Free Subterfudge by Normandie Alleman Page A

was flexible, but if she had to go to a cooking class the next day, she’d have to put off her most high-maintenance client.
    She realised she was frowning and forced herself to brighten. “I’ll call, don’t you worry about it,” she said. She took the scrap of paper. I’ll handle the client, do all that other stuff on Tuesday . After I learn to cook.
    “That’s my good girl.” He reached over and stroked her face.
    He kissed her and the rest of the world melted away. The scent of his aftershave pierced her senses and she was rocked with an ardent desire to have him inside her.
    “It would mean so much to me for you to make meals for us. It’s a great way for a woman to show her man she loves him.” His tone was low, sexy.
    “They say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.” She giggled.
    “There are other ways.” He laughed and pressed her hand to his erection.
    She chortled and squeezed his appendage gently.
    Roger slowly peeled back the designer camisole and tap pants she slept in, kissing every inch of her bare skin as it was revealed. She sighed—his lips were magic, invigorating her senses.
    “Right now I want to show you how much I care for you,” he told her.
    Ashley was naked now except for her blue silk and white lace panties. Roger set the newspaper aside and laid her flat across their bed.
    After a moment of rifling through her bureau, he drew out some of her softest silk scarves. The divine feeling of the sumptuous fabrics running over her body invigorated her skin. Gliding the silky-smooth material over her supple curves, he teased her to arousal. Then, he bound her wrists and ankles to the four posts of the bed. Her taut limbs stretched and exposed her, confining her movement.
    “What are you going to do to me?” she panted.
    “You should know better than to ask questions, my dear. I like to keep you guessing.” His eyes glistened in the sunlight. “I know what you need . Don’t I?”
    “Y-y-yes, Sir.” Ashley had known he wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of an answer. But she couldn’t help but ask. When he tied her up, her heart got all poundy, she got anxious.
    What would happen next? She had no control over his actions, and she couldn’t move her own body. It was as maddening as it was arousing.
    After excusing himself for a minute, he returned with an implement from the kitchen.
    “Do you know what this is?” he asked.
    “A spatula?” She wriggled in her restraints.
    “That’s right.” His tone was matter-of-fact. “Something you should become familiar with now that you will be spending more time in the kitchen.”
    She closed her eyes. It was easier that way.
    The first strike was on her lower leg. A light tap.
    Then another. And another.
    The taps grew firmer and they travelled up her leg.
    The delicious smack of the spatula warmed her thighs. It smarted, but she liked it. After the initial blow, the way her skin throbbed as it recovered was delicious. A moan escaped her lips.
    “I told you I know what’s good for you.”
    He ran his fingers up her other leg and traced the edge of her panties. She lifted her hips to meet him, encouraging his touch. She thought she’d go mad with desire.
    “What an insatiable little cunt you have. I shall have to punish you for that.”
    “No, please no, Sir!” Her voice shrilled.
    The spatula slammed down on her panty-clad pussy. Ouch!
    “No!”
    “No, what?” he asked, a smirk in his voice.
    “Please, no, Sir.”
    “I don’t believe that hurts, darling.”
    He stopped anyway. Roger respected her limits. He struck her other leg with the spatula. Her flesh stung, the blood rushed to the surface. Nerve endings came alive.
    Ashley squealed.
    “You’ve always been such a noisy sub.”
    He swatted her with one hand while he sneaked his other hand under her panties and stroked her stunned pussy lips. She gyrated to greet his attentions with her hips, her pussy dripping wet. She wanted him. Roger was right, she