the helplessness and her inability to get away from the pain that caused her to panic. She started struggling wildly to get off his lap. She couldn't breathe. She felt like she was having a panic attack. Just when she was at the point of completely freaking out, he stopped spanking, flipped her over and cradled her in his arms.
    “Shhh, shh. You're all right. You're just scared. You can trust me, Kate.”
    She struggled to get off his lap.
    “No,” he held her easily. “You see, that's why I wasn't finished.”
    She didn't see anything. She couldn't see what the hell he was doing, or where he got off hurting her like that or not stopping when she asked him to. She was scared. And she was pissed. And she wanted to get the hell off his lap.
    He pressed a hand firmly over her sternum, his eyes studying her with concern. “You're okay, Kate. Do you want me to take the pain away?” he asked gently.
    She swallowed. That would be with vampire hypnosis. But yes, he needed to take it away right now. She nodded.
    “Look into my eyes.”
    She obeyed and the pain was instantly gone. The pain was gone but not the swirling emotions. He was still watching her closely. “Please let me go, now,” she said in a small voice.
    He blinked at her. Then he shook his head. She felt panic and rage rise up again. “Are you going to do that to me again?”
    He shook his head. “Not unless you want me to.”
    “I didn't want you to do it in the first place!”
    “I know.”
    Then why did you do it?
    “Why did I do it?”
    She hadn't asked the question aloud, but somehow he'd heard it. She stared at him sullenly.
    “I did it because I know you like to be dominated and there's a certain release that can result from getting spanked to tears. You seemed pretty wound up, so I thought it might help. Obviously we didn't get there.” He shrugged. “I don't know, I probably shouldn't have tried it—we don't have that kind of relationship established. There's not enough trust between us.”
    She stared at him open-mouthed as that sunk in. She was shocked. She had expected some sort of lecture about her bad behavior. Somehow hearing that he'd been doing it for her changed things.
    “You're not mad at me?”
    He shook his head.